Chapter Twenty eight

Damien's POV

“I agree. Please don't let this go out I beg you" Anderson cried with tears rolling over his face. He sniffed his nose like a suckling begging desperately.

I got out of bed this morning after a long night of tossing left and right in bed. My whole body was on fire, my eyes refused to blink and my mind roamed around like a lost horse.

The events of that evening kept me awake all night. I tried to understand how I felt, but I couldn't. I was angry, jealous, mad, sick at the same time. After Irene walked out, Mr Cruiz noticed how distracted I had become.

“Would you like to go with your wife?" He asked, trying to be considerate. I bluntly refused and continued our conversation. Mr Cruiz received a call and he clicked on the tablet in front of him, it displayed all the CCTV footage of the hotel.

I strangely found interest in it. “Is everything alright Mr Cruiz?" I asked, sipping lemon juice. " I am sorry for that interruption Mr Damien. I need to