CHAPTER HUNDRED- FOUR

RAMSON DAMIEN'S POV.

The sound of my phone woke me up in my hotel room and groggily, I got up to answer it. It was an unknown number.

"Hello, this is Ramson Damien," I said, rubbing my eyes and stretching. I was really tired and hadn't been getting enough sleep.

"Son of a bitch," the person muttered under their breath and I frowned, pissed.

"What the fuck? Who is this?"

"Relax, it's me Sabrina," the female voice answered and I fought to place the name or voice.

"Sabrina? Who ... I don't remember," I lay back in bed, rubbing my forehead. The other day had been so stressful for me, with all the calls I'd been getting concerning the rumours flying around, I was drained and too tired for games.

"Sabrina Goodwill, the girl you forcefully fucked all night long at the bar after she refused to be your sex slave," the voice answered through gritted teeth.

Memories of the event came rushing into my mind and I let out a breath. Oh, I could remember. She was one of the last girls I'd been w