C63 Firing the bitch

“Oh! To whom do I owe the pleasure of seeing your pretty face here, Damon?” She slurred and took a gulp from a bottle. I sat there, calm and collected. As much it hurt me to see someone insult him, I have to stay calm and wait for the right time to punch the hell out of her.

I guess, she was upset for same reason— for which I was happy. Having Damon, all to myself. Now