Chapter 4 - Damon Demands To Know Who Is Messaging Maya
Damon lunged forward, attempting to catch a glimpse of the phone screen illuminated against the dark backdrop of the bedroom.
Maya reacted instantly, pulling her hand back and pressing the device firmly against her chest with a fierce, defensive instinct.
“Don’t you dare come near me!” Maya snapped, her voice cutting through the tense air like broken glass.
“You want to know who texted me? Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror and ask why a stranger knows your medical history?”
Damon froze in his tracks, his gray tank top damp with nervous sweat as his fabricated excuses crumbled completely beneath her logic.
“I... I can explain everything, Maya, just give me five minutes to tell you my side of the story,” Damon stammered pathetically.
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“Your side of the story ended the second I read that medical report and this text message,” Maya retorted with unyielding resolve.
She turned sharply away from him, walking toward the grand double doors leading out of the upscale penthouse bedroom suite.
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