Chapter 37

The room was dark and inky black. She couldn't make out anything in the room. She dared not to move. She listened to hear Damian's voice but instead, there was a low groaning sound. She listened harder and more intently. She thought she could make out her name from the groans. Was Damian dreaming about her? She hoped she was giving him nightmares. The groaning was more pronounced now and she groped in the darkness for the light switch and flick it on. A scream of shock immediately escaped her lips. Damian was in bed but was far from asleep. In fact, he was sitting on the edge with his hard phallus in his hand and there was a tiny white mess on the floor. Lilian wished she could bleach her mind or give herself amnesia for just this moment. Damian looked at her, first in horror and then in anger. He pulled his shoulder up and looked at her. Lilian could have sworn that she saw a red flash in Damian's deep green eyes.

"What... are... you... doing...here?" His words came out with