Chapter 22. Swear

I was upset to look at myself. I am wearing a large white t shirt and a short ‘till my knees because Damon wants me to wear this.

I am alone sitting on the sun lounger.

I am out of place.

I saw Damon approaching me but was blocked by a girl wearing a white bikini. The girl were all smile.

Damon’s forehead creased. The woman clung to his abs and caressed it.

My heart hurt and seems to be squeezed. At the same time as the wind blew, my vision blurred due to tears.

I bit my trembling lips.

I saw Damon looked at me. His hawklike eyes darted to mine like he know what I am feeling right now.

Damon’s friends shook their heads and left them there. They are not too far, just enough distance to my spot.

Damon’s jaw tightened and he pulled the woman’s hand away from his abs. Damon took the surf board.

“Oh come on, I know you like it.” said one of the girls.

Damon shook his head and started to approach me.

“I’m sorry but my