Chapter 8

Elysia's POV

"Madam, Mr. Damon is mandating your presence in his room." 

My grip tightened around my purse. I was dressed to go and check the company, and if it was affected by the news, but even now I can't seem to do anything, after consenting myself to Damon. 

My lips warped in a sneer as I whacked the door open and walked straight to Damon's. 

I didn't bother knocking on the door. He crouched on the sofa, his sleeves unbuttoned and his hair all dripping on his forehead.

His tie was loosened and around his neck. His belt was on the sofa, and his pant's unzipped. 

The room was air-conditioned but I could see beads of liquid on his chest. I stride closer to him, and when he smiled, a drop of water dripped on his nose.

'Maybe he just got out of the bathroom.' 

My lips parted as my eyes slowly trails his abs. He was holding a newspaper but dropped it on the sofa as he slowly stood on his feet. 

"You j