Chapter 99

Damon's POV

"Good morning, Mr. Contreras. Can I get you anything?" she asked, her voice dripping with innuen

I glared at her, and I felt my anger rising.

"I don't want anything from you," I spat. "And for god's sake, put some clothes on. You're a nanny, not a prostitute."

The Nanny's smile faltered, and she looked down at her revealing outfit. "I'm sorry, Mr. Contreras. I didn't realize it would be a problem."

"It is a problem," I growled. "I don't want my son being exposed to that kind of behavior. You're here to take care of him, not to seduce me."

The Nanny nodded, looking suitably chastened. "I understand, Mr. Contreras. I'll make sure to dress more appropriately in the future."

But my anger was still simmering, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything more to her. I pushed past her and stormed out of the hotel, needing to put some distance between myself and the woman who had reminded me of Elysia's infidelity.

As I walked down