Chapter 17

Damien settled down on an ottoman in his bedroom, reaching up to undo his tie.

He had just gotten back from work since he left this morning and he was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

As he took off his shoes, he first moved toward his wine cabinet, grabbing up one of the glasses and emptying some of the dry gin out of the bottle. 

Raising it to his lips, he emptied some of it in his mouth, liking the feeling it gave as it burned his throat.

Placing the cup down on the drawer, he took off his shoes first and then his shirt. This done, he took another sip from his glass his mind wandering. 

His mind went to Alvarez and he sighed. Through out the day he had been feeling guilty about everything that went on between them that morning, and he didn’t anyone to tell him that he had gone too far by threatening to fire him.

It was a low blow, and it was uncalled for too, but But more he thought about Madison’s involvement in