"What on earth are you thinking about while driving? Dreaming about Jones?" Damon had no intention of leaving. He leaned on the car window and stared at me with cold and mocking eyes.
"He's my boyfriend. It's normal to miss him."
Damon scoffed, "Already head over heels for him?"
"Jealous much? Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will find out?" I was a bit moody, and my words were laced with sarcasm, "Oh, right. She's too busy scheming to ruin our family."
Damon raised an eyebrow, "Are you scared of her?"
"She's smart and resourceful. Plus, she's got you, her manipulative boyfriend to back her up. Why wouldn't I be?" I pushed the car door open.
Damon finally let go, and I got out of the car.
Damon was driving a Bentley today. Luckily, I was driving slowly near my house, so I only scratched the paint a little
After checking, I asked Damon, "How do you want to handle this?"
