"I met up with Jones that time because I had some serious stuff to dish out with him. It wasn't some hush-hush date or nothing" If Damon wasn't going to come home and hear me out, then I was gonna lay it all out right here.
From the look of it, Damon wasn't buying any of it. His eyes didn't hold a shred of warmth. The affection and tenderness he showed just days ago had now gone up and vanished.
Just then, the two ladies who were pouring his drinks chimed in. They seemed to not know Damon, let alone me. They must have pegged me as some pest bugging Damon and started to mock me, "Got the nerve to beg for forgiveness after stepping out? That's low!"
"You better scram. Don't spoil our drinking." The other lady shooed me away with annoyance.
I couldn't care less about what they were yapping. I was just waiting for Damon's response. No matter what, I had to make him believe me cause I couldn't handle the mess with my dad and Joshua on my own.
