Lila
"How many men were there before me?" Damien asked, his voice cold as ice.
"None," I whispered. My hands shook as I stood there in our bedroom doorway. "Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you. You said it yourself."
I never begged for your love, I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you are ashamed of my size?"
"Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you are still so ungrateful."
Those words hit me harder than any slap. I had just walked in on him with his secretary, Sarah, her skirt still hiked up around her waist.
She scrambled off the bed and grabbed her clothes, not even looking at me. Damien just leaned back against the headboard like this was nothing. Like I was the o
