Serena
I stared at Damien like he had just spoken in a different language and somehow expected me to be able to decode it.
"What are you talking about?" I asked slowly. "Who are you even talking about?"
His jaw tightened. "Pedro."
"What were you doing with him?" Damien continued. "How long have you known him? And how do you even know him?"
I blinked at him, my brain struggling to catch up. For a few seconds, I honestly couldn't speak. I just stood there, holding a shirt in my hands. Shock was written all over me.
"You think…," I started, then stopped. I didn't even know how to finish that sentence.
I looked at him properly then. The look in his eyes was not only accusing but definite, like he was absolutely convinced that I was sleeping with Pedro.
"You think I'm cheating on you?" I finally asked.
He didn't answer. He didn't deny it either.
Whatever was left of my strength, suddenly disappeared.
