Chapter Twenty-nine

The party was still going strong, and there I was, standing in the corner with a glass of wine, next to Damien who seemed completely engrossed in the conversation with those two guys. I couldn't help but feel a bit isolated, observing them. I wondered what they were discussing that had captured Damien's interest.

Though on the one hand, I was kinda stoked when Damien put Marson and Olivia in their place earlier. But deep down, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Marson. And I bet Olivia would have some trouble catching some sleep for days after that. Though it's just sad that all of Damien's actions were just for show and not genuine.

"Hey, have you guys laid eyes on him?" Damien asked, his hand tugging me closer. I took a deep breath, catching a whiff of his cologne, the scent enveloping my senses. The dude with the tinted hair chuckled before responding, "Nah, haven't spotted him yet."

"But you guys claimed he got an invite," Damien retorted, shooting them a fierce