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Chapter Hundred Four

Damon's POV

"Fuck!" I yelled out loud, furiously kicking the lounge chair with my leg sending it tumbling into the water.

Not satisfied, I looked for another thing to hit or kick but most were far away so I just stood there, body vibrating in anger.

It's been over a week since I had Zirah that ultimatum. Even though I didn't say that was what it was, to be honest, it wasn't so far off.

Yet, I haven't heard back from her.

I've been patient even going as far as silently extending the time frame I gave her, thinking she needs more time to acclimate to her decision...but it's just radio silence over here.

I kept thinking maybe something was wrong with my phone so I kept it on, even going as far as to get another but still, nothing.

I placed my hands on either side of my hips and took in the good view of the house again.

It was a massive structure but not too big for one person. It was painted white with vintage wood finishings at the edge, and it came with a luxury pool as a censored gat
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