DO I MISS HER?

DAMIAN’S POV

I stood in the middle of the room, a glass of cognac in my hand.

This was where she used to sleep, where I could hear her giggling at God knows what, how I’d peep in to check on her when she was fast asleep, the usual way she wraps herself in the blanket and curl almost into a ball like a baby.

Lexie, I tried to inhale her scent one last time, because I didn’t think I was going to go look for her; it wasn’t my thing. I don’t run to women; they run to me. at least, she used to.

I could clearly see the admiration in her eyes anytime she looked at me, with those pretty eyes and small smile that seemed wide enough to make everything feel better.

But what could I have done then? Having noticed those things.

Her scent was gone; the daily cleaners had come through, scrubbing away every trace of her presence, which was actually on my orders.

Now, the room smelt of expensive soap wash and air freshener, a constant and sterile reminder of her absence.

I squeezed m