Chapter Nine

Maya's POV

"Hello Freya, how are you doing?" I heard Damon ask the woman and my heart twisted in my chest. There was an obvious familiarity between them and I didn't know how to feel about it.

"I'm great. Was there anyone in here with you?" She asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I heard you talking to someone and it took quite some time before you let me in."

"Freya, you should know I value my privacy." He responded firmly. "I've told you that numerous times. But anyway, I was on a call with a friend." Numerous times? I didn't want to think about the meaning of his words and the possibility that my intuition was right.

Normally, I should have expected that he had a life before he met me. But that was different. And one thought kept going through my mind, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it.

Damon never cared about me.

I exhaled. When he had said those promising words to me before fucking me against his desk, I thought I would die of pleasure and happiness. But I sho