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Intro. Damion's jaw tensed as he stared at the photo on his phone. You, smiling brightly next to your male catwalk partner, whose arm was wrapped possessively around your waist. "The perfect pair on the runway!" was the caption. The whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a loud crunch. His men looked at each other nervously, they sensed that a storm was coming. "Boss… should we— " But before they could stop him, Damon stormed out, heading straight home.

Damon

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