Damian Fairchild's eyes were deep, his voice slow yet exceptionally cold.
"I don't care what dark intentions you have seeing her behind my back. But that sordid past of ours? You'd better keep it buried. Otherwise, you'll see just what I'm capable of when I make time to deal with you!"
The moment his words fell, Lorelai York took a step forward, rising onto her tiptoes to press her body against his.
Her red lips were so close they nearly brushed against Damian Fairchild's earlobe as she sneered:
"Afraid I'll dredge up our past and Seraphina Quinn will turn on you? You've gone through several batches of women already. This one more thing won't make a difference!"
Damian Fairchild: "Lorelai York, do you have a death wish?"
Lorelai York's lips curled. "If I'm to die by your hand, I'd do so gladly!"
...
Five minutes later, Seraphina Quinn received a provocative photo of Damian Fairchild and Lorelai York getting physical downstairs.
