“No.” Each of Damon’s answers sounds weaker than the last.
“Did you cheat on me multiple times while we were dating?”
His silence stretches too long. “Yes, but none of those girls meant anything.”
“Did I make up lies to get sympathy from your friends?”
I hear him exhale. “No. I made that up. All of it.”
My hand clenches into a fist against the door. Everything Damon told us was a lie.
Remy continues. “And even if I had feelings for you anymore, which I don’t, how do you expect me to forgive you when I walked in on you fucking another woman in our bed?”
White-hot anger replaces the shock.
She caught him fucking someone in their bed? That’s fucked up.
He lied about the entire relationship to make himself look like the victim. How the fuck do you cheat on someone like Remy Ray? She’s… perfect.
“I regret being unfaithful to you.” Damon’s response is rushed. “It was a lapse in judgment. I was scared of how much I loved you. How serious things were getting…”
“Do you hear yourself?” Remy cuts him off. “You fucked other women because you were scared of how much you loved me? Now who’s playing the victim, Damon? Don’t make excuses. You cheated. You destroyed what we had. And then you spent months trying to destroy my reputation, because you couldn’t handle that I left you.”
“I know. I know I did. But I’m different now. I’ve changed. Remy, please forgive me.”
For one horrible second, I feel sorry for him. He sounds like a kid who’s lost everything.
Footsteps. Movement. Remy’s voice goes sharp with warning. “Back away, Damon.”
“Just listen to me!”
“Back. Away.”
More movement. The sound of something falling and hitting the floor.
“You don’t understand what you do to me.” Damon’s words are coming faster now. “How much I need you. We were good together, Remy. We can be good again. Just give me another chance. Please. I’ll do anything!”
That’s it. Any pity I had for him evaporates. I shove open the door.
Damon has Remy backed against her desk, hands on either side of her, caging her in. She’s pressed as far back as she can go, one hand braced against his chest, trying to create distance.
Damon’s head whips toward me. “Enzo. This isn’t what you think.”
I cross the room in three strides, grab him by the collar, and haul him away from her. He stumbles, catching himself against the couch.
My fist is already cocked back. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“We were just talking!”
“You cornered her.” I advance on him. “She told you to back off.”
Remy moves away from the desk, putting more distance between herself and Damon. “Enzo, don’t worry. I’ve handled worse than an ex with a grudge and zero self-awareness.” She straightens her blouse. “Though I appreciate the dramatic entrance. Very superhero. But really, it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.” I don’t take my eyes off Damon. “You’re fired. Effective immediately.”
Damon’s face goes white. “You can’t fire me!”
“I just did.” I pull out my phone with my free hand, still keeping Damon in my line of sight. “You put your hands on an employee after she told you to back off. That’s grounds for immediate termination.”
