Through the speakerphone, Kai took a dramatic breath.
"She slammed the door in my face, Damien," Kai vented, his voice cracking with the genuine devastation of a man whose ego had just been run over by a freight train. "Literally right in my face. It almost clipped my nose."
Damien froze, the crystal tumbler halting halfway back down to the desk. He stared at the glowing phone in the dark, processing the words.
"What?" Damien asked, his voice flat.
"Zoe!" Kai groaned loudly, the sound of his pacing echoing through the line. "I have been sending her gifts every single day! I am trying to get her to talk to me! I actually like her, Damien! At first, yeah, I just wanted to get her into bed, but now..."
Damien set his scotch down and rubbed his temples, a fresh wave of exhaustion settling behind his eyes. He dragged a hand down his face, dumbfounded by the absurdity of the phone call.
