he's a mafia boss

As Elena reaches for the doorknob, Damien's voice stops her in her tracks. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he snaps, his tone laced with both annoyance and curiosity.

Elena turns to face him, a mix of frustration and disappointment etched on her face. She takes a moment to collect herself before responding. "Look, Damien," she says coolly, "what we had was just physical. I'm not interested in any emotional bullshit."

Damien raises an eyebrow, his eyes glinting mischievously as he leans against the bedpost. "Oh, really?" he retorts sarcastically. "Well, I guess your actions speak louder than words then."

Elena rolls her eyes rolls her eyes again, unable to suppress a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Please," she scoffs dismissively. "Don't flatter yourself."

A flicker of something unreadable passes through Damien's eyes before he shrugs nonchalantly. "Whatever you say," he replies casually.

Elena rolls her eyes, feeling a mix of relief and annoyance wash over her. She takes a moment to collect herself, making sure she doesn't give Damien the satisfaction of seeing how he affected her. With a deep breath, she walks back to the bed and lies down

As she tries to fall asleep , Elena can't help but feel a pang of regret. What had possessed her to sleep with him?

The next morning, Elena wakes up with an empty bed next to her. Blinking sleepily, she notices a folded piece of paper lying on the nightstand. Curiosity gets the better of her as she picks it up and reads aloud.

"Didn't want to disturb your sleep," Damien's handwriting scrawls across the page. "But I hope you enjoyed yourself.

(Enjoyed myself? What a jerk)

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she glances down at what lies next to the note - a stack of hundred-dollar bills neatly arranged in piles. Elena stares at them in silence for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Elena's laughter fills the room as she stares at the stack of bills, her mind racing with a mix of shock and disbelief. She had fallen into Damien's bed without thinking twice, but now it seems that he wasn't just some casual fling after all.

"Fucking hell," Elena mutters under her breath, her voice laced with annoyance. "Of course he had to be a fucking mafia boss."

She looks at Damien's full name scrawled on the note and cannot help but curse him out loud. " Damien Carrington! You prick! You fucking prick!"