Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Had she honestly believed that shit he told her? About us
being in love and needing time to reconnect?
Or was it what she wanted to believe, because it was easier
than fighting back?
I locked my door and lodged my chair under it before
sliding into bed and setting my alarm.
But as tired as I was, sleep wouldn’t come.
Doors opened and closed quietly downstairs as Damon’s
security moved about, circulating around the property and
keeping an eye on the house while he was away.
At first, I thought it was guards for me. To hinder my
coming and going and report back to him on what I was up to.
And those were undoubtedly some of their orders, but no one
gave me any hassle when I wanted to go somewhere, and I
never got any instruction to stop doing that or stop going there.
A driver chauffeured me, doors were opened for me, and if
it wasn’t them or Damon creeping me out the other morning or
in the theater, I actually felt a little safer with them here.
When he was gone.
I clutched the sheet, resenting the thought that wormed its
way in. That a part of me wished he wasn’t gone.
Where was he? It had been days. Did he still have
Mikhail?
Or did Damon go to the Maldives after all? A pang of
jealousy hit me, and I drew in a deep breath, pulling my shirt
away from my neck, because I felt stifled.
Fuck you.
What the hell was I doing? The sex was good, so I forgot
that he was a lowlife? What a cliché.
I didn’t care that he defended Rika when she was four or
that he was abused as a child. Plenty of people grew up shitty.
I’d fucking loved who he pretended to be, but his lie
negated everything that happened between us. He humiliated
me.