My stomach drops.
"What... what did he say?" I stutter.
"Nothing." He says. "I hang up before he had the chance to waste my time. Why would he call my office?"
Relief washes through me. My pulse starts to slow down.
"I don't know..." I sigh. "He's probably still angry that you put him in prison."
"He deserves to rot there after what he did to you." He glances at his watch. "Gotta go. I have a meeting in a couple of minutes with some investors."
Damien puts the cup of coffee away and stands from the bed. He packs the macbook in his black briefcase and bends to kiss me.
"It's date night." He whispers. "Wear something nice."
That brings a little smile on my face. Since we started doing date nights, he's never once forgotten about it. Infact, he's always the one who reminds me. I wond
