Damien's POV
It was difficult for me to contain my fury as I saw the youngster, who had the appearance of a rabbit, pecking my wife on the forehead after embracing her little frame.
I refrained from interfering since I was curious about Lisa's response, but she f*****g permitted him.
She gave him access to her body, and I was f*****g furious about it. I ran out of patience.
He was pushed away by her, and she told him to go.
When Lisa eventually glances up to meet my concentrated stare, Lisa and I stand there observing one other intently.
She chuckles awkwardly and queries. How was your travel?
I glance down instead of reprimanding her for what she just did. I won't go to that extent for you. I wish I could express my rage, but I can't.
Whereabouts of your hotel? I ask firmly while
