MELISSA
‘I’m not leaving Damien until you have s*x with me.’
Damien’s eyes shore in disbelief. Then suddenly, I saw a drop of irritation rush over his face. I didn’t let his expression get to me.
I kept moving forward.
“Missy!” Damien called out. “I wouldn’t repeat myself.”
“You can shout all you want. I’m not going to leave.”
“Fine.” He said in an irritated tone. “Then you can stay here all by yourself because I have no interest in whatever you’re trying to do.”
“Why?” I questioned, trying to mask up my emotions. “Am I not your wife? Don’t you long for me? As you stare at me, don’t you wish to have me?”
Damien remained silent, his gaze fixed on me, a storm brewing in his eyes. The glass in his hand trembled as he dropped it on the table. Then, with a swift, almost predatory moveme
