Damian sat down at his desk, his coffee cup in hand. He pulled up his computer, looking over a couple of emails before switching it up and pulling up a jewelry website. It had dawned on him that he had a signed contract to marry Angelina and she was talking about kids, even in the distant future, but he had nothing for her, not a sign of his affection. Not that she needed anything but be wanted to spoil her. He felt like even though she was who she was, she wasn’t spoiled and it might be nice. He took another sip of his coffee as he browsed through some pieces, nothing striking his fancy. He wasn’t sure he could create a piece stunning enough to have on her hand though. “I wouldn’t go through there.” Damian jerked upright and glanced over his shoulder at his secretary. “Sorry Mr. Russo

