GABRIELLE’S POV
I put my fork down and spat out my food before I choked on it.
“What?” I coughed, grabbing the napkin. “You can’t be serious.”
Damon kept eating like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me.
“You didn’t think being my wife came without responsibilities, did you?” he said casually, slicing through his steak.
“I didn’t think being your wife meant… whatever you’re implying.”
He finally looked up with that intense gaze of his. “Relax, Gabrielle. I’m not talking about what’s running through that dramatic head of yours.”
I glared at him. “Then what exactly are you talking about?”
“Public appearances, dinners and functions. People will expect to see my wife by my side, and I can’t have them thinking you can’t stand me.”
I leaned back in my chair, still tense. “So I’m suppose
