“Are we not going to the mansion?” I asked Damien as I prepared our breakfast.
Today is Monday. We are supposed to work but then now, is it really working? Damien is the owner of that house, together with his family.
Damien shook his head. “I don’t want another brawl with Porter and Sage…” he whispered and he hugged me from the back.
“You think they’re still mad at you?” I asked.
He sighed and kissed my neck. “I don’t really care if they are.”
I frowned at him. “They’re your cousins.”
He nodded. “But that doesn’t give them the right to butt in everything I do. I am still mad at them for talking to me like that in front of you. What if your head hurt while we’re having that conversation? I am going to kill them…”
My lips parted in shock. “Damien!” I scolded him. “What are you t
