Damien was firm. He didn’t want me in contraceptive pills because of its side effects. I wonder if that’s because something happened to me before or if it’s just his husband pride talking.
I was sweeping the walkway when I saw a limousine coming in from the gate. I stopped and walked to the side as I watched the black luxury car pass me.
Okay. The owners must be here now.
I shrugged and just continued what I am doing. I need to finish this faster because the owners might want food. Damien couldn’t cook because he’s busy axing the branches of the trees that fell.
It took me a few moments before I went to the mansion and saw a man walking out of the limousine. He’s tall and muscular—much like Damien. He’s wearing a white Polo shirt and a pair of black cargo shorts. His hair is in a l
