"Do you think I need the proceeds?"

"Who did that to you?"

He had jumped over the couch and was walking briskly towards her.

"What..."

She tried to hide her face but he held her arm and pulled her closer. So close that she could feel his breath all over her face. Enough to make her look him in the eyes, even if that was the last thing on her mind.

He touched her cheek, tracing one of his fingers across it.

"Who the fuck did this to my woman?"

"It's nothing."

She knocked his hand off her face and walked towards her work table.

"I'm here to pick something. I have something urgen to attend to."

He turned. He watched her get to her table and pick what she wanted.

"When did you get back? You weren't here five minutes ago when I left the office."

Damien said nothing to her. All he did was stare at her. She advanced towards him.

She got to him and touched his cheek with her warm palm. She kissed him softly in the lips. Pulling away, her eyes searched the corners of his.

"Don't worry about this. Just a little touch of ma