–Livana–
I heard his footsteps draw near before he tilted my chin up.
"Who is Alejandro?" His voice was husky, heavy with command.
I lifted my hand, letting my fingers trace the lines of his biceps.
"Why do you ask?"
"It just… intrigued me. The way he spoke—it sounded like he was seducing you."
His tone turned threatening. Sexy, yes—but he had no right to direct it at me.
Without warning, I grabbed him by the neck, my grip tightening.
He groaned, bracing himself against the sofa for support.
"Are you raising your voice at me, Damon?"
"My wife," he murmured, voice softer now, remorse creeping in. "I'm sorry. It just caught me off guard."
"Leave."
I shoved him off me with force.
He chuckled under his breath. I caught a flicker of his movement as he rubbed his neck.
"Wow," he muttered, lowering himself onto the seat beside me. "I think I'll skip work today."
