3: Hum of Sex and fashion talk

The ideal purpose of being Damien's wife was to join the Roberto family with the Forrest. To make an outstanding empire. Now, other companies where also involved in this but they were minor. Damien never married any of the other CEO's daughters. He married me. Why am I saying this, I have an advantage. Damien chose me for a reason. This isn't some kind of olden days fiction where the king chooses a wife amongst many but I've been betrothed to Damien almost my whole life. I know he wasn't faithful before we got married.

I had boyfriends and he had flings and girlfriends but now none of those matters. All that matter is us. I and Damien. I don't know if he loves me or just respect me as his wife but I'm going to use that advantage.

"Girl you there?" Chloe voice boomed through my car speaker. Yeah...I was talking to Chloe and she was telling me why I'm at advantage. I'm his wife. Borrowing his jet won't cost him a thing. Would it?

"I'm hearing you"

"You just gotta talk to him. Be closer to him" Chloe lectured. I know I have to be close to Damien. He's my husband but work is keeping us apart. His work.

"I know Chloe"

"Don't you roll your eyes at me girl. I know your doing it" she scolded and I laughed of course I rolled my eyes at her. I caught sight of the Mansions gate from afar.

"I gotta go. Bye"

"Bye. And kick some ass"

"I'm not kicking no ass" I sighed and caught the call. Just talk to him. What could possibly go wrong. Chloe words from before echoed in my head.

"Your not just a person he carries about like a show off or fucks when he wants to. Your his wife"

I'm Damien's wife.

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Rose informed me the moment I stepped into the house, that Damien was already up. I made my way to the room quickly in time to see him coming out of the shower. His jet black hair was wet and a bit tangled. Water was dripping down his chest to the low cut of the towel on his waist. Stay focused.

I dropped my bag on the bed and started taking my shoes off.

"You left off work late today" he said. He was drying his hair with an excess towel but that didn't stop him from looking at me.

"We had two cases of a dog bite" I sighed and finally took the second heels of. I wiggled my toes so it reduced some ache.

"I thought you run a pet store not a hospital" He was done drying his hair and I was watching his every move. He rummaged through the wardrobe for his pants. He finally pulled a free ash pant and put it on.

"Well, the child was bit by a dog in my store so somehow, I was involved"

He noticed the way I kept rubbing my ankles together.

"I told you to stop wearing heels on longer days" he scolded. Why does everyone seem to scold me.

"I didn't know I was going to stay long at work" I grumbled. He came to sit by me and took my feet unto his lap and started massaging it. Now's the time to talk.

"You would've still carried an extra shoe or slipper Jay" he said. He rubbed an ointment on my leg.

"Well I don't have to worry about ankle pains when I know I've got a husband who massages my leg real good" I grinned. He dropped the oil, ruffled my hair and planted a kiss to my lips.

"Well, that husband also gets tired from work don't you think?"

Is he bringing up sex?

"Let me massage you to" I followed him to the balcony where he lay on a lounge chair. His belly down. I sat behind and started massaging his shoulders with the same oil. Now's the time.

"Um...I'm thinking about attending Chloe's fashion show this weekend" I tilted my head to the side but he was quiet.

"Damien"

"Jaycee"

I chuckled at his tone. He was obviously tired. "Why don't you get some rest"

"No. Finish what you were saying" Damien rolled to his back. His eyes were now fixed on me making me mega nervous.

"She invited me for the show"

"Where is it?"

"Paris"

His left brow shot up. "I'm not letting you go all by yourself. Take Joseph with you" Joseph is his driver and helps him do many other stuffs. They were kind of buddies. Here goes the hard one now.

"I was thinking maybe, you should come with...me" my voice went extra high at the last word. He sat upright taking my hands in his.

"Jay, you know I've got lots of work to do"

I lowered my head nodding. That's what I thought. "I was thinking it'd be a great way for us to spend some time together. We never went on a honeymoon because you were so busy" my head was still lowered and I was trying to make him feel guilty. Hell, I even brought out a tear.

"Jay..."

"It's alright. I'll ask my mom to go with me. She loves fashion shows a lot" good now walk away. I got up to go but he took my hand pulling me to his leg. His right palm held my cheek in his and lifted my face to his.

"I'll go with you" he said and a smile broke out on my face.

"Really?"

"Yes."

I threw my arms round his neck hugging him tight. I pulled away later on.

"And Jay,...don't ever hesitate to tell me whatever you want. Ever"

I nodded.

"Now let's get you out of your work clothe and into bed" he lifted me in his arms, leading us back to the room. My heart is over filled with joy and I can't stop grinning even though it might just be creeping the hell out of Damien.