Her Hubby

That made no sense but from the look in Soonies eyes, Naomi could tell she believed Damon was after her.

“I don't think that's the case. I can't believe you're getting transferred to a different branch!”

“And it's to take effect tomorrow. I know he's your husband but I want to curse him out so bad!” Soonie muttered.

Naomi sighed; she wouldn't be able to see her friend again. Judging by the fact that it's a new branch, she's about to get really busy.

“I'm going to miss you..” Naomi pouts.

“Can you tell your husband to reverse this? I mean, he should be able to do at least that for you.” Soonie asked.

Naomi whined. Of course, Damon wouldn't give a rat ass about her friend. He clearly doesn't care about her enough to make things ‘convenient’ for her. He made that pretty clear.

“I'll try. But I doubt he's going to hear a word I say.” Naomi sighed.

Soonie shook her head. “Don't worry about it. We can always make arrangements right?”

Naomi nodded, a smile on her face.

“Yes, we can. I'm sure you'll do great. If only Tita was on that list, it would make my whole life so much better.”

Soonie chuckled. “Sadly, she's not. Come on, you have a presentation to prepare and a nasty team leader to deal with. You got quite a lot on your plate if we're being honest.”

Naomi smiles. “Take care.”

Soonie nods as Naomi heads back to her seat, ready to prepare everything needed for the presentation.

Hours go by and it's finally time for everyone to clock out. Naomi finishes up her work for the day and heads to the parking lot. Soonie was nowhere to be found, probably on her way to the new branch.

Partick pulled over right in front of her, almost startling her in the process. She took a glance around her, there was no one else in sight.

“Miss, I was instructed to offer you a ride,” Patrick said.

“I came with my car..”

The window at the backseat whines down to show Damon in the back seat, his hair slightly out of place, hanging freely on his forehead.

“I'll get someone to take care of it. Get in.” He said.

Naomi glanced at Patrick, who had a rather reassuring smile on his face, and then back at Damon. She settles in, and the windows go back up as Patrick drives out of the lot before anyone can catch them together.

“This is so unlike you offering me a ride. Why have you decided to play ha hubby now?” She teased, her face turned towards him.

“No. You're here because you're not allowed to tell anyone we're married.”

Naomi's bright face dimmed a wince of pain in her eyes. “You don't want anyone to know we're married?” She repeated, finding this utterly ridiculous.

“Yes. I hope we have a mutual understanding.” Damon said

Naomi chuckled. “If you want me to keep our marriage out of the office, I'll do that but I can't guarantee that I can keep him a secret.”

Damon stared at her in utter disbelief. This woman seems to love challenging him and calling him out on his BS.

“You..”

“I'm your wife and we're doing this on my terms! You vanished for six years; I have every damned right to be called your wife because, legally, I am. Patrick, stop the car.”

Patrick caught her eyes through the rearview mirror, genuinely confused.

“Ma?”

“There's no point getting out of the car now, we're heading home anyway,” Damon said coldly.

“You said you don't want everyone to know we're married back at work. Well, neither do I. The last thing I want is for anyone to think my accomplishments are because my husband owns the company. Stop the car, Patrick.”

Patrick pulled over and Naomi stepped out of the car and turned to face Damon with a goofy look on her face.

“See you at home husband!”

She shuts the door before Damon can even react. She flags down a taxi and is soon out of the scene, leaving Damon more confused than he already was.

What is with this girl and pushing his buttons?

“What the hell goes on in that tiny brain of hers?” Damon muttered, confused. “Patrick, so they all act this way? Wives I mean. Do they all act crazy towards their husbands?”

“I suppose so, sir, and it means you have a loving wife.” Patrick said and burst into laughter.

“What so funny, Patrick Morgan James?” Damon asked.

Patrick cleared his throat and readjusted himself on his seat.

“My apologies sir. But I do believe Mrs Naomi does have a point. When people find out a woman's husband is rich or she works in his company, many of her accomplishments might seem as a direct effect of her husband being CEO. And legally, you're still her husband; she's only tried to keep it under wraps, but at the same time you are still legally her husband.”

“It appears you already picked a side. I hope she pays well.” Damon's attention returned back to his tablet.

Patrick laughs. “I wouldn't dare pick a side! You're my boss and I wouldn't dare to think someone is more soothing to be my boss.”

Damon cleared his throat, refusing to acknowledge his words.

“Sir? I'm seriously not siding with Mrs Naomi. I wouldn't dare. Sir? You're not going to fire me right?”

Damon cleared his throat again.

“Sir, you know I would never side with anyone else! You have my loyalty for life!”

Damon sighs, as he glances out the window as they drive past several businesses that were mostly owned by him and his empire.

“Will she ever find out the truth?” Damon asked out of the blue.

“What truth sir?” Patrick asked

“You know what I'm talking about.”

Patrick sighed. “Are you hoping she doesn't? If you're trying to keep her safe, I don't think it will go a long way now that she's within arm’s reach.”

Damon exhaled, this is so much more than he bargained for. She should have stayed far away from him.