"Hello?" Damian let out a groan as he put the annoyingly ringing phone on his ear, as he lay under the covers, with Vanessa's head on his chest.
They might've gone overboard last night, but who cares? Might as well celebrate their easiest win right?
Early the next morning, Damian was woken up by the insistent ringing of his phone, so without looking at the number, he just answered it.
There was silence on the other end causing him to pull the phone away from his ears and looked at the screen when his eyes suddenly widened as he recognized it.
"M-Mr D-Dmitri, Sir," Damian quickly sat up straight.
Vanessa stirred, groaning as the warmth of his chest vanished. "What the hell, Damian?" she muttered, half-asleep.
"Shut up," he muttered as quietly as possible, slapping her thigh to silence her. His free hand clenched the sheets as he forced his voice steady. "I–I wasn't expecting your call so early."
