(Damian's POV)
I didn't smell danger, but even if I knew the voice like the back of my hand, I was still weary of her.
So without putting on the light like she had instructed, I asked, "what is this, Mira?"
She gave a disappointed tut, "why don't you put in the light and find out, Dammyboo?"
That name triggered me so much, but I swallowed my words and instead turned on the switch.
And a deep frown came over my face as I looked in her direction.
Mira was as naked as the day she was born and what was worse? She was lying on the desk, my office desk. The same one I had fucked my wife on.
An anger so strong I could feel it in my chest came over me that I had to physically restrain myself from doing something I'd regret later.
"Aren't you recuperating?" I asked, irritated as hell but still trying to be calm. The fact that I was looking at her naked body which was not unappealing in the least, but I was still very far from aroused, almost sacred me.
