**ROSEANA**
"You know what I despise the most, Martinez. I don't want anyone touching my property, and I despise even more people who stab me in the back. Cowards who can only afford to plot something behind my back."
I'm not sure what Damon's point is; I simply continued staring at him, his broad back facing me, as I zoned out and couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Sir, it is not what you believe. There's a misunderstanding here," Martinez stated emphatically.
It was as though I were watching a television show. It was on the scene that the other man and the legal husband met. Typically, this confrontation does not end with no one injured. I'm simply waiting for them to get into a fight. I want to see who is stronger, my missing-in-action husband or the industrious secretary.
My thoughts make me laugh. Martinez appears to be losing his mind, and here I am, the main reason he has been placed in that difficult position, sitting like a queen in Damon's enormous bed. The only thing lacking is the popcorn, and I'll truly feel like I'm in a movie theater.
My focus was drawn back to the two men in front of me as one of them approached me. Martinez reached out and slightly pulled the hem of the blanket that was draped around me.
I lift my brow at him and question him without saying anything. "Tell him I didn't undress you," he said quietly enough that I almost missed it.
"Why would I?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him.
He gave me a hiss. Martinez's anger toward me is evident. He might have wrenched my neck if I hadn't been his boss's wife.
"Believe me, I'm not the only one who will be harmed by what you're doing," he said quietly. I sighed in defeat as he looked at me desperately.
Okay, I'll assist this unfortunate fellow. He seemed to be going to cry. I'm very sure he didn't pervert me. I knew Damon's secretary couldn't commit such a barbaric act from the moment I met him. He is so devoted to his boss that I am confident he will never lay a finger on me. And if he is the one who looked after me all night, I know he is only doing it for the work. I originally intended to tease him, but when I saw Damon, I was irritated, so I just stood by what I said.
I'm curious to see his reaction. I'm curious to see how he reacts.
"Martinez is correct; I was just teasing him earlier," I said, drawing Damon's attention to myself.
"I never, ever consider betraying you, sir," the secretary added.
Even though Damon couldn't see us, I nodded in agreement to Martinez. When I noticed the bead of sweat on the man's brow, I felt guilty. The room was cool, yet he was sweating like he was outside in the sun.
"So you guys are into this together?" Damon asked after a few minutes. My brows knitted in confusion. I'm having trouble understanding what he's saying.
I drew Damon's secretary's attention once more. "What is he talking about?" I questioned, looking at him.
Martinez made a shaky motion with his head. I was even more puzzled. He murmured under his breath, "We're dead."
It's all your fault! If you had told him earlier and not played with me, we wouldn't be in this situation," he hissed.
I gave him a sidelong glance. "I just want to irritate him," I explained. "He didn't go home for a week, and now he just came back like nothing happened!"
"Stupid, we're both doomed because of what you did."
"Oh, come on. Don't be such a coward." I'm not sure why Martinez is so afraid of Damon; I'm just pulling a prank on his boss, and I don't think Damon would eat us whole when he gets mad, does he?
Martinez is also a coward, as I recently learned.
"What are you two saying?"
Martinez and I were both taken aback when Damon suddenly turned to face us. He had a dark expression on his face as he glanced at Martinez's hand, which was clutching the mattress that covered my body.
"Fuck you!" Damon was already close to us in the blink of an eye. Martinez was about to let go of the mattress when Damon choked him.
"Damon! Stop! What are you doing?!" I screamed. Because of what was going on, I lost my tiredness. I almost fell off the bed in my haste to get closer to the two of them. My headache vanished in an instant.
Martinez was being strangled by Damon. His unfortunate secretary had no choice but to try to pry Damon's palm away from his neck, but Damon's grip was as firm as iron. I approached him and attempted to keep him away from his secretary, but he refused to move.
His teeth clinched. I keep calling his name, but he doesn't respond. The Damon in front of me is not the Damon I married. He's not the same man I married. He looked completely different. His cold eyes had turned furious and angsty as if he could murder Martinez utterly. I was frightened of him after seeing him choke Martinez.
I grabbed Damon's hand hard. I tried everything I could to get him to release his secretary, but I was unsuccessful. The man was turning pale, and I was afraid Damon would kill him.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing? I yelled at him. Damon completely disregarded me.
"Ah!" I groaned as my back collided with the bed frame. When I tried to remove Damon from Martinez again, he pushed me hard. I hadn't anticipated what he was about to do, so it was as if he flipped me over and my body landed on the wooden section of the bed.
In discomfort, I grunted. Because of the severity of my collision, I believe my bone has been broken, or at least that's my intuition. When the pain hit the spot strongly, I couldn't stand up and had to crouch on the floor. The pain was with me with every breath I took.
"Can you guys stop fighting?" I yelled at them. I raised my head and scowled at them, particularly Damon. They both came to a halt when they heard my yell.
Damon's confident look gradually shifted from shock to concern. He violently let go of the poor secretary, who gasped for air and coughed. Damon contacted me right away. He assisted me in standing.
He had my elbow and waist in his grip. "Ouch! Do you want to kill me through pain? I yelled at Damon. When I yelled at my handsome husband, shock flashed across his face. Martinez, who had been coughing nonstop earlier, also became quiet.
"I've been stopping you for a while now, but you're not listening! Do you want to kill him, huh?" I said, rubbing my hips in contempt.
I didn't hear anything from him; he just stared at me. I looked at Damon, lifted my hand, and glared at him when he didn't help me stand up.
"What?" he questioned, confused, as he noticed I was irritated again. He's like a child who doesn't understand why his mother scolds him. His heavy brow furrowed once more.
I inhaled deeply. I should have been upset with him for what he did, but I was captivated by his innocent face. Having such a face should be considered a crime. He can get almost everything by merely using his face.
"Please assist me in getting up." Instead of fighting him, I merely remarked, "My hip hurts."
"Oh, okay." He appeared to be a timid sheep who obeyed my commands.
"Hey, put me down; I can walk; there's no need for you to carry me."
The man did not listen. He walked over to the bed and carefully put me down.
"Does it still hurt? Where did you get hit?" he said, pinching my hips and about to raise the hem of the long sleeve that resembled a dress on me when he stopped.
"Aren't you going out yet?" he asked Martinez, who looked at us puzzled. Damon inquired emotionlessly, glaring at Martinez, who fled to the door and vanished before our eyes.
"You shouldn't have hurt your secretary," I told him.
"Yeah," he replied, not sure if he understood what I said or if he just consented to end the conversation.
"What are you doing, Damon? I asked, surprised.
I tried to lower the hem of my long-sleeved shirt, but he gripped it hard. I didn't say anything when he examined my waist, most likely to see if I had any bruises.
"Good thing you're not hurt," he muttered, his face still inches from my skin.
"Yeah, now that you've confirmed, can you let me fix my clothes?" I requested, feeling embarrassed because we were so close.
"That fucker can undress you, but I can't even see your fucking skin to see if you have a fucking bruise," he grumbled. "I'm not done with that issue yet, Roseana. I'm just holding back because otherwise, I might do something to you. You can't handle it; you're still sick."
Before he mended my clothes, I felt his lips brush against my skin. I spaced out.
"You have been very naughty this past week, Roseana. You have learned to have the guts to shout at me, huh? You even have my secretary, yeah? Oh, I can't wait for you to recover so that I can punish you well enough." He murmured dangerously.