#Chapter22

Damian's POV

The telephone rang continually to my utmost annoyance distracting me from this blissful moment. Our mate lay her upper half on Damon who sat in a comfortably on the couch while her other half was on me as I lay cuddling her tiny waist. I slowly untangled myself from the triangle, Damon who stirred awake due to the intrusion without waking her exhausted form. I walk to the demonic machine whisper yelling at the caller.

"What!" I barked at the caller watching Damon stroking her hair out of her face. A sight to behold.

"Sorry Mr Adams but we have a problem at one of your oil...