Jane was dropped home by Pamela, she did not feel like doing anything. Soon it was night time and Damon returned from work the house was dark, just a glimpse from their bedroom lit up the environment. Unlike other times when he walked into the delicious aroma of dinner, today was rather cold and depressing. The maid greeted him as she walked through the massive door.

‘’What should I make for dinner?’’ she asked. She had asked Jane earlier on but she had refused to eat anything. And she could not retire to bed without preparing something for the master of the house.

‘’Nothing”’ he did not wait but walked...