Chapter eleven: My wife and my mistress

DAMIEN POV

I let out an animalistic growl when the phone went unanswered from Kamaria's end, my fist clenching on itself as my anger roared out of control.

How dare she not pick my call! Is she avoiding me, trying to get back at me for something?! Is that why she hasn't signed. Maybe the money I gave her isn't enough and she and that lawyer boss of hers are plotting ways to take more from me.

My expression hardened into a stony mask of anger and disgust. If Kamaria decides to prove my mother right that she is a gold digger after my family money, then she is going to see the ugly side of me. One thing I hate most is giving my mother something to gloat about.

I was about to redial the number again when the telephone on my desk rang startling me, making me jump slightly on my seat.

My anger worsened at being made to jump like some damned scardy cat.

"What!" I snarled, not caring who is on the other side.

I heard a squeak on the other side like my tone had scared the person but I did