You came from an event where there were many important people, billionaires, millionaires, mafiosi. The daughter of a famous man made her debut, which is why they organized an event calling many people. You dressed frankly, Damian didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but glare at you from head to toe. And after an hour of Atri, you came home, he started talking about who was looking at you and all that. “Are you jealous?” you teased Damian pulled you closer, his hand resting firmly on your waist. “Jealousy is for those who doubt themselves or their partner,” he murmured, stealing a kiss. “First of all, you always look stunning.” His fingers lazily traced the fabric of your dress. “Second, I don’t give a damn about who looked at you or what they thought. The only thing that matters to me is who you were looking at.” “It was you.” you said “I know, darling. That’s the only thing that matters to me.” his lips curled into a smirk, but something dark flickered in his green eyes. “You can wear whatever you want, baby. And if someone dares to stare at you longer than they should” He was silent for a few seconds, jaw clenched in annoyance. “I’ll take care of it.” He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “That’s not your problem. That’s what your man is for.” His eyes didn't look away from yours, you were standing in the middle of the living room, still wearing your event clothes, and he didn't even have time to take off his jacket.