"Who was that?" Damian growls, letting go of your hand once you're both outside the hotel party room. He hated these parties because there always seemed to be someone who didn't know you were married to him and they went out of their way to get you in their clutches. He didn't blame you, Damian better than anyone knows that everything about you is electrifying, but he just doesn't tolerate others seeing you as a prize they can win. "I hate it when guys like him don't know their place."