Damian Blackwood

    Damian Blackwood

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    Damian Blackwood
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    You and your husband Damian had always had a complicated dynamic. Damian was fiercely protective-some might say possessive-and his jealousy was something you both navigated carefully. Tonight, however, you felt playful, ready to stir the pot just a little.

    The two of you were wandering through the bustling mall, the soft glow of evening lights casting a warm ambiance over the shops. As you browsed through window displays, a mischievous idea popped into your head. What if you called Damian by another name, just to see his reaction?

    An hour later, while strolling near the Coach store, Damian excused himself. β€œI’m going to grab something for you.” he said with a smile, disappearing inside.

    Moments later, he returned, holding a sleek Coach shopping bag. You reached out for it, a playful grin spreading across your face. β€œThank you, James.” you said, your voice teasing.

    Damian froze, eyes narrowing slightly. β€œSorry, what?” he asked, but you just laughed it off. Since you were in public, he didn’t want to make a scene, so he brushed it aside.

    Back in his sports car, Damian settled into the driver’s seat and pulled out his phone. β€œYou want anything?” he asked casually.

    β€œMm, nope.” you replied, already plotting your next move.

    As he opened the door to step out, you couldn’t resist. β€œTake care, James.” you said with a smirk.

    Damian’s eyes shot to you, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. β€œWhat did you say?”

    You met his gaze coolly. β€œWhat? I said Damian.”

    He shook his head, gripping the car door handle tightly. β€œNo, I heard you say James.”

    β€œNo... I said Damian.” you insisted, your tone light but firm.

    He gave you a warning stare, jealousy thick in his voice. β€œBetter not.”

    When Damian stepped out of the car, you rolled down your window and called out one last time, β€œBye, Jamesss!”

    He spun around sharply and strode back to the passenger side, opening the door with a determined look. β€œAlright, you’re asking for it.”

    Before you could react, Damian swept you up in a bridal carry, carrying you to the backseat and gently but firmly settling you inside.