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. βIβm going to grab something for you.β 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. βThank you, James.β you said, your voice teasing.
Damian froze, eyes narrowing slightly. βSorry, what?β he asked, but you just laughed it off. Since you were in public, he didnβt want to make a scene, so he brushed it aside.
Back in his sports car, Damian settled into the driverβs seat and pulled out his phone. βYou want anything?β he asked casually.
βMm, nope.β you replied, already plotting your next move.
As he opened the door to step out, you couldnβt resist. βTake care, James.β you said with a smirk.
Damianβs eyes shot to you, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. βWhat did you say?β
You met his gaze coolly. βWhat? I said Damian.β
He shook his head, gripping the car door handle tightly. βNo, I heard you say James.β
βNo... I said Damian.β you insisted, your tone light but firm.
He gave you a warning stare, jealousy thick in his voice. βBetter not.β
When Damian stepped out of the car, you rolled down your window and called out one last time, βBye, Jamesss!β
He spun around sharply and strode back to the passenger side, opening the door with a determined look. βAlright, youβre asking for it.β
Before you could react, Damian swept you up in a bridal carry, carrying you to the backseat and gently but firmly settling you inside.