CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

　　Damien was in the office, dark hair rumpled, a glower fixed firmly on his usually grumpy face. He looked up at Esme as she went in, and his jaw sagged.

　　"What the bloody hell happened to you?" he asked in astonishment.

　　"I have a lunch date this afternoon," she said sweetly.

　　Damien's face suddenly wore a frown. "Who the fuck is he?" he blurted out, clenching his fist.

　　Esme burst into laughter seeing how protective Damien was of her. "Easy Tyson Fury, I was only joking".

　　Damien refused to believe her and frowned the more. Who would blame him for being overprotective, she was the only family he got.

　　"Geez, you should have seen your face, you looked like you were going to kill someone. But hey, you know I'm going to get married one day so you have to get used to seeing me with guys," she said amidst laughter.

　　"He'll have to go through me first,” Damien scowled.