#Chapter22
Damian's POV
The telephone rang continually to my utmost annoyance distracting me from this blissful moment. Our mate lay her upper half on Damon who sat in a comfortably on the couch while her other half was on me as I lay cuddling her tiny waist. I slowly untangled myself from the triangle, Damon who stirred awake due to the intrusion without waking her exhausted form. I walk to the demonic machine whisper yelling at the caller.
/"What!/" I barked at the caller watching Damon stroking her hair out of her face. A sight to behold.
/"Sorry Mr Adams but we have a problem at one of your oil rigs we can't solve without your presence here in Dubai./" The caller spoke.
/"Fine, I'll see you by morning./" As I end the call.
/"Sorry to be a killjoy but our presence is needed asap in Dubai, one of our rigs is faulty./" I face the pair.
