Next morning, Violet woke up in an empty bed. She could hear the shower water running, meaning Damian was in the bathroom

Just then the bathroom door clicked open and came out a half naked Damian.

Violet turned her face to the opposite side as fast as she could. Her cheeks already red. She could feel him staring at her but he didn't say anything. He went into his closet and came back fully dressed.

While changing in his closet, Damian was thinking the whole time why there were no marks on his wife's neck. He was sure with the ferocity he had kissed her last night, he must have left many marks. But why were there none? Her hands also didn't have any bruises. No matter how many times, how hard he bruised her soft delicate hands, the bruises seemed to disappear within some hours. But how was that even possible?

Violet was still on the bed when he came out. She was staring at him with such a wide and fearful eyes that Damian had to clear his throat to gain her attention.

"Get dressed, love. We have to leave for office."

Affectionate again.

Violet only nodded her head in response. Damian left the room to clear his head from, well.. everything.

Taking a quick shower, Violet changed into her beautiful maroon scart and off white sweater as it was winter. She made sure to wear her black leggings so that her legs weren't on display.

Even though her legs and neck weren't on show, she covered the bruises with make up again. And after the encounter with Damian last night, she didn't want to show any skin.

My air supply went to God knows where, when I saw my wife in her maroon skirt and off white sweater.

This woman manages to look good in anything!!

Only her hands that too from her wrists were on show. She was even wearing leggings to hide her long sexy legs. Good..

I didn't even realize I was staring at her until she cleared her throat.

"Let's go" I said without any emotion so that she doesn't catch me checking her out.

What am I even thinking? I can do whatever I want.