I was seated beside Damian and both our clients at our opposite. Damian had rented the whole restaurant for our meeting.

Our discussion was going along just fine as the investors looked quite interested.

Until Damian decided to put his hand on my thigh.. Argh..

I had to be too quick to assume. Of course, he would try something like this in public.

Why didn't I wear Jeans today?

He kept rubbing and making circles there for about a minute until he started to go upwards.

Why did this had to happen to me? Why me?

Images of last night flashed through my mind and I instantly became stiffed.

This continued for a few minutes and his fingers found its way to my folds over my panty. He started to circle over the only piece of cloth that was already wet. It was getting harder for me to control the moans leaving my mouth, when one of the clients asked

"Are you alright, Mrs Salvatore? Your breathing is heavy and you look a little flushed."

Damian looked at me and smirked. I hurriedly replied

"It's nothing serious. I will be back in a minute." With this I excused myself and went to the washroom.

I indeed look flushed. Washing my face, I patched my make up to look presentable again. I can't believe I became wet at Damian's touch.

Control yourself, Violet. Control your yourself.

Just when I was about to get out, the other client blocked me. He had such a smug look on his face that it sent shivers down my spine.

He entered the washroom staring at me like a hungry animal.

May God save me from what this bastard is planning to do to me. First Damian and now him. I don't even know his first name.

"Mr Romano, this is the ladies bathroom. You shouldn't be here." I tried to sound confident but I doubt if it did.

An evil smile showed up on his face as he said,

"Oh, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about that. How about we do something a little more.. fun?"

Saying this he started to walk towards me. I tried to get back but winced in pain when he caught me on my wrist which were still bruised, courtesy of my husband.

"Now now beautiful, what do we have here? Such a beautiful face. No wonder Damian fell for it." His words made me feel nothing but disgust. I wanted to gag at his comment.

I tried to scream but he held my mouth.

"Don't want your husband to know now. Do we?"

What am I supposed to? How do I get way from him? Suddenly an idea popped in my mind and I stopped struggling.

As I had guessed, he let his hold on me loose.

"Seems like Damian got himself a whore, huh? Better for me."

Just when he finished saying, I kicked him in his balls. He fell on the floor clutching his manhood and groaning in pain. I marched towards the door but he caught my leg and pulled hard, making me fall on my face.

He came toward me and screamed on my face

"YOU BITCH.. HOW DARE YOU DO THAT? YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS."

In a second, he was over me and trying to kiss me. I moved my face frantically to avoid him but still couldn't push him off me.

"Damian... Damian.n. Help." I screamed as loud as I could. But I don't think he could hear me as the door had already been closed.

After a few seconds, which felt like hours, the door busted open and Romano was pulled off me in a swift move.

I saw Damian with a very ..very angry face. Tears left my eyes uncontrollably and my body shaking in fear of what just happened.

I don't know if I was crying because of Mr Romano's actions or Damian's blood shot eyes filled with anger. Both terrified me to my core.

He was swift to make me stand up and beat the life out off Romano.

"How dare you touch You won't live to see another sunrise you fucking bastard!!!"

Damian left him after giving him a bloody nose and a broken leg.

"Let's get you home, love."

I couldn't even process his words when he took me in his arms and got me into the car.