"There's a kid in the house, Damian. Always remember that," Alina scolded lightly as he placed her gently on the king-size bed.
Her tone wasn't harsh, just firm enough to remind him where the boundaries were.
Children were quick to catch up with what they saw, faster than adults ever imagined. The last thing she wanted was for Liam to start copying nonsense because two grown people couldn't behave themselves.
Damian let out a small huff, looking every bit like a spoiled child whose favorite toy had just been taken away. He dropped to his knees In front of her and began removing her shoes, one after the other, with exaggerated slowness.
Having a kid around was definitely going to disrupt most of his plans.
But it wasn't going to stop him.
Nothing ever did.
He placed her shoes carefully beside the bed as if they were fragile glass, then straightened up. Suddenly remembering something, he glanced at her. "Who called earlier?" he asked casually, trying to sound uninterested.
