DAMIAN
“What problem?”
Anton c****d an eyebrow. “You’re clearly in love with her. Can’t you see that?”
I scoffed. “In love? That’s quite funny. Why would I fall in love with Amelia? Is she any different from all the women I’ve been with?”
Anton crossed his arms and leaned closer to me. “I’m tempted to believe you, but I have eyes, Damian. And what they tell me is far from what you’re saying. You almost exploded because I called her beautiful. You were jealous. Jealousy is an extra package that accompanies love.”
“I’m not jealous.” I gulped down the contents of my glass. “I don’t want you to flirt with my wife or talk about her, especially when she can hear you.”
“Ok,” Anton smiled, and I knew he was up to something. “Let’s believe you don’t love Amelia. I want to take you back t
