Chapter 32

Damon

The next morning, I woke to Clara groaning in my arms.

"Can you at least be still?" I murmured, without opening my eyes. She sighed.

"First, you're crushing me, and I need to pee," she muttered. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Why didn't you go?" I asked. I could tell she was rolling her eyes.

"Because, Sherlock, you threatened me. I didn't want to move in case you woke up and didn't see me," she explained. I rolled my eyes, let her go, and turned away.

"Go," I muttered. I heard her grumbling as she climbed out of bed. As she walked to the toilet, I opened my eyes slightly. My penis twitched when I saw her nakedness.

"Fuck me," I muttered, sighing as she closed the door. I groaned and got out of bed, dressed, and went to shower.

When I emerged, Clara was in my room, frowning.

"Can I help you?" I asked, noticing her eyes trail down my body before she gulped. I smirked and walked toward my closet, followed by her.

"How can you just leave like that? You told me not to leave, and then you leave?" she asked. I tilted my head.

"Yes, because I have better things to do. You don't dare leave the room when I'm in it; it's my rule, and it doesn't apply to me," I said. She stared, then scoffed.

"Every time I talk to you, it's like talking to a wall. Good day," she muttered, walking away. I admired her backside. Even though I tried not to admit it, Clara was hot. Everything about her turned me on.

"Alpha, you in here?" Luca's voice startled me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my clothes.

He entered, sighing. "I saw Clara storming out. You upset her again," he muttered. I scoffed.

"It's not my fault she's getting entitled. Jason and Job work at Clara's workplace," I said. He was quiet for a moment.

"What about them?" he asked.

"Fire them immediately," I ordered.

"Why? What did they do?"

"Do I need to give a reason? When did I start answering to you?" I asked. He sighed and bowed his head.

"Got it, Alpha. You say you don't want her, and yet you're possessive," he muttered the last part under his breath, but I heard him.

"I'm not possessive, I'm protecting my name. What if she had an affair with one of them and tainted my reputation?" I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. You have a meeting with shareholders in two hours," he said, leaving. I considered his words. Was I possessive?

I scoffed and shook my head. Impossible.

I got dressed and skipped breakfast. I walked to my car with Luca and my guards. As I was about to get in, I saw Clara by the door, frowning, watching me. She turned and went back inside.

"Let's go?" Luca asked, snapping me out of it. I cleared my throat and nodded, getting into the car.

At the company, everyone bowed, avoiding my gaze. I was a god to them, and I loved it.

I paused when I felt small arms around my legs.

"Luca?" I called.

"Yes, Alpha."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a child, Alpha." A woman ran to me, falling to her knees.

"I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't know he'd left my office," she pleaded. I gritted my teeth.

"Get it off me," I muttered. Luca took the child and gave him to his mother. The baby cried.

"I have a strict no-children policy. Why is he here?" I asked, glaring at the woman. Silence, except for the woman's cries and the baby's wails.

"I'm sorry, Alpha. My husband is ill, and I have no one"

"Get her out. She's never to set foot in this building again," I ordered. I heard a gasp.

Clara stood behind me, shocked. She glared disapprovingly, then helped the wailing woman up.

"You didn't even listen to her situation," she said. I frowned.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"And he's not 'it,' that's a child," she said. Murmurs arose as everyone watched. I hated being challenged in public.

"Watch your tongue before I put you in your place. Don't meddle in my business, understand?" I asked, walking toward her. Her surprise was evident.

"I'll meddle because you're my husband," she replied. I glared. Why was she so stubborn?

"Listen here, Clara…"

"Clara? Is that you?" I froze. Clara tensed. We both recognized the voice—Liam.

I glanced at Clara; she stared at him with adoration. Jealousy surged. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, glaring at Liam. I was staking my claim.

"What are you doing here? Who let you in?" I asked, frowning when Clara removed my arm and stepped away. Liam smiled.

"I'm one of your shareholders, Alpha Damon."

This revised version improves grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for better flow and clarity. It also removes some overly informal language ("dick," for example) while maintaining the original tone.