Chapter nine- Stripping dance prom

Damien’s POV

My eyes widen at the sight of my mother entering my office

with a smirk on her face, leaving me groaning, knowing what she’s going to say. The same thing that made me get married, even when I didn't want to, leaving me frustrated.

“Why are you doing this,” She asks, eyebrows furrowed as she eyes the files on my desk. Then she turns to look at Jack, my assistant for the past three years. One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—”

I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling my sleeves into my elbows, I signed deeply “ I’m always busy mum” I responded, my voice sounding low and almost inaudible, she rolls her eyes “ You are wasting time son, all I'm asking is for an heir for us to secure the empire if the womb of that wife of yours, can't carry a son then you have no other option than to impregnate another” she stood up and cleared her vo