Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 185: A Cheating Spouse?

Brooke felt a stretch at her neck and slowly opened her eyes, her hand fell to the sore spot, gently massaging the area with her fingertips. She raised her head from it’s resting posture, and let out a tired yawn.

"What time is it?" She asked, wiping the spec from the corner of her eyes.

"Eight pm." A voice responded, dragging Brooke out of her drowsiness. Sharply, she traced the voice to her right, only to see Damien sitting next to her, his shoulder where her head had been.

It didn’t take Brooke too long to process what had happened, she noticed the crinkle on the material over his shoulder and the dried up drool patch.

She immediately got on her feet, "I am so sorry for this." she apologized, feeling beyond mortified over the slight mishap. A part of her wanted to question why Damien was here in the first place and why her head was rested on his shoulder, but she felt it would come off as rude.

All she wanted was to leave before she caused herself anymore embarrassment.

Her eyes scanned the area for her phone, as though reading her mind Damien reached into his side and pulled out her phone and airpods, "Here, your phone kept ringing so I switched it off so you could sleep better." He informed her.

She made a face while taking her items back, her phone kept ringing? Who was calling so persistently?

Scratching the back of her head she asked, "What time did you say it was again?"

"Eight." He said getting up, dusting off his clothes he added, "It’s gotten late, everyone has already left, we’re the last two people here."

Brooke’s eyes went round. The realization of who was calling came with full force. She immediately switched her phone back on and turned to make a dash for the exit. However her feet came to a halt when Damien held her by the wrist.

"Damien?" Brooke raised a brow at his hand on her wrist. "Do you need something-"

"It’s late, I’ll give you a ride." He offered, still holding her hand.

Cracking a nervous smile she politely declined, "Ah, that’s not necessary. I’m about to call a cab."

But he was persistent, "I insist. With filming happening we can’t take any risk, as a pro you should know that much." His tone swiftly shifted into a condescending one.

"As a pro, I know that it could be chaotic if we’re seen together hours after filming. The director was clear about avoiding scandals." she sharply retorted.

Brooke tried to withdraw her hand but Damien held onto it tighter, "I’m not taking no for an answer." He said, enforcing his grip.

Her phone switched on and with it came a phone call, as though the caller hadn’t stopped calling the entire time. The ring distracted Damien, allowing Brooke to slip out of his grip and step forward to answer the call.

Without checking who it was, she answered and placed the phone to her ear.

"Hello-"

"Master Grayson is on the way to your filming location!" Hannah yelled into the phone, sinking Brooke’s heart. Her feet hurried out of the room, to see if she could catch him outside.

"When did he leave?" Brooke demanded, pressing the phone to her ear.

"More than half an hour ago."

’He must almost be here then!’ she panicked. Had she been alone at the site her mind would’ve been at ease. But having Damien here would only cause problems.

"Try calling him, he looked very worried when he left and wouldn’t listen to anyone. Call him, before something happens." She said, then ended the call just as Brooke arrived at the parking area outside.

"What do I do? It’s so late!" She whined, while dialing Thane’s number. She tried to place the call but Damien emerged from behind her and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Weren’t you listening? I said I’d drop you off. You should be grateful instead of giving me all this extra attitude." He said over her grunts and moans.

"Damien, let me go!" She said, alternating her gaze from his grip to the street. Her husband could arrive at any second, and the last thing she wanted was for him to have second thoughts.

Obviously, she also didn’t want to expose to anyone that she was Thane’s wife, but she also didn’t want Thane to think she was out cheating.

"Why are you so stubborn, I already said-" his words were cut off by the sound of an approaching car. Brooke sharply turned around, her heart leaping out of her chest at the idea of Thane pulling over to this scene.

What would he think? She knew Ethan wouldn’t bat an eye and blame her for the situation. But would Thane do that? All this time she had been indoors and never given him reason to believe she could cheat him.

Her thoughts came to a halt when a familiar looking car pulled over. Damien retracted his gaze when Lucas stepped out of the car, with Sadie in tow.

Brooke heaved a sigh of relief when Sadie strutted over to her and stood between her and Damien. She reached for Brooke’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You weren’t answering your phone, I got worried something had happened. It’s a good thing you had Damien with you." She said trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Thanks for taking care of her." Sadie said, "But we have an appointment tonight, so we’ll have to take our leave." She gently nudged Brooke towards the car, but Damien grabbed Sadie by the wrist.

"Care to explain why you’re with the president of the production house this late at night?" he pried.

Sadie effortlessly shook off his grip and looked him square in the eye. "I don’t think you have any business with our personal lives. And I’d advise you to keep your hands to yourself, unless you’re just dying to create a scandal." She took a step closer, then poked his chest, matching every syllable she voiced.

"Because trust me pretty boy, I would be more than happy to help you with that."