I'm your type

"Urgh!" I groaned once I was up but, for some reasons I felt quite sick and with how my head felt like it was hammered? My groan just made everything worse.

"Easy there, Love" Came Damon's gentle voice before I felt his hands on me, patting me soothingly.

"I feel like shit" I said before opening my left eye to look at my morning star.

"It's just a hangover, you'll live" He said with a chuckle, caressing my cheek before I felt his hand in my hair, massaging my scalp expertly making me groan in pleasure.

"What time is it?" I asked his when I felt like I was regaining my body back slowly.

"A little bit past seven. Here, drink up, it'll help with the headache" Replied Damon who left my scalp just so he could pass me a glass of water and tablets.

"Thanks, where are you going all dressed up?" I asked after drinking the medicine. And let me just say, it was horrible! I hate them but, I didn't want him to know that and fuss all over the place.

"It's Monday, Sybil. Money doesn't get multiplied by itself" He said it like that fact should be obvious to me. Well, it wasn't until it was.

"Shit! I need to go to work!" I said as my mind worked on several ways to save time in my preparation for work. I tend to take even hours.

What? Being an icon every single day, takes time and effort, excuse my shamelessness.

"Or, you can sleep in for today. I heard your boss is a very generous employer especially towards you" He said putting the glass on the table beside our bed before standing up from there.

"That's what I don't want to happen! Let me just finish with this before I start preparing myself for work" I said, running towards the bathroom.

"Anything for you, just don't burn yourself out... I gotta bounce, though" He said while making our bed.

"Understand, have a good day at work Sweets" I yelled back to him as I continued making my way to the bathroom.

"I love you, My Ariana grande"

"Huh?" I turned to him confused was it like his new endearing name for me? But, then it hit me!

All the things I did last night came raging back giving me hell on my already aching head and embarrassment all at once.

"Fuck! Shit! no, no, no, NO!" I cried running to hide myself in the bathroom embarrassedly while, all he did was stand there and laugh at me just like when I was making an ass of myself in front of all the important people last night.

Running to the sink, opening the water tap before staring at myself in the mirror. I just stood there staring at my pathetic self. I couldn't cry nor laugh. Just numb.

"For what's worth? I think your friends got the message loud and clear last night and I'm proud of you" He said to me at the other side of the door.

He seemed to be at the door at the moment.

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled back at him feeling embarrassed, betrayed and angry all at once.

"Ceci brought in your breakfast, make sure to drink the soup while it's hot... Last night was the best night. I'm not sorry I let you drink to that state" He said unapologetically.

"That's easy for you to say because, it wasn't you on the table making a speech on how perfect our marriage feels like, to the public!" I insisted because, he really doesn't.

He was in the restroom when his partners started to talk about him behind his back and like the superhero and loving husband I was? I went on and stood gracefully, tapping on my glass with a spoon to gain their attention before I started to say every single thing I observed from them and their wives the whole night and comparing them to me and him.

I didn't know when he came back but, I only saw his adoring gaze on me making me blush, coming closer to where I stood.

"Are you done, Love?" He whispered to me as he held my hand in his with a gentle squeeze.

"How about we take a sit now? You're going to get dizzy at this rate" He whispered before helping me sit and went on kissing my knuckles lightly.

"You needed to put them in their place, Love. Don't be so hard on yourself" I heard the present Damon's voice pleading with me.

"And the dancefloor! God! I hate the reminder of that in my system" I said burying myself in my palms. That's when 'Ariana Grande' happened.

"The highlight of the show indeed. You made them loosen up a little. They were so uptight and..." He said with a small laugh.

"So boring! You don't hate me for embarrassing you last night, right?" I probed cautiously.

"It's just not in my nature to do all those that you did but, I really wanted to see it unfolding someday. I'm just sorry I used you as a scapegoat" Said Damon, dissapointed.

"To think that I was pretending all night to be someone I'm not. You could've saved a lot if you've told me sooner that it was okay to be myself" I said softly with a sigh.

"Love, the image and reputation that I don't want to be ruined is the one, you've of me. I'm scared shitless with just the thought of you... Trust me, if I make a mistake and it's your bottom line? I'll be the first to take a step back and leave" Promised Damon seriously.

"Damon? Why is it like this with us?" I asked walking myself to the bathroom door before I position myself to sit on the floor with my back on the door.

"Like what?" Whispered Damon, so close to me. So close to my soul.

"Like it's just you fighting for this relationship to work, compromising in every step of the way, go out of your way just to accommodate me and my needs, always tolerating me?" I asked him in a whisper curiously.

"Is that how I make it seem to you?" Damon asked bitterly after some time later.

"Pretty much. Are you guilt tripping me? Trap me in emotionally?" I asked with no emotions.

"Love, I'm your type" He said like my question hurt him somehow.

"Huh?" I uttered, puzzled.

"I'm not fighting alone to make this work. It might seem like it for the world but, if you don't allow me to do something then, I simply won't and when you do? I'm more than glad to oblige. It's just that you make it so easy to love you..."

"I understand" I said softly interrupting him because, I really did.

Damon might be determined and persistent but, if I never gave him a chance and told him to stop? He would've stopped. He really was my type.

"And don't you ever say the word tolerate! I don't think any kind of relationship should be 'tolerated'. It's not right. Are you tolerating me?" I heard the last words being emphasized.

"NO! God, no... I was just saying" That made me jump with fright.

"And Sybil, I never went out of my way to accommodate you. It was you who decided to move past your fears and shields just so, we can be together. So, thank you" He said with a grateful smile on his tone.

"So, compromising is still valid?" I asked after we stayed in silent for a while.

"As long as it still feels right" He said with a smile.

"I love you, Damon" I said, smiling back at the door.

"I love you, Anderson Sybil, the priceless male goddess" Replied Damon who maybe, was also seated on the ground.

"Go get that money, champ!" I said cheerfully.

"See you at lunch time?" Inquired Damon.

"Hopefully" I said back to my business on the sink.

"Sybil!" Called Damon warningly.

"Alright, big man. I'll see you at lunch time, happy now?" I said with a laugh.

"Very. I'll have Ceci change your breakfast for you. It's already cold anyway" He said stepping away from the door.

"Tell her I'll eat once I'm done in here" I yelled at him.

"Okay, bye, Love" I heard his goodbye before I returned to my mirror and laugh with my toothbrush in my mouth and all.

Damon, was my type.

I had a type!.