Regret making us going public

"You're this tired already?" Asked Damon pecking me on my lips after I got out of the shower with a yawn before leading me to sit on the bed with him.

That was our first stop after we ate. I was really exhausted!. What a sorry day for anniversaries.

"I don't know about you Damon but, I had an awfully long day!" I replied with a groan emphasizing just how much of a fucked up that day was on my part.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Probed Damon taking the fluffy towel from me and started to drying my body for me.

I so love it when he makes me feel all taken cared of. Like, I have nothing to think about nor do when he's around. Like, I can dump all my worries and fears on him and he'll still remain strong for the both of us.

"I want us to move into your house immediately after we return to the country" I informed him hoping that it'll change the subject.

"I..." Stuttered Damon, he was stunned.

"No need to stress yourself. I knew about the house even before you set foot in my country for good..." I told him with a shrug before I remembered something.

" Will that be enough for my wedding anniversary gift to you?" I asked turning to face him.

"...If you're doing this because of me, please don't " He said after he cupped on my face, bringing his face closer to mine. He was... afraid?.

"Relax, sugar daddy... My apartment though cute and everything but, it's not safe and too far from our workplace plus, there IS a swimming pool at our new house, right?" I asked him with a serious tone.

"I never knew that you were a swimmer " Teased Damon with a chuckle before pecking on my lips and going to get clean clothes for me.

"You couldn't even tell by how flexible I am in bed?" I asked him with a roll of my eyes halting him in his steps.

"Who's flexible? You?" Asked Damon, surprised before doubling in laughter.

"Of course, me! What do you mean by that question anyway? How many have you taken to your bed to know the difference from me and the 'supposed' pro?" I asked with my hands folded on my chest.

"Only you, that's waking up on my bed, though " He said returning to the bed with a cute, short black night dress with blue flowers, complemented with little white's here and there and a white thong.

"That many?" I asked with a gasp after realizing he was avoiding my question, feeling betrayed somehow.

"Love listen..." He sat down before he started to dress me gently.

"What?" I asked with gritted teeth.

"I was young and stupid " Explained Damon, eyeing me hesitantly before slipping the thong past my thighs and raised my butt to make it go all the way.

And trust when I say, his touch is like electricity passing through my body. His touch on my crotch was a pleasant tease.

"Were they so 'flexible' then?" I asked him sarcastically but, one could catch on my slightly breathless state.

Don't get it twisted. I WAS hurt due to my pride being wounded beyond repair. Couldn't he have just chose to lie to me?.

"I mean, they knew what to do and how to do it. They aren't so stiff..." Started Damon but not before sighing in defeat though, he had to trail off afterwards.

"Now, I'm stiff? Find yourself some other bed to sleep on for the night" I interrupted, fuming.

"You said that I should always be honest with you" Justified Damon full of grievances like an abused child.

"Well, I lied! I hate you!" I told him before diving under the blanket.

"Sybil..." Called out Damon, he sounded hurt enough. Serves him right!.

"Was Regan that good?" I asked bitterly after I layed my head down facing the wall.

"Regan again?" Asked Damon helplessly with a sigh.

"I need to know!" I deadpanned.

"The truth?" Asked Damon hesitantly.

"The truth" I confirmed

"...Yes, he was more sharp, light and responsive than you" Said Damon indifferently.

"Gaahd ...!" I uttered, completely shuttered.

"But, he wasn't you, Love. Nobody can replace you in my heart, nobody!" Explained Damon afterwards all panicky after hearing my painful comment.

"Damon...!" I whimpered in pain before my eyes broke with tears.

"Sybil!" Exclaimed Damon running to take me in his embrace on the bed, under the blanket... And like the fool I was, I melted in his embrace.

"I really hate you sometimes... How can you say I'm special when you remember your Ex's winning points over your own wife? That's being stupid and inconsiderate!" I lamented sadly , making him increase his hold on me.

"I'm sorry... I should have read the room, Love " Apologized Damon in a whisper.

"Damon, am I that bad in your eyes? I mean, I know that I'm selfish most of the time but..." I trailed off, organizing my thoughts.

"I love YOU, Sybil... Sex with you is not an art, sex with you is a need of my soul. You don't need to master anything, I'm addicted as it is with you... Any better and I'd be dead for sure.... I'm so sorry for hurting you with my words so, please stop crying..." Pleaded Damon, kissing my hair, ear, neck and shoulder again and again.

"You... you... made me feel... so..." I continued with sobs and hiccups.

"I'm sorry... Do you know when, I started to doubt that Regan wasn't you?" Said Damon as an after thought, making me postpone my crying session curiously.

"When?" I asked with my nasal tone.

"The morning after our wedding..." Replied Damon proudly.

"That soon?" I exclaimed, surprised. Then why wait three whole years to get to me?, I wanted to ask him that but, I chose not to.

"Yes, and do you know what tipped me?" Inquired Damon mysteriously.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Because he didn't have your fire when dealing with me, I didn't feel my heart fluttering whenever I kissed him nor have I ever seen him mesmerizing in women's clothes like you do right now..." Said Damon sensually, breathing me in.

And I had to admit, Damon knew how to play with my emotions quite well. One minute I was crying, the next one I'm feeling so special and touched near tears.

"Is this your new way of sucking up to me?" I asked dryly relaxing more in his warmth.

"Please, tell me it's working" He said tiredly making me giggle like a school girl.

"I should be an idiot for falling for that" I said with a bashful smile before closing my eyes and wait for sleep to take me.

"Love? I need to tell you something"

"What?"

"We may have a party coming up and we are the hosts" Said Damon holding his breath.

"Say what? When?" I asked all flustered, sleep once again gone from my system.

"It's just a formal party anyway. It should be hosted after I settled everything here. I'll be meeting with a lot of your country's businessmen, finding new connections, new ideas..." Explained Damon patiently.

"You seriously want me to be there? With you? As your significant other?" I had to make sure.

"I'm not pressuring you but, it would make sense since everybody knows that I'm married already and I did the transfer because of my wife... What's the harm in me introducing you?" Questioned Damon innocently.

"Have you considered all the negative outcomes that may arise from this? Are you really prepared to risk it all?" I asked him for assurance.

"What's there to take under consideration? Would you be opposing this hard if you actually believed in us just a little? We are not doing anything wrong for loving each other..." Started Damon convincingly before going to a more levelled tone.

"Would you be this opposing if you were... don't take this the wrong way, If you were a real girl?" Finished off Damon waiting for my reaction.

"I'm the prejudice one here? Is that what you wanted to say?"

"The fear is in your head, Love. I love you but, you've got to live your truth before it's too late" Advised Damon, reminding me of the promise I gave to myself back when I was in the brink of death.

Second chances are meant to correct where you went wrong with the first and as for me? I needed to be true to myself.

"You want me to be all alone and pitifully in my own party?" Asked Damon acting all sad and drooped when I didn't react even after some time passed.

"Damon... I hope you won't regret making us go public" I said at last before closing the side lights and making myself comfortable in his embrace.

"Is that a yes?" Asked Damon biting on my ear earning a gasp from me.

"Stop that you, idiot. I'm all sore from earlier... Goodnight!" I said after slapping his devious hands from creeping into my night dress under the blanket.

"But, I really want to do it now" Whined Damon, aggrieved.

"You can always use a cold shower. it's always in style" I retorted sassily.

"Sybil, come on!" Pleaded Damon making me laugh aloud when his hands came in contact with the sides of my stomach, tickling me.

"Stop...! Oh, God... just stop, How about I give it to you tomorrow? I'm beat for the day " I told him, gasping for air.

"I know... And I'm the reason why anyway. I should take responsibility!" Said Damon hugging me from behind before he started to sing me what could be a lullaby in his language.