Treat me like your Queen

"How do you do that?" I asked him with a scoff and he replied with his chuckle.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I exist?" He asked sounding genuinely curious which was absurd. It's him we were talking about, he should know!.

"You are just so not like them all" I told him in my most certain tone.

"You want me to be cold, less talking more action, no self indulgence in life just some block of ice with you?" He asked with his eye brow raised. Not really getting me. Make that two of us.

"Pretty much yes, with those mysterious eyes, that accent and that body of yours...Urgh! You could've been perfect" I said biting my lip in my own self restraining tactic.

He's just so out of the world. Was it because he was a foreigner with no prejudice on sexuality and other's way of living and their choices? Or was it his body that always make my holes blinking, calling to be abused mercilessly by him in any way he saw fits? Was it his personality or just his way of making me feel like a queen that, made me term him as Perfect?.

"Maybe you're looking at this from a different angle. I'm sure how I am with you is a shock to everyone that ever knew me before" He said in a whisper leaning in to me so he could rub his nose on mine lovingly.

"Even Regan?" I asked bitterly and he pulled his face backward so, he could look at me with his proud grin.

"Uh huh! So, you were jealous!" He said boldly with a beaming smile. What was his problem?.

"You're putting on a past tense like I've already moved on from that" I mumbled and he chuckled.

"Even Regan wasn't like this with me. You're irreplaceable to me, my wife. Always remember that" He said getting serious all of a sudden.

"Trust me, I never forget... But, I'm hungry already" I complained with a pout making him laugh before he held my chin up to look at his gentle gaze.

"Do people know how much of a foodie you are?" He teased lovingly and I pushed his hands away so I could dramatize my pose.

"And do they know how much effort I put on maintaining my body? It's called, work hard and play hard in my language" I said with my hands on the sides of my tummy, puffing out my chest, neck stretched, eyes threatening.

"What do you want for dinner?" He changed a subject and good for him I had some weaknesses too. And good food was one of them.

"Some meats, make sure they are pleasing to the eye" I said with my mouth feeling the seasonings that'd be in the meat in advance.

"Yes, love" He said pecking on my lips and running out of the bedroom leaving the spoiled me smiling like a fool on my bed.

Damon had everything I ever wanted from my boyfriends and maybe even more. But, the problem was that he was just too perfect for me and I didn't want that.

Dr Louisa once said that I use him as my safety net that's why I asked him for the ring so I could believe him to always be there and keep him as a reserve and as much I denied that, it was exactly what I was doing.

I wanted someone to lean on and he was there, someone who can prove to me that people can know all the secrets about me and not feel disgusted, someone who won't use fists on me on daily basis just because I look good with scars and my voice sounds good crying, just someone to care that I exist in any way.

"Mr Sybil!" I heard Damon call from the doorway his face a mask of worry.

"What's wrong with you, love?" He asked worriedly, walking in hesitant steps towards me.

"I'm fine, why?" I asked weakly.

"You're crying, love" He replied pointing to my face.

"I... am?" I asked before touching my face like some idiot.

"I really am crying! Why am I crying? Why can't I fucking stop? Why?" I sobbed making Damon move so fast that I didn't even knew he was walking till I saw his hands near my face. Wiping away my tears gently, saying his sweet nothings. God, I was a mess.

"...Okay, It's really okay, I'm here now" He said softly before he kissed the top of my head lovingly. Why didn't he push me away like everyone does to me whenever I cry in front of them? Why wasn't he acting like them? Why make it difficult for me to leave the safe net and explore? Why was he still with me?.

"I'm sorry" I said softly in my horse voice and he grunted as a reply.

We stayed like that for sometime before he pulled me off his body so we could look at each other.

"How about we go shopping?" He suggested and lit up at that. There's nothing a good money spending trip can't fix.

"It's on you!" I said cheerfully before running to the bathroom to prepare myself for the shopping spree. He was rich so, I was sure to shop till I die that night.

"What's with the outfit?" He asked in shock. I wore my best outfit. The most expensive pair I kept inside.

"We're going out aren't we?" I asked looking down at my clothes. I really looked great. Nothing was amiss.

"Whatever, Let's go before the nearest fresh ingredients shop closes" He said tugging me to him so we can go and I froze.

"The fuck! Weren't we going shopping?" I asked for some confirmation.

"Grocery shopping" He replied innocently upsetting

"God, I hate you!" I said turning to leave before I felt his hold on me, stopping from making another step.

"What's with you?"

"Take a walk there with me. Don't coop yourself like this, don't make me worried about you like this" He pleaded and I couldn't help but, soften a little.

"Just because you insisted" I said casually but, I was hiding my smile underneath.

"I insist" He assured and I smiled at that before I wanted to return to my room for a change.

"Don't" He stopped me again.

"I'm not going to sleep, I'm just gonna change my clothes"

"Don't. Let's go now before it's closed" He said before he dragged me out of the apartment.

"There's still supermarkets, you know" I said irritatedly and he just smiled.

"What?" I asked since he froze staring at me with a weird look on his face.

"You look beautiful in that" He complimented and like the narcissistic I was, I felt the world stopped for a second with the moon and the stars smiling down at me enviously. Damn,I was glowing.

"Thanks for noticing" I said casually with a shrug before I changed our positions to be me leading him to the fresh ingredients evening market.

"After you princess" He said amusedly.

"You're no prince, my dear" I said halting my steps before turning to him seriously.

"Ooh?" He said dispirited stroking on my ego a little.

"Treat me like your Queen!" I said locking my hands behind his neck with a carefree smile on my face, forgetting that I was in my country where homophobes came from.