Why is it so hard with him?

I fell in love with his patience, his understanding, his indulgence, his craziness, his stamina, his naked vulnerabilities, raw emotions... He was just everything I needed and more.

Again. It could just be my drunken state memories or maybe after so many days spent abused,I started to edit everything that happened on my wedding day in my head along the way, just so I could escape from my painful reality because that day was all so unrealistically perfect.

The only thing that gave me hope in my marriage with Trevor. I always believed he was capable of treating me the way I wished to be treated.

Mr Dark, Mr Emule, My ring less of a husband, Perfect first night...

"Hope you had the best night, love" I heard a deep groggy voice beside me before his lips were on my forehead. It was a tradition with him and I wasn't complaining.

The best thing about dreams in my state was the fact that I could see in there only to wake up dissapointed with the darkness before me.

Ooh, I never said that we were sleeping together? Well, since day one in the mansion we were sleeping on the same bed for the reasons of recreating intimacies and trust between us.

"Morning" Damon greeted cheerfully. I couldn't reply with the same enthusiasm. I was a long way to being the me of three years before.

"Hey, can you please keep your hands to yourself?" I suggested turning on the other side. I hated his touch, his closeness, he kind of remind me of my life with Trevor and that was a nightmare in itself and I was glad to be awake from it.

"Ooh, okay" Said Damon unwounding his hands from my body just as fast.

"So..., the doctor is coming for your eyes check up today. What do you wish to wear?" He asked after some rustles here and there on the bed. Maybe he was stretching.

"I can even walk naked, I'm not a chooser" I said with an 'I really don't care' shrug before I heard his low toned curse.

"You wouldn't dare!" He threatened and I just scoffed at his exaggerated reaction. He's way more controlling for my comfort but, damn if it wasn't fun riling him up like that.

I too didn't know why but getting a raise out of him had become my highlight of the day. Very entertaining.

"Try me!" I retorted casually.

"It's so early in the morning why are deliberately making me upset?" He asked seriously after some time of his exhaling and inhaling exercises.

"All you have to do is leave me the hell alone" I reminded him in a playful tone.

"I really can't do that! You'd sign those divorce papers if I let you go and I don't want that!" Explained Damon in emphasis and I just nodded feigning to be considering what he said.

"Whatever" I said later on with a shrug, pulling the blanket over my head.

"Listen, I made a mistake before..., I prioritized myself before you and I'm sorry. I gave you to some drunken ass abusive piece of shit and I'm living with the guilt now and forever more... Can't we even return to a time before everything happened?" He pleaded and he better thank his stars that my eyes were covered by some itchy gauze or else I'd be rolling my eyes at him by that comment.

"No! We can't do that, your highness because, everything that you're suggesting for me to forget are my horrifying bleeding wounds! You don't get to kidnap me from my threatened relatives and still think I'll bow down to you and worship the ground you're walking upon. Life doesn't go like that!" I told him with my face turned to where he was.

I'm sure I looked stupid with my sharp tongue, righteous face and unfocused direction.

"Well, I guess we have so many days together in this secluded mansion" He declared in a spiteful way.

"Yay, Feels like my dream came true after all" I celebrated sarcastically.

"What dream?" Asked Damon angrily.

"You know, the usual..., Love lies type of dream, the sleeping with the enemy kind..." I explained vaguely after I heard that dare beneath his angry voice.

I may like pushing his limits but, I still wasn't crazy enough to wish to see what'd happen if I get to go one step too far with him. I learned my lesson.

"God! Why is it so hard with him?" Mumbled Damon with a sigh before I felt his hands carrying me to the bathroom.

"Do you need to use the toilet?" Asked Damon who was few feets away from me after he sat me down on some cushioned stool or bench, I didn't know for a fact nor did I want to ask.

He washed me good before he dried me, looking for a loose outfit for me before I felt some quality cotton plover in my hands.

No matter how many times I drive him nuts, he never forgets just how much I hated help from other people. I wasn't helpless!.

"Where will you have your breakfast? Here or downstairs?"

"What is it that you do?" I asked curiously but, I wasn't expecting that long stretched surface making me squirm on the bedroom sofa.

Before I knew what was going on, I heard his foot steps and then his hand came to grab the back of my neck before he tilted my face so we would be in a perfect angle for a kiss.

And without wasting time I felt his soft, hot lips on mine. Tasting me, thanking me, imploring me and whatever his emotions led him to do on my lips.

"This is the first time since you've come here that you showed any interest in my affairs!" He told me excitedly before pecking on my lips again and again.

"Are you trying to tell me that if I ever wish to stay in peace, I should never ask a question about you?" I teased and he kissed on my cheek lightly.

"I'm just happy that we're making progress, love" He commented caressing my bubble cheeks.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you" I said dryly and he laughed.

"Let's first get your tummy filled first" He suggested before he put me on my wheelchair gently.

"You're dodging my question" I observed and he tensed.

"Sometimes, the less you know the better. Ignorance is a bliss " He suggested softly.

"Are you some kind of Mafia lord?" I teased with a snort before I gasped when there was a long heavy silence and I felt him tense.

"You ARE a gangster!" I accused in my most pitchy voice.