Chapter One Hundred and twelve

Nighttime came around and I found myself carrying Mico with me into Damien's room for moral support.

"What's that?" He asked me as I set down the pooch on his little bed near the couch close to to the sliding door leading to the terrace.

"His name is Mico." I said squatting down to picked him up.

"Why is he here?" Damien asked again, tilting his head to stare at the little fella.

"He's sleeping here tonight, just like me." I said, cradling the little guy who had his eyes trained on Damien.

"Hell no, he isn't!" He didn't even let me properly introduce them to each other.

"Why? It's part of our deal and if he's not sleeping here, neither am I." I firmly said.

"Ariana..."

"Why do you always find a way to get out of whatever we agree on? It's absolutely unfair!"

"All these wouldn't even be happening if you just agreed to take me back and give me an actual chance." He retorted.

"If I wasn't giving you a chance, I wouldn't be here!"

"Well it doesn't seem like much of a chance because you keep avoiding me like a fucking plague!" Now he was yelling.

" Stop yelling Damien and I am not avoiding you." That was a lie but he didn't have to know it.

"Then why do you keep running away? Why do you keep finding excuses to not be with me? Am I such a bad person?" He sounded more than angry.

"Damien it's only been two days here,"

"Three." He cut in.

"Whatever." I shook my head

"You aren't fit enough for these games you're playing..." I didn't know how to continue with my words.

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to lay next to my wife! And if that's such a crime, you're free to leave. Do whatever you want!"

I could tell he was already suffering a headache from how his eyes were involuntarily closing as his voice went high.

I placed Mico down and slowly went to his side.

I licked my lips, sure that I was about to regret whatever I was going to say next.

"I'll sleep here until you're cleared from the hospital and after that I'll go back to my room, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." He muttered without sparing me a glance, apparently he was really annoyed with me.

He grudgingly took his medication that I handed over to him and did not utter a word to me as he got into bed. I guess I had seriously offended him once again.

He slept off and I put off the lights in the room before sliding into my side of the bed.

I slept for a while and woke up in the middle of the night craving the warmth of his arms around me but there was nothing at all.

I rolled over to his side of the bed and eyed his features through the dim light that illuminated the room from outside.

I don't know what came over me but I stretched my hand out and touched him on the chest then slid my hand under the shirt to rub on his bare body. I heard him make some sleepy sounds but there was no sign of him coming awake. Good.

My fingers rolled around his upper area for a while before I leaned in to drop a kiss on his forehead, then his nose and both cheeks, and finally, his lips. I dropped a slight kiss on it and pulled back to stare at his face.

What was I doing? I didn't know but I was enjoying how his face morphed from one reaction to another in his sleep as I continued dropping kisses here and there on his body until I raised my eyes and saw that he was awake.

Next thing I knew, he had me pinned to the bed as he hovered over me with his lips devouring mine hungrily.

*Some mature content ahead!*

Our first kiss for the first time in a while was intense and passionate and we wouldn't stop until we had to breathe.

His hands roamed my body and his mouth found its way to the mounds on my chest, sucking on them through my light nightie. He squeezed on them and I moaned.

"Ahhh Damien!" I gasped out in pleasure.

He took the strap off the little dress and squeezed my right boob before placing his mouth on the nipple. My hands squeezed the sheets even as my eyes shut, enjoying how his tongue rolled over my nipples, subtly biting on them in expertise.

He did the same to the other and my neediness for what I didn't know, grew. My moans were steadily disturbing his ears and he went between kissing me to sucking on my breasts in rapid succession.

He squeezed and kissed for a little more time before covering it back up. I moaned in protest.

"We should stop before we end up going a lot farther." He explained in a husky voice, squeezed on my ass and dropped a lasting kiss before laying back down on his side of the bed.

I thought he was going to go back to sleep, leaving me all hot and bothered but then I bit back a smile when I felt him pull me close and cuddled me to sleep.

****

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah a little..."

"You'll be fine in no time."

"I hope so."

That was the conversation that ensued after I sat him down to dress his wound that morning.

I removed the bandages that were wrapped around his head, cleaned the wound and replaced them with another set of clean ones.

"All done..." I said as I finished up.

I took a step backwards expecting him to say something but his eyes were glued to somewhere or should I say, something.

"My eyes are up here mister." I said snapping my fingers in front of him.

He shook his head as if trying to regain his composure.

"I can't help it, you look especially sexy today." He said lowly as his eyes turned dark while his stare went back to my boobs. The spaghetti strap dress I had on showed a little more cleavage than usual and it was no wonder he was like this.

It all reminded me of the previous night. That was the first time I ever felt like that and me being bold enough to make the first move shocked me all the more. I fought back a blush as I bit the inside of my cheek.

His fingers soon made their way up and clung to the straps of my dress as well as my bra while he tried taking them off.

"Damien stop." I smacked his hands off.

"Why?" He went for them again.

"It's morning and I have stuff to do."

"This won't take long." He said, pulling me closer.

"Damien no inappropriate touches, you promised."

I know I sounded ridiculous.

"Well you made the first move last night." He pointed out.

Touché. I swallowed.

"That was my choice." I stated.

"So you get to put your hands on me whenever you want and I can't do the same with you?" His grey eyes narrowed and his nose flared in aggravation.

"You're my wife Ariana and whether you like or not, you're mine." He gritted.

"For now." I retorted. He retracted his hands and looked away from me with his jaw clenched.

"You can leave now." He said.

With my chin high, I adjusted the straps he had pushed and walked out of the room without looking back.

***

"It's time for your medicines." I announced my presence. He put his laptop aside and nodded while I walked over to him.

Without words being said by either of us, I handed him his drugs and he swallowed them in one gulp.

The shrill sound of his phone interrupted the odd silence that had enveloped the room. He went over to pick up the phone and smiled. Damien smiled at someone other than family?

"Hey Daisy." He said, holding the phone up. It was FaceTime.

Damien's FaceTiming someone other than me?

Daisy? Who's Daisy?

I was supposed to have left but curiosity got the better part of me and I walked around, pretending to be busy looking for something.

"Hello Mr. Kingston." I heard a sultry somewhat deep female voice speak up and my curiousity grew greatly.

"What's with the formalities? This isn't a work setting. Just call me Damien."

He walked outside and leaned against the railings on the staircase and they talked for a pretty long time. It was worrisome.

I tried eavesdropping but I could only hear his side of the conversation. I barely did in fact.

I couldn't hold it in so I confidently walked over to where he was to see for myself who he was talking to.

"Hello." I pushed my face in front of the phone so she could see her more clearly.

Daisy's a brunette with hazel eyes, she has full pink lips and a button nose and wears glasses. Just like me, she's a barefaced beauty and her looks are subtly intimidating. What really caught my attention was the dress she had on, I had the exact same one in my closet if I'm not mistaken.

"Hello." She said back, adjusting the glasses perched on her nose.

"Daisy this is Ariana." Damien pointed at me with his left thumb.

I frowned. Just Ariana? Did he forget about me being his wife?

"Ariana, meet Daisy." He said to me, sparing only a cursory glance.

"Nice seeing you Ariana." She had an arrogant aura as she spoke to me and I gave it back just the way she did to me.

"Same here." I assessed her slowly, one more time, before excusing them.

I was going to ask him who she was and he had better explained properly or so help him God.