Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

38. Poisonous Affair

The knock on your doors reminds you of the night you dreaded the most - Fisk's gala. Finishing your eveningmakeup, you open them, still in your sweats, hair all over the place. Wesley stands there in his finest suit, and a large box in his hands.

"May I come in?" He asks cautiously, looking rather stressed, so different from his usual composed self. You step to the side without words, shooting lightnings with your eyes, and he takes that as a yes, allowing himself in. "I hope you didn't buy a dress, because I brought it for you." He puts the box on the couch, and with an ease, opens it, standing by awkwardly.

"Fisk bought it?" You mock, crossing your arms in the middle of the room.

"No, I did. I thought it would go nicely with your eyes." He knows you saw him on the TV, that look was enough to slice him open like an envelope.

"Under different circumstances, I would've told how thoughtful it was." You retort, finally stepping close to the box. It was indeed a beautiful dress, the one you could see put in the windows of expensive clothing shops. Right now, it only created disgust.

"What would you say now?" He pushes his glasses up, intently waiting for your reaction.

"That I want to choke you with it."

He smiles slightly, although it came automatically when he received threats. You take the dress out of the box and go to your room, purposely leaving the doors a little open. Wesley sits down, crossing his legs, and tries to see at least a glimpse of your figure in the doorway, while inside, you face a great struggle - the zipper on the back of the dress. Sweatpants kicked on the carpet, you tried to pull the zipper, but again, unsuccessfully. Wesley gets impatient, "you need any help?"

You wish to remain silent, but sigh loudly. "Yes."

A smirk appears on Wesley's face, he took that dress on purpose, so you would ask for his help, so he could get close to you again. He enters your bedroom, and finds you standing there hopelessly, with your almost bare back turned on him. Wesley steps closer without words, and you inhale when his cold hands touch your skin. He takes a notice of how your back got painted with goosebumps. He takes the zipper, one hand resting on your shoulder, and begins pulling it up, agonisingly slow. You feel him leaning closer to you, his breath hits the back of your neck, and for a moment you believe that he smelled your hair. Finally, he pulls the zipper up, but doesn't walk away, his hand slips on your waist, leaving your shoulder, while the other one falls on your back. He places a kiss on your shoulder, before muttering, "I'm sorry it turned out like this."

You close your eyes, shaking your head, "James..."

"Please, don't-" He doesn't get to finish, when you free yourself from his arms.

"Let's just get this over. I don't desire speaking with you." You say with a pained expression on your face, putting your heels on. Yes, it was painful, to have your little bubble of joy that you have created with Matt, be destroyed by the cold fingers of the devil himself.

The car ride is silent again, Wesley is itching to say something, but he knows all too well when to stay quiet. The arrival to the ballroom is bitter, yet, you take Wesley's elbow, pretending to be his pair, just for the sake of fooling Fisk. You both step inside, and you see Fisk standing there with none other than Vanessa herself on the stage, talking into the microphone. That was something you didn't expect in a million years; for a woman this elegant, she could do so much better than this bald mass of evil.

"There are those that question why a man such as myself, a man who treasures his privacy, would willingly subject himself to the public eye." Fisk turns to look at Vanessa and smiles, "I question the man who wouldn't step forward when his city, his heart, is in such a time of need. With your help, we can ensure that everyone that was affected by the recent attacks, and all who call Hell's Kitchen their home, will see a brighter day. I thank you, and please enjoy your evening." Everyone starts applauding, Wesley including. You see how Fisk leans and kisses Vanessa on the lips, and suddenly you feel sick from all the lies and this horrible sight.