Possessive Hubby

Invitation

Damon pov
Beautifully, she walked out of the hospital in her turquoise dress with beige heels. Her waist was a perfect fit in that and my palms got itchy. Damn.
A smile stretched on her light pink lips when i stepped out and helped her into the backseat. I kissed her knuckles.

"How was work?" She asked. "A little stressing. Lets not talk about it. How was your day?" I threw back the question.
"I went through a couple of cases and one caught my eye. A tissue damage in someone's head." Bernerd stopped in a small deli with a garden area with tables for two. "Thanks Bernerd. Soon as we are done, i'll call you."
"Will do sir."

Taking her hand, we both strolled to one of the tables and sat down. It was pretty windy and the sky was pale white. "Why does Bernerd call you sir? I thought he was older than you." She asked.
A decent looking waitress stopped by with a notepad. "Your order sir?"
"I would like to have Mac n Cheese and cola and Seira?" I looked at her confused with the menu. "And she would like a mexican chicken sandwich with mango and orange juice." I ordered. "Anything else?" I shook my head.

"I thought i was going to order." She leaned forward. "Oh. I...should i call her back?" I looked out and was about to call her back when Seira's hand stopped me.
"I trust you." I gave her a small smile. "You do?"
"Yep." I smiled. "You were asking about Bernerd?"
"Yeah, he seems older than you but he calls you sir. Why?" I never thought about that before. I shrugged. "Maybe he is used to saying it."

"You called me a control freak. May i ask why?" I held her hand and she didnt seem to know. "Many reasons. One of them is the time when you sexually opressed me to change my clothing." Still she blushed.
Grinning, my thumb stroked her soft knuckles. "I only want to keep you safe from other peoples' evil eyes." Lifting her hand, i kissed her knuckles.
"Can i ask another question?" She asked.
"As many." Leaning forward and with steadiness, i listened.

"How...old were you when..."
"Be free. Just ask."
"When did Michael do that you exactly?
I took a long breath then the waitress dropped by our lunch and went.
"Eat first. I'll tell you."
She lifted her sandwich and tore a little piece and put it in her mouth.

"I was ten." She paused. "Look, if you are going to stop eating because of my 'dreadful' past, i wont say anything."
She stared at me. Putting me under her scrutiny. "What?"
Leaning in, she held my hand and stroked my knuckles. "So...did he make those...marks?" Sighing, i just nodded. "Why?"
I was taken aback. Why?
"Well some people like...doing this. You see, between pleasure and pain is a fine line." Frowning, she bit into her sandwich and suddenly, i was just watching her. Her nose scrunched up whenever she took a bite, eyes closed when she drank her juice. Then my eyes darted to her wet lips. Oh my God. Damon stop ogling!

My palm got itchy. Watching her eat was a little comforting. She talked about usual things she liked doing, how it normally was in the hospital. "Damon?!" She was shaking my hand trying to grab my attention. "Huh?"
"Are you listening?"
"Yeah."
"And why are you not eating?"
I looked at my plate. Untouched. "Yeah. I was going to. Sorry." I took a forkful of my cold Mac n Cheese and stuffed it into mouth. It was chewy.
"Is it not nice?" Seira asked.
"Of course. Just that its...chewy."
"Maybe the macaroni must be half cooked."
"Oh."
"We can order something else. Or you can take my sandwich."
I smiled.
"You eat. I'll eat something else later."
"No, take." She pushed her plate towards me.
Then an idea popped in.
"I'll have your juice." Winking, i took her glass and took a sip. Shaking her head, she grabbed the remaining half of the sandwich and began eating.

Should i tell her?
That it was the first time ever where i have taken a woman out with me?
Or really a first where i have eaten out?
Michael never let me out on my own, even his wife. If i ever asked for permission, i would be given a choice, either go for the party or give Aaron to them before and after the party. With the fear of them ever hurting Aaron, i never went out or invited anyone in. It was a total prison for me. Where i was bound by the chains of lust, fed by monsters, treated as slave, rewarded miserly.

Seira pov
This was a very surprising surprise after all. I had never heard of Damon ever being like this. But in every move of his, i saw him being extra careful. As if though he didnt trust himself probably thinking that i would leave him alone and go away.
Which i would never.

He dropped me off by the hospital, kissed my forehead and waited until i went in.

Sarah was waiting with a clipboard and a huge grin on her face.
"What?"
"He loves you so much."
I blushed.
"I know."
I was walking past her when she pulled me back, pointing to the parking lot
Damon still stood watching me. It looked as if he was thinking about something intently.

When he noticed that i was watching, he showed me a weak smile and sat in the back then the car left.
I stood there also in deep thought of what he must be thinking of.
"Seira!" Sarah shook with all might.
"Huh?" I asked still lost.
"We, two have some work. Shall we move on? Or you are going to be a statue again?"
Shaking my head, we walked in to my office, and discussed the operation plans.

Just then, my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Seira!" It was Dayana.
"Hey! How are you?"
"Im absolutely fine. Okay, listen to me. Dad has thrown a party for the historic win of the Serpents. You and Damon, are coming."
"Umm...i have to ask-"
"No asking. You two are coming. Better hurry and get your asses in time this evening."
"As you wish, Princess Dayana."
She giggled. After a short chat, Dayana took off and left me thinking about what should i wear.