Possessive Hubby

Dreamy

NEXT MORNING...
Seira pov
"So what did he say?" Sarah asked.
"Nothing. It was as if he wasnt listening at all."
"What? I thought you were the pissed one."
"I thought that too."
"So what now?"
I shrugged. Maybe i deserve it.

I shouldnt have said that, Damon is my husband and he equally has the right to decide things, i shouldnt have burst on him like that. But do i do now?
Sarah left the cabin and my phone rang. I picked it up.
"Hey Paula." I sounded so fake.
"What happened?" Was her first thing to say. Did Damon tell her? No, he is not that kind of person that would complain.
"Pardon?"
"You sound dull than chirpy, something is wrong. What is it? You guys had a fight?"
"It was me who started it."
"Poor Damon." She joked.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes totally, actually i called to say that tonight we are all going to the ball."

Argh. That ball which was handled by Mrs Harris every year. I remember being bid out for ten thousand. So cheap.
"I dont think i can come, i mean...Damon."
"He is coming."
What!
"But he didnt tell me!"
"You never gave him the chance."
Oh no. He was pissed.
"Just get dressed, we'll meet there and make sure he is pacified."
"Thanks Paula."

Oh God.

Right after her call, i got a message.
Damon: Come home early.
Thats it? No way. I was getting neevous and scared.
Me: Ok :)
Maybe the smiley would do something.

Since after lunch i had nothing, i decided to call it a day and prepare for the damned ball. Damon was at work so it would be easy to think about something for him and i would be early. Duh. Taking my stuff, i called Bernerd.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Bernerd are you back from Georgia?"
"Not really, i am leaving around three in the afternoon. Is there a problem?"
"Ah no. There is no problem. Just curious."
"Yes ma'am." I cut the call.

Scared to call Damon, i called for a cab and went home. Once reaching home, i expected to find Jess but the curtains were drawn leaving the lounge dim. "Jess?"
My phone buzzed,
Go to the room.
Then i remembered the last time when he surprised me with the red wrap dress. But the difference was; i hadnt said anything hostile then.

Amyways, i put my bag on the sofa and strolled to the bedroom which had curtains drawn together with little light through, but i could clearly, with no doubt see the room that was completely off white in colour.
The headboard was changed and so was the bed. It was white like the one in the yacht we went on to. With the soft net dropping from the ceiling around the bed with black pillars.

"Like it?" I jerked hard on the voice.
It was Damon standing with a white dress shirt on with hands in the trousers' pockets. He was smiling. Was he still angry?
"Ye-yeah...its...beautiful."
My breath was caught as he moved close face to face.
"Are you still... angry?" I asked and he grinned.
"I never was." He pecked my forehead.
"Im sorry." I spoke promptly. "Dont...apologise. Dont. Its over." He added, took my hand and took me to the closet.

Inside, the front section was full of dresses and shoes. "What is all this?"
"Err...outfits for you to choose, mainly for many occasions and to which i suggest..."
"That i should keep all."
He nodded.
With hand in hand, i checked each outfit.

There was a red off shoulder, a dark blood orange jumpsuit. And many others.
"They're all pretty. And quite hard to choose from."
He stood cross armed. "I'll do the honours." He took a step forward checking all dresses. "I think...this."
It was a dark deep blue wrap dress that hugged the figure and had a flow from the waist, quite low neck. "I thought you didnt like revealing dresses?"

He eyed the spot. "Dont worry, i'll have it done. Go and wear it."
Taking it from him, i took the dress and shooed him to wait out in the room.
After a hot shower, i wore matching underwear (dark blue) and the dress, immediately covering my hair in towel.

Damon pov
I had it all planned, just hoping that she'll like it. Without worrying about the costs of course. Stingy. I mocked when the closet door opened and i froze on sight.
My choice was fit, the dress reached quite above the knee which was fairly acceptable, but the sleeves carved around her arms. The waist was a perfect fit too.

Her hair was wet.

In the next few moments, i had her back in the closet with a blow dryer in my hand. "Damon, i can do it. Really." She complained ecery minute.
"Seira?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up." Concentrating, i made sure that every strand was dry-- she could catch a cold.
I knelt behind her and with a hairbrush stroking the mahogany tresses that were silky, sliding through my fingers.

She helped curl her hair which took a while and i watched her do the make up which i complained the most about--she didnt need that.
"Damon?"
"Hmm?" I hummed lost.
"Shut up."
Giving her the eye, i watched her put the rest until she got stuck on the choice of lipstick.

She held shades of Mac red, harlot, maroon and reddish brown colours. She opened up one and drew a thin line on her wrist and did the same with the others.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"I dont know what colour to put on."
I brainstormed too, suddenly getting the idea. Google. Pretending to message someone, i searched for possible lip colours dark coloured clothings.

"I think this one, i mean...its nice." I said and she confirmed it my putting a dark layer on her bottom lip sending my stomach a flip.

She looked hot. Really.

Now it was time for the gift.
"Stand up." She eyed me and stood up.
"Close your eyes and turn around." She did so.
I opened the middle drawer and opened a long and wide jewellery blue velvet box revealing the fine necklace with real red blood diamonds and platinum outline.

Pushing her hair to one side, i put the piece over her neck and settled with a kiss under her ear.