Station 53

Shameless

WARNING: I just turned the mature rating on for this story since it's a lot more mature than I was expecting it to originally be. I'm not sure if that means you can no longer access it if you're underage or if it simply gives you a warning. If you're underage or uncomfortable with these types of scenes, please proceed with care. If you don't want to read it, you can skip this chapter and you wouldn't miss much 

This chapter has NOT been edited.

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I awkwardly sat at the dinner table feeling moody and extremely turned on. The twins kept giving me knowing looks as they kept looking from my neck to each other and giggling. 

When Daniel had told me to get ready to go to his parents' house, I thought he was joking. But alas, my bloody husband was being serious. So in a daze, I put on whatever I could find without bothering to check what I looked like in the mirror. Had I used my brain at that time, I would have known that Daniel had left some pretty nasty hickeys on my neck. When I had first noticed the looks, I had simply shrugged it off and said it was a rash, but as time passed, it only darkened and it was more than obvious that those light purple marks were more than just "rashes". Fortunately everyone but the twins ignored it. 

To make matters all the more frustrating for me, my sweet husband decided to torture me further.

"Do you mind if we stay over tonight?" he suddenly asked his mother. 

"Why would we do that?" I sweetly asked as I turned to my husband with my lips pressed together. 

"I'm feeling too tired to drive home," he pouted at me before turning back to his mother. 

"Of course," his mother beamed. "You don't even have to ask. You may have moved out but this is still your home." 

To describe in words how I was feeling right at that instance was impossible. Saying I wanted to throw my sweet husband off a bridge was an understatement. I was pissed and I was still turned on and that combo was not a good one. 

It didn't take long for Mrs. Sage to prepare a room for us. It wasn't like she had to do anything anyway. Daniel's room was still there and untouched. 

"Tell me if you need anything else," she smiled at me. My eyes automatically narrowed as I watched her leave. She was being creepily nice to me that night and I really didn't know what to make of it. Was this all a set-up for something greater? Was she planning to murder me in my sleep or something? It wasn't like she couldn't considering we were sleeping in her house that night. 

I shook my head and watched her leave and once she was completely out of sight, I closed the door and turned to Daniel. 

"What are you doing?" I glared as I watched him go through his old clothes to find something to change in to.

"What do you mean?" 

"You're joking right? As if you haven't tortured me enough for the night, now you go ahead and do this?" I dramatically flailed my arms around. 

Feigning innocence, Daniel shrugged with a pout and handed me a shirt. If only I could use it to strangle  him.

"If you don't like it, you can ask one of my sisters for something to change into. They have plenty of clothes and I'm sure they're willing to share."

I clenched my mouth together before raising an eyebrow and stripping out of my clothes. I don't know where the sudden bout of confidence came from, but I slowly stripped right there in front of him. Daniel didn't say anything as he emotionlessly watched me strip. Not going to lie, I did feel my confidence falter for a second but I made sure he didn't know it. With a smirk on my face, I dressed into his shirt, maintaining eye contact the whole time.