When We Were Young (Camet Fanfiction)

part 17.

"I think we should start looking for a new apartment." Can said. He has brought up this topic a lot recently.
They were both making enough money to make an investment, and Can wanted them to move to a new place they can call their own.

Demet was less enthusiastic about his idea, because she had just purchased her fancy loft two years prior, and anyway it was as if they lived there together. Can was there all the time. Day and night. She just didn't see a point in making such a big financial decision.
"Maybe we should wait a little bit. I mean, I just got my apartment...and I thought you loved being here." She said.
"Demet, wait for what? Don't you want us to start building a future together? Where is this coming from?" He sounded really offended.
"I just don't think we should look for an apartment before we're married." She said as he looked at her in disbelief.
"So that's your issue? Getting married? You don't trust my intentions, ah?" He was getting angrier by the moment.
Being an only child, Can was so used to getting everything he wanted. He didn't even need to ask, because everything was laid on a silver platter for him to grab. It has often caused friction between him and Demet because she was the exact opposite... Demet grew up with siblings close in age, and she always had to fight for her rights, always had to push and shove to make her voice heard.

"Why do you have to get all worked up and upset whenever we're disagreeing, my love?" She tried calming him down while gently stroking his beard. She honestly thought it would help.
But her response made him even angrier. He pushed her hand away from his face and turned his back on her. He couldn't even think straight. How could she not trust my intentions? How could she not see all my sacrifices? He thought.
His aggressive reaction to her really angered her to her core. She was tired of him being so stubborn and mad whenever he wasn't getting what he wanted.
"You're acting like a baby!" She yelled at him, making him turn around and face her.
"You don't have to fucking stay with me then. No one is forcing you to be with me Demet!" He yellled back without even thinking about the words that came out of his mouth.
She was now furious with him. "Maybe I should. Thank you for putting ideas in my mind." She replied.
"You are so ungrateful Demet. Everything I do is never enough for you! I spent every spare moment I have with you, neglecting my family, ignoring my friends, neglecting my law office, just to fucking be with you and you don't even care!!" He shouted and forcefully pushed her coffee table, making a glass vase fly across the room and explode on the floor. The floor was filled with shattered pieces of glass and the white roses he just got for her the day before.
She placed her hands on her head refusing to believe what he just did.
"What are you doing?! Are you insane? Have you seriously lost your mind??" She shouted at him.
"I want you to leave right now! Just go!" She was fuming.
"That's what you wanted to begin with, right?" He looked at her and said, pushing his hair back and shaking his head.
She stepped closer to him, her tiny body facing his huge chest, and said "I just hate you right now."
They were so close she could feel his heated body... they were so close he could feel her furious fast breaths against his...

He grabbed her face and kissed her aggressively.
"You're going to drive me to insanity." He said.
She kissed him back and said "I hate you!"
It turned him on even more... he pushed her over her long oak dining room table, just enough to make their dinner plates and utensils fly all over the floor in loud noise. She kept mumbling "I hate you... I hate you..." as he climbed over her and kissed her teary eyes shut.
They were so angry with each other, so frustrated that they just had to release those tense emotions somehow. The more she told him she hates him, the more savage he became. She was triggering his inner beast, and she knew it very well. It was one of their most exciting sexual experiences... By the time she had her third consecutive orgasm she was screaming "I love you!"

He kissed her lips and whispered "don't you ever tell me you hate me again."