Loving Him

You have Obligations

Chapter Two -

-Megan's Point of View-

"What do you want, Jay?" I glare at him but say this in the calmest way possible. I could push out that ridiculously large balcony and I'd care more for the next episode of The Originals.

He walks over to me, achingly slow. We haven't got all the time in the world you know? I need to meet up with Sophia so hurry your balls.

"Wear something decent." Now I kind of want to wear lingerie and stockings just to piss him off. Walking around town in five inch heels doesn't appeal to me though.

"Why?"

"We're having lunch with my father."

"But I have plans." This creature. I swear to god I'll ha-.

"Well then cancel them." Well at least his jaw is clenching. Proves he wants to smash my head against the ridiculously expensive glass table.

"You can't just tell me that last minute. I actually have a life, believe it or not, even when you basically have me trapped here." He takes a deep, deep breath. Yeah that's right, get pissed.

"I don't care. Dad requested you. Don't go for all I care but you'll be the one to explain to him that you couldn't go because you were out getting your nails done."

God if looks could kill.

"Fine." I just want my peace and serenity back! Go back to work.

When he leaves the room, I pick out a floral dress with a brown belt around the waist. I decided I was going to wear brown wedges along with it. I'm not really fond of heels, they really hurt my feet but for now I'll tolerate them.

The shower water relaxes me. If I had to like one thing in this house, it would be the shower. And the coffee machine. Don't forget the coffee machine.

When I'm done with the shower I brush my teeth and put my hair into a towel to dry. I grab my bathrobe and wrap it around me. I guess I like this mirror too. It's pretty.

I walk back into my room and guess who's standing right in front of the sliding doors. The spawn of Satan himself.

"Why do you keep coming back in here? Get out." He turns around and narrows his beautiful blue-grey eyes at me. No shut up Megan. He's got terrible eyes.

His feet take even achingly slower steps than before and before I know it he's right in front of me.

"If you've forgotten, this is my room as much as it is yours. More mine really, since I pay for everything here." He's closer than I can imagine and I'm backed up against the wall.

"Then I'll move to a different room. You don't have to be such a dick about it." This is why he's really, really mean and he makes me want to cry.

Instead of letting me go, he puts both hands beside me head. "Why? We're husband and wife, aren't we? We're supposed to share a room." He whispers the last part in my ear.

I can't say anything back. What could I possibly say to that?

"You have obligations as my wife, Megan." He says, nibbling on my ear while he's at it. I'll bloody bite your ear off.

He continues to kiss down my neck.

"Stop Jay." I manage to say, even though I doubt him to. He's really sexy and I'm married to him! Every girl gets excited when the man they're married to is hot!

But I don't like him. He's mean, just remember that Megan.

"No." He says with his hand around my waist now to keep me in place.

"Please stop." I force out of myself.

He stops and pushes himself off me. "Wear that outfit. I haven't seen it before."

Of course you haven't seen it before. You're never here when I wear it. I've had this dress since Valentine's Day. When you never showed up.

He leaves the room and I get dressed.

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"I'm driving." I tell Jay.

"No. We're using my car which I am driving." He replies as if he's talking to one of his workers.

Despite his rudeness, I get in the shotgun seat anyway.

I turn the radio up because I love this song. Who doesn't love Olly Murs?

I'm enjoying the soft tune of the song when it turns off. Just off out of nowhere! I look up and see the cause of my pain. He's really fucking annoying.

We get to this nice looking restaurant and get out of the car. And no, he doesn't open the door for me like a proper gentleman should.

Daniel Westbound. Jay's father, grins at us when we both enter.

"It's great to see you both." He greets us and gestures to give me a hug.

I don't mind Daniel. He's very polite and usually apologises for his sons lack of manners. Jay and I sit down and Daniel asks the question I hate.

"So how are you two doing?" I bite my tongue from saying how incredibly aggravating Jay is and how much I'd love to take that bread knife from the table across from us and shove it down his throat.

"We're fine, dad." He answers for me.

"Well that's good. It's coming toward your second year anniversary. Any plans?" Oh right. I hadn't thought about that. We've been married that long and hadn't murdered each other?

"No I guess we could have a little family get together." I reply and Daniel straightens his posture and I take a sip out of the iced tea he ordered for us.

"Oh I meant like starting a family. Any plans on giving me grandchildren?" I choke on my drink and Jay has the decency to actually pay my back. "Careful." He whispers in my ear.

"What? Come on Jay, I'm getting old! I need grand babies and you're my only son!" We both shift uncomfortably. At least we can agree on something. I don't want to have a family with this monster. My poor babies.

"Um Dad, it's really not the time to be thinking about starting a family." My suddenly hero of a husband says for us.

"Why not? Your mother and I were having a conversation and we both loved the idea of you and Megan having a baby." Maybe I like Daniel not so much.

"She wanted to go out with some friends and get a manicure or something." Are you fucking kidding me? Okay keep your cool Megan.

The rest of lunch goes by less awkward and by the time we arrive home, my feet are throbbing.

As I'm rubbing my feet, Jay walks over to me and kneels down. He takes my small feet in his hands and massages them for me.

"You don't have to do that." I say nicely. Well he's doing something nice for me, of course I will be nice back. No matter how much I wanted to kill him not more than twenty minutes ago.

"You can just shut up or say thank you." He says equally soft.

"Thank you, Jay." I say in my genuinely thankful voice.

"You're welcome, Megan." He replies in his genuine your welcome voice.