**ROSEANA**
I watched Damon take care of my purchases. He puts them on the counter. I noticed the secret smile of the woman behind the counter.
Damon's face was serious. He denied the world his smile, which he only showed once. His lips are in a thin line, while his brows are knitted. It seems that he is still angry.
I watched him while I stood by his side. I know he can feel the stares I am giving him. Since earlier, he has not looked at me. I thought he would let me go as soon as we got away from the trouble earlier, but that didn't happen. I tried to remove his hand from my waist, but I didn't succeed. His hand is as hard as metal, clinging to my waist possessively yet gentle enough not to hurt me. I just let him do what he wanted to do. I know he is very angry.
Even though he was not touching my bare skin, I could still feel the warmth of his calloused hand holding my waist, slightly pinching it every time I looked at someone else and lost my attention on him. That's his way of getting my attention, but I don't seem to want it.
"I will pay," he quickly interrupted when he was about to give his card to the cashier. His hand hung in the air.
I took one thousand from my wallet and gave it to the cashier. I know he is watching me at this time. I just ignored it. When I handed the cashier the money, she hesitated to accept it.
She kept looking at me and the money I was giving her. looked at the woman standing behind the counter. She backed away slightly, apparently frightened by the sharp stare Damon was throwing at her. Even if he didn't say what he was saying, I knew that the way he was looking at the woman, it was as if he was ordering the woman not to take my money.
I sighed. If I stubbornly disagree with Damon's wishes, we will fight more knowingly. From what the cashier is showing now, it looks like she has no intention of accepting my money. Maybe she was afraid of Damon too.
I looked at Damon. "Damon, please," I said softly.
His eyes immediately flew to my side. His dark orbs beamed at me. I saw his serious look. We fought a staring contest for a few minutes as if it depended on who would give up on the loser. I lightly massaged his arms while looking at him. Damon's lips parted. His breath hitched as his Adam's apple rose and fell. He was the first to look away.
"Fine," Damon said angrily. He swiftly withdrew his card and let me pay for my purchases. The cashier and I both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the cashier accepted my money. She was happy because we finally decided who was going to pay, while I was relieved because Damon permitted me.
I no longer attempted to take my purchases from Damon's hand. Apart from the fact that he won't let me carry the heavy plastic bags, I'm sure it's heavy. I'm still sulking at him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to strain myself to lift those heavy things just to preserve my pride.
"Where are you going?" I stopped walking when I heard his voice. I was about to call for a recycling driver because I couldn't just walk from the grocery store to the apartment. The sun was gleaming.
"Call for a tricycle?" I said, not sure.
"Come back here, Roseana. I will give you a ride to your apartment.”
I followed his order. I went back to his side, but my eyebrows met while there was a surprise in my eyes. I looked at him with judgment. I guessed right. This guy is following me. He only saw me yesterday, but he immediately knew where I lived.
"How did you know where I live?" I can't stop myself from asking.
Is he following me? of course. Why am I even asking? I know his answer to my question. Unless he doesn't answer my question again.
He didn't answer my question. Instead, he dropped what he was holding in one hand to the floor, then took my hand and put it on his arm. He even adjusted my fingers to touch him. I just followed everything he did.
When I was about to remove it, he stopped me. "Hold on to me. People might think that you are single and can be flirted with. They should know that you are married," he said seriously.
My ears tingled because of what he said. First of all, no one interprets badly the looks other people give me; he is the only one who gives meaning to everything he sees, that is, if they are looking at me, which I do not believe. Second, I am not flirting with anyone.
In my annoyance, I turned my back on him. I did not follow his order. Why? Who is he for me to follow? Is he the president? No. I walked away from him first. I stopped when I realized that I didn't know where he parked his car.
I looked back at him. I caught him staring at my exposed thighs, his eyes barely taking their eyes off my thighs. It looks like I have to hide my skin, not because of the men who will see me but because of him himself. Desire is plastered on his face. He freely fantasized about my exposed skin. I guess he thought I wasn't looking at him. How can he notice that I'm looking at him if his attention is focused on my legs?
I raised my brows at him when he raised his eyes to me. "What? Are you going to stand in that place for the whole day?” I asked him, grumpy.
"Where is your car?"
He showed me where he parked his car. I walked in the direction of his car. He rang it and opened the door. Without looking back, I went inside. I slammed the door shut, which created a loud thud. Even the people standing next to his car were surprised because of what I did.
I thought Damon was going to be angry because of my grumpiness. I used to be obedient to him. I can hardly break dishes with my actions; they are as light as a feather. It's different from what I'm showing now. But the man didn't seem angry. He calmly put my purchases in the backseat.
He does not seem to mind, or maybe he is just controlling his anger because he knows that someone else is watching him. I'm not afraid of either of the two.
I sighed when the cold air from the air conditioner brushed my skin. I waited for Damon inside the car. When he was able to put my purchases in the backseat, he started the car. I saw how people would look back at his fancy car. The gossipers on the street almost broke their necks when his car passed. I'm sure that later after Damon leaves, I will be the topic of their conversation.
I didn't even bother to show him the direction of the apartment. I will only waste time and tire myself. I know that he knows where I live.
I folded my arms over my chest. My lips are protruding in annoyance while my eyes are busy glaring at him.
"Fuck! I feel like the father of a spoiled child!” he said in a low tone. His intention was not to let me hear it. He was supposed to say it to himself, but my ears heard it as well.
"What did you say?" I asked arrogantly.
He looked at me with concern. His eyes were dark, staring at my face. He also immediately returned his gaze to the front. Hello? He is driving.
“Hey, Damon, I didn't force you to help me. I didn't even force you to forgive my bad behavior!" I said disgustedly. "And what did you say? I'm a spoiled brat. Spoiled brat, my ass!”
I don't know where I get my courage from now. If only I had known that I could defend myself like this, I would have done it before.
His lips extended into a smile, then turned into a smirk. Confusion danced in his eyes. Comforting my behavior.
"I didn't know my baby could be this cute and adorable," he muttered. A smile played on his lips.
What did he just call me? Baby? Adorable?
"Adorable? What am I? A child?” my brows knitted in annoyance.
"And don't call me baby. I guess I'm not your child to call me baby, right?" I added.
"You are my baby, though," he said. My heart was pounding. If I could just take my heart out and throw it away, I would have done it. I will return it only when its pulse is calm.
"Of course, you are not my child; you are my wife," he said promptly.
My mouth hangs open. I wanted to speak, to protest the flowery words coming out of his mouth, but no voice came out of my mouth. I was completely caught off guard.
I kept looking at him, shocked at what he said. I didn't notice that he pulled over the car.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and then leaned over to my side. His hot breath is fanning my cheeks. I closed my eyes when he blew a breath into my face. When I opened my eyes again, my eyes almost met because he was so close to me. His face is angled in the position as if he is going to kiss me. His upper lip is almost brushing against my upper lip.
“Cute.” His lips completely touched mine when he spoke. He planted a soft kiss on my lips.
Damn! Damn, Damon! I will strangle you!