His Crazy Wife

Damon walked into the room to see Naomi sitting on the bed, staring at him.

She had those crazy looking eyes once again, but there is no way he was going to show how intimidated he was by those eyes!

He turns towards her, his hands in his pockets.

“Do you have something to say?”

“I don't know, do you think I have something to say?”

Damon arched a questioning eyebrow; why the hell would she reply to his question with another?

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“What makes you think I'm staring at you?” She asked, folding her arms.

Damon massaged his temple, clearly in exhaustion; he really didn't have the strength or the time for this.

“I really don't have time for this.” He muttered.

“Really? You don't? What do you have time for then? Ah, let me guess, making people sudden bosses so that you can fire them at will?!” She accused.

He chuckled in utter disbelief! What on earth is she talking about? He thought they were done and over with this conversation!

“I pretty much made myself clear back at the office. Why are you bringing up work at home?” He asked.

“That doesn't mean I don't get to be petty about it at home! Oh wait! I forgot! Business is business, and when we are home, we are just a married couple!” Naomi said, smiling.

Ddamin studies her briefly, is she bipolar or something? What on earth is this switch-up?

“Husband! I would like to tell you something very strange that my boss did at work today.” She started, clearing her throat.

Damon threw his head back, This is really his life now. This woman is his wife, and he's stuck with her. Is this really how he gets to live for the rest of his life?

This woman has to leave or he's going to lose his fucking mind!

“Can you believe that this man made me a team leader after firing my team leader? The question is, why was she fired anyway? Tita is very experienced for that position, it doesn't make sense.”

Of course it didn't! It made no sense why he was bothered about how she had fallen ill and how he asked to see the CCTV footage of that night, just to find out what happened to her exactly.

Yes, it made no sense at all!

“If you're so curious to ask, why don't you just ask your boss then?” Damon shot back.

Naomi shook her head. “ I can't. My boss is an obnoxious bastard. It's going to take a great deal of work to get him to talk.”

Damon glanced at her in shock. “You're calling me an obnoxious bastard.”

Naomi shook her head. “ I wouldn't do that! I'm referring to my boss at work! Come on, I can't just go to him and ask him questions like that! He is not going to give me an answer!”

“Let me guess, because he's an obnoxious bastard,” Damon said, and Naomi smiled, nodding her head.

“I'm so glad you are keeping up, husband! It's really nice to see that you're paying attention!”

Damon was lost for words! Is this woman being serious right now?

“You know, I genuinely think that he is intentionally setting me up for failure. Maybe he wants me to fail as a team leader so he can fire me! I'm not going to give him the luxury of that!”

“I guess you have to prove me wrong then.”

Naomi arched a questioning eyebrow. “Why would I prove you wrong? The only person I need to prove wrong is my boss at work.” She said, laying emphasis on his title back at the company.

Damon shook his head, he's had enough of this already. He heads towards the bathroom.

“Do you want to take a shower? Can I join you?”

“No!” He said, spinning around, stopping her just as she was about to get out of bed.

Naomi frowned. “Why not?”

“Why not?” He asked, shocked. “You can't take a shower with me, and the reasons are quite obvious.

“You're my husband after all. Why is it wrong that I take a shower with you?”

The problem wasn't the bloody shower! The problem was the fact that she would be there in that space without clothes, with him!

Hell, he was the last person whom he could even trust.

“I said no!” Damon walks into the shower and shuts the door behind him.

Naomi bangs on the door. “Why not? I'm not going to touch you or anything! I'll be in a corner! Uhm? This isn't the first time we've taken a shower together! Husband! Are you scared? Uh?”

Damon leaned on the door, his heart racing wildly in his chest. He couldn't believe that he was refusing the advances of this woman either!

He wanted her alright, but not like this! Taking a shower with her isn't a terrible thing either, he wasn't sure he could control himself if they did..

Minutes later, the banging stopped and Damon got to take his shower. Soon, he was back in the room to find Naomi already fast asleep.

He approaches her quietly, sitting on the chair next to the bed. Naomi looked so peaceful in sleep. Hell, if he had met her while she was asleep, he wouldn't have formed any opinions of her..

He exhaled and placed his palm on her forehead to check her temperature, but she seemed to be perfectly fine now.

She was burning up the night before, and he was worried sick. He couldn't go to bed either, as she was very restless.

Thankfully, she's better now. Seeing her storm into his office earlier, he was so grateful she was doing okay.

A straight round of hair falls across her face, and Damien positions it behind her ears gently

The feel of her skin under his fingertips was gentle and warm. His tensed muscles relaxed as he watched her, studying her face quietly.

She's beautiful. And annoying. But beautiful and surprisingly delicate.

“You're not afraid to confront me and call me an obnoxious bastard. Yet, you couldn't confront your team leader.” He muttered.

Naomi snuggled deeper into the duvet, still sleeping.

“I really want to know what goes through that annoying head of yours.”

Damon sighs and tucks her in better before taking his leave. He had something to attend to, and it had everything to do with Aunt Clara…