Simon POV.
“Your face still got the marks,” I say looking at her in the morning, I haven’t slept for long I couldn’t sleep, she’s my soft spot, I never had a soft spot. Maybe Lucas was, is, and forever would be my brother, but he’s not my soft spot it’s much different when it comes to her, I haven’t known her for long and still I’m attached, but why am I attached to her?
“It’ll heal,” Saint says getting out of bed, she didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that her face still held marks, along with the rest of her body.
“What about the rest of your body?” I ask her, knowing that the rest of her body also held marks.
“My body would heal,” Saint says going toward the bathroom to do her business, she didn’t ask about her clothes or getting dressed today.
I could be mean, I could ask for something in return, I could be mean, but instead of just annoying her, I decided to tease her and get one thing that I’m actually craving, I picked some clothes for her, all of them that would be enough to cover her body and bruises.
“My clothes?” she asks coming out of the bathroom.
“They are,” I say with a shrug.
“What’s your price?” she asks me, she knows that no clothes are coming without a price, nothing would come without a price now.
“A hug,” I say, I wanted to touch her, I wanted to hold her close and breathe her in, I’m going insane, but she’ll hate me touching her, she won’t enjoy it, that would be torture to her, that’s what I’m telling myself as an excuse to why I want to touch her right now.
“Okay,” she says with a small smile on her face, one that’s hardly there, but she had a smile on there.
She got close to me, I opened my arms and she melted into me, my hands went toward her back touching her softly she whined when my hands touched the marks on her back, they haven’t healed yet, and I didn’t want to hurt her, I was furious at the one who caused these injuries. My hands went lower, lower toward her butt, I touched her naked skin, still soft, I pinched her butt making her jump up.
“Hugs include butt grabs,” I assure her as I did back then.
“I know I haven’t been hugged much, but I know that it doesn’t include this,” Saint says.
“This is wife and husband hugs, they always include butt grabs,” I say with a shrug, after a couple of minutes although I didn’t want to, I did let her go, I stood to the side letting her go, she went to get her clothes the one I have set for her.
“I’m ready for the day,” Saint says, but I wasn’t ready yet, my head hurt, and I’m feeling sick, maybe it’s from the dinner or the alcohol I drank last night, or maybe it’s from the lack of sleep and all the extra exercises I’ve been doing.
“Let me get dressed,” I say walking toward the closet and getting some clothes for me now.
“You look tired,” Saint says.
“Not too tired to beat your ass,” I say defensively, but seeing her face fall and her looking hurt, I didn’t mean to, I have reacted before thinking.
“Then get in line boss,” Saint answers me.
“Saint, I didn’t mean to,” I say but it was too late she left the room, and she left me behind, I felt very offended by that move, she’ll pay for it. I finished getting ready and walked down the stairs to find her in the kitchen with Lucas and AJ, my friend is one who’d forgive way too quickly, but I’m not like him.
“Saint, make me a coffee,” I say giving her an order, she turned to me with a raised brow, but then she turned to make me the coffee.
I’m not sure if what I did was a punishment to me or her, I love my coffee black as my soul, and seeing her mess around the kitchen and finding a cup didn’t look very hopeful for me.
“Don’t add any sugar,” I say seeing her about to add some sugar.
“Fine, cream?” she asks and I shook my head no, she took her sweet time pouring the coffee before she brought it over.
“Did you spit in it?” I ask her raising a brow, she had a smile on her face, one that didn’t look too calming.
“No, but I can do that now,” Saint says standing tall now, she challenged me, and I loved it.
“Do it and I’ll throw you into a cage for the next month,” I say a winner smile on my face as I took a sip from the coffee. There has been spitting, but she wasn’t the one to spit in my coffee, I’m the one who spat out the coffee from my mouth, when did she add salt to my mug?
“When?” I ask her, she had a smile on her face, she looked very happy right now.
“You weren’t looking, it could be poison next time,” Saint says with a shrug.
“Saint, are you threatening me? Do you think you’re the one in charge here? Do you think you’re the boss now?” I ask her getting closer to her, she took a step back, although I’m joking, I wasn’t actually threatening her but the fear in her eyes was real.
“Are you afraid?” I ask and she simply nods.
“Don’t show it, hide your fear, others can’t see you scared,” I say coaching her, she just nods but the fear was still visible on her face.
“Try harder Saint, haven’t you played poker before?” I ask her and she shakes her head no.
“Lucas, is poker a sin?” I ask out loud.
“Definitely,” Lucas answers me with a laugh.
“And are we saints?” I ask him.
“Heck no, we’re sinners, baby,” Lucas says, Saint look didn’t change, she still didn’t look too happy about what was going on.
“Look, we’re not going anywhere not with your face looking like this and my bad headache,” I say and an eye roll, I can’t really take her anywhere like this, people would think I’m abusing her, that would make both of us look bad, I would lose their respect and she won’t establish any kind of dominance between the lords.
“Then I’m going back to bed,” Saint says.
“No, you’re not going anywhere, we’re gonna have a poker game,” I say with a smile on my face, she’s going to learn how to hide all emotions from her face.
“Gambling is a sin,” Saint says.
“We’ll play over cookies,” Lucas says.
“My kind of green,” AJ the jerk adds, I turned to him with a glare, he knows I don’t like him, although I wanted Saint back, he could be thrown out of my house anytime now.
“I’ll get the table ready, get another coffee boss, come on AJ, let’s move before your ass gets handed to you,” Lucas says dragging AJ away.
“Even if I’m threatening you, even if I am going to kill you, don’t show fear,” I tell my wife, my hand caressing her face.