Chapter 6 : 'Jealousy Eating me. Is this how, I should be?'
She had fallen asleep eventually on the brown velvet chair, and the night had passed in a series of fractured dreams and stirrings until she woke with the dawn birds. But instead of the couch, she was now placed snuggled in bed, with her husband.
She remembered she had woken up in the middle of night and freaked out when she couldn't see Damon anywhere. Jeremy told her that he was out to handle an important business matter. Of course, she didn't believe him. She tried calling him but he didn't answer at all.
Elena waited and waited until she fell asleep.
He must have come back pretty late, she thought as she gazed at him. She didn't have the heart to wake him and ask him where he had been when he was sleeping so peacefully.
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Elena forced herself to shower and then go down by the kitchen to get herself a strong coffee. Her head was still reeling with Stefan's sudden love confession. She was scared that he was out to ruin her marriage. She would never allow him to come between her and her husband, even if she had to stop being friends with him. It was, of course, painful, he had been her best friend ever since they were babies, but he was not worth a hair of Damon's head.
She sat on her chair, looking at the beautiful garden outside through her window.
"Um, only coffee for yourself? What about your wifely duties to me?" She almost jump from Damon's sudden voice.
"Oh good, you're awake, now you can make another cup for me too," She replied, smirking as she finished her cup.
"Woman! Wifely duties."
"I don't believe in gender roles, husband, and neither does your grandfather," She chirped, "and you already know that, so unless you want me to ruin-,"
"Okay, okay, madam, don't need to threaten calling that grumpy old man to tell on me," he said as he went behind the kitchen counter.
"So, where were you last night?" Elena inquired, fearing that he might have went after Stefan.
"A business meeting."
"At one in the night?"
"They were foreign clients."
"Damon!"
"Okay, I am having an affair,"
"Ha, as if. You couldn't get a girl like me in 100 years, let alone another one," She replied smugly, unbothered.
Damon rolled his eyes. "I can, if I want,"
"Damon, I am literally your first girlfriend," Elena replied, annoyed. She was jealous type. Maybe this was ptsd of what Stefan put her through. Ugh, Stefan. Just thinking about his name brought unnecessary rage.
"That's because I wasn't looking for one," Damon pouted. "and you're my wife," he reminded her as he leaned over the counter to nip at her lips but she pulled back.
"Don't distract me, tell me where you were." She chided.
"I was with my other family,"
"Damon!" She threw a table cloth at him, which he successfully caught, laughing.
"Are you telling me or do I have to silent treat you until you do so," She threatened.
"Then I'll tickle you until you speak to me," he replied as he handed her the cup of coffee.
"I will not." She pouted.
"Aww. How are you so adorable!"
She sighed heavily, it seemed as if he was adamant on not sharing where he was. That could only mean one thing.
They walked toward the window silently, it was sort of a ritual now. He sat on the chair while she sat on the arm of the chair, her feet placed between his thighs.
"Did you go to see Stefan?" She asked finally, mustering all her courage.
He took a deep breath as if restraining boiling anger. It took a while for him to answer.
"Yes," he confessed.
"Why? Damon. I told you it doesn't matter." Elena seemed very bothered.
"Oh, but it does to me. He needs to back off." Damon was always very straight forward. It always took her breath away when he was this blunt.
"Damon, I love you, I don't care about whatever he thinks or whatever he does. It doesn't affect me."
"But what if it does later? And even if it doesn't, I will not have him follow 'MY WIFE' like a lost puppy, I don't care if he used to be my best friend, I would have done the same if it were some other guy,"
"It never will affect me. Damon, you're it, and you know that." She said, clearly
"And, what did you do?" She asked, now suddenly.
"I might have punched him and broke his nose," he replied, a bit hesitant as he spoke however his eyes gave away how utterly unashamed, he was.
"Damon. How could you?" She was absolutely furious. She hated when he acted on his anger. She hated when he got into any physical fights.
"Baby, I-,"
"Damon, what if he presses assault charges against you? You could've gotten hurt if he fought back,"
"Huh," he snorted, "He wishes,"
"That's not the point. This was unreasonable and unnecessary,"
"Unreasonable? He's chasing after my wife, trying to get her back, he's lucky I haven't beaten him to pulp-,"
"Damon," Elena shrieked.
"I will not tolerate him. I can't. I just can't. He should know you belong to me," He replied bluntly. The fire in his eyes scared her, he was a possessive man after all.
She cupped his face, trying to calm him down. "Damon, don't you trust me?"
He pursed his lips, suddenly vulnerable, "I do, baby, I promise I do. I just- I don't trust him. I've seen him have you wrapped around his pinky and I-,"
She stared into his eyes, a soft sad smile playing on her lips now, "How do I prove my loyalty to you? How do I show you that I am yours forever?"
He sighed a deep sigh, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Baby, I am, I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I trust you. I promise I do. I guess, I let him get to my head,"
Her loving eyes seemed never averted from his face as she reached up and kissed his forehead. He closed his eyes at the contact.
His hand went to her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. She let out a light chuckle. He placed his lips on her and kissed her in a kind of wild fervor.
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The bell rang continuously. She rushed to the door. The dinner was ready and she was waiting to surprise her husband. She was wearing a sheer negligee off the shoulder underneath her robe, hair styled in a sexy half updo.
She opened the door dramatically, fully expecting her husband, but to her surprise, it was Stefan.
"Stefan, what? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, oh, is this a bad time?" he asked, sheepishly as his eyes raked her from top to bottom.
"Uh, well, I was waiting for-,"
"Your husband," Stefan said bitterly.
Elena didn't reply.
"I wanted to apologize, Elena."
"Uh. I see."
"Wont you invite me inside?" Stefan asked.
"Well, actually," She wasn't properly dressed and there was no one home. She didn't think it would be appropriate. But she was always a people pleaser.
"I have prepared a surprise for Damon, and no one is home right now, I-,"
"Oh, I understand," Stefan replied immediately, not wanting her to go into details.
"Looks nice," he said as he looked over her shoulder and spotted a rose petals in the hallway.
"Yeah," she said awkwardly.
"It's funny, isn't it? This was supposed to be my life, and somehow Damon has it now." Stefan said more to himself then her.
"Uh."
"Your husband came by the other day to warn me off." He continued. "Left his mark,"
"I am very sorry about that," Elena replied awkwardly.
"No, you aren't, you've moved on, you don't care,"
"Stefan, why are we still talking about this?" She said, suddenly her tone cold. He hated that, he couldn't bear that. Elena never behaved like that with him.
"Do you really don't feel anything anymore for me?"
"Stefan,"
"Is it really over,"
"Stefan, you should go,"
"No." he almost shouted.
She tried to close the door on his face but he held the door stopping her before she could. He held her by her hand and pulled her to him.
"Stefan, please. Let me go," she whimpered.
"I can't, Elena. I am trying but I can't."
"Stefan, you're hurting me."
He held her face firmly in his hands and placed his lips on her.
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Hello people, long time!
How do you like DE relationship?
So a couple of things, Stefan isn't drunk or something, he is just jealous and stupid. And a reflective Damon's jealousy over Elena's past love for Stefan.
What do you think, will this result in problems between delena?
Do review.
And stay safe!