(Damien's POV)
[Monday, 11 A.M]
I walked into the kitchen, wearing my nightrobes, having heard Emma speaking on the phone.
I was drowsily rubbing my eyes as I saw her standing next to the table, wearing her office attire and her glasses. She had a serious look on her face as she had the cellphone on her ear, seemingly waiting for a response on the other side of the line.
"And what did I tell you about Stark Industries and their board?" She said with a frown, "Samuel, did I not leave the business dealings to you? Why must I have to go in to the office on a Monday just because you can't handle simple transactions? What do I pay you for?!"
I stopped in front of the fridge as she chewed out her Chief Operating Officer, who dealt with everything regarding her company. I opened the fridge, grabbing a carton of orange juice from it and was about to pour myself a cup when I heard her clearing her throat.
"Hm?" I said as I looked at her
She was pointing at the carton, shaking her head as she was silent, hearing what Samuel was telling her.
I looked at the orange juice, "What?"
"Samuel, tell Tony to shut the fuck up and come to this damn meeting, okay?." Emma said before putting her hand on the phone, to block her voice, "That has lots of pulp on it."
"Huh?" I said, "Y-Yea...?"
"You don't like it with that much pulp." She said with a serious tone before going back to the phone, "I don't care if Tony is at the Baxter Building, doing who knows what with Reed Richards, tell him that I am already ready and on my way. If I don't see his smug face across from the table, I will go to his tower and rip his damn liver out!!"
She hung up the phone and slammed it on the table, letting out a frustrated sigh. I really don't care much for corporate warfare, so whatever is going on, it must be rough on my love. She doesn't bother to tell me about this, getting all stressed out, because she wins in the end.
"Rough, huh?" I said as I began to pour the orange juice in a glass
"Tell me about it." Emma said, "Tony wants to buy out half the stocks companies in the area. I am not going to let him do that, that idiot. And what did I just say?"
"Hm?" I said as I took a sip of the juice before scrunching my nose and setting it back down, "Oh shit. You mean it was the nasty one."
I looked at the carton, seeing that it said "High Pulp. I liked it with "Some Pulp".
"I did say it had too much pulp." She said with a scowl
I looked at her, "Why is there an orange juice with High Pulp, anyways???" I said, "Where's my OJ?"
She walked up to me, grabbed the cup, and poured the juice down the drain. She then grabbed the carton and opened the fridge, placing it back inside.
"This is Illyana's juice, remember? We keep a carton of orange juice as a morning refreshment for her after we fuck her senselessly." She said as she looked at me, "And you finished all of your juice and forgot to restock on it, silly fool."
I frowned, "Well....."
"I have to run to the office." She said, "I have a meeting with Stark Industries."
"Mhm." I said as I looked at her, "I do hope nobody flirts with you."
"This is my most tame office outfit." She said, crossing my arms, "It should be fine."
"Beautiful, you make anything you wear look sexy as fuck." I said with a smirk, "That's what I love about you."
"Hm." She said, running her finger along my jawline, "Is that so? Perhaps you get to rip this off me later today, lover."
"I will be back."
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[Tuesday, 3pm]
"I'm back, my love." I said as I entered the apartment, closing the door behind me, "Man, who knew that Antartica would be that cold at this time of the year."
I was taking off my coat as I walked over to the living room, seeing that Emma was wearing casual clothes while sitting down. She had the TV on, watching some drama that was on.
"Oh? You took less time than I thought you would." She said, "Why did Dr. Banner want you to go to the South Pole so quickly? I told him not to bother you last second."
"Ah, some Adamantium ended up somewhere in a glacier." I said, "Someone tossed it there and he asked me to go and retrieve it. But it's okay, I owed him one."
"Hm....." She said, patting the spot next to her, "Sit, lover."
I walked over to her and sat down, wrapping my arm around her waist and kissing her cheek, "Always down for some cuddling." I said, snuggling up to her, "What are you watching?"
"This new drama." She said, "I funded the pilot a few months back and told them to surprise me. They have surprised me, indeed. It is on the fourth episode, it is quite good."
"I see." I said, "Would I like it?"
"It's not like your medieval fantasy dramas, with knights and dragons." She said with a chuckle, "But you'd appreciate the writing."
"My shows are cool." I frowned
"Sure, sure." She chuckled, leaning in and kissing my cheek, "You're adorable, sometimes, love. Your love for such entertainment is amusing."
I kept frowning, "But you said you liked that show."
"I never said I didn't." She said, "Don't be offended, Damien."
I sighed, "Fine, whatever you say." I said, "It's whatever....."
She kissed my neck, "Perhaps after this, we could go to the bedroom and have our fun, hm?" She said, "Let you do it in my asshole tonight."
I raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yes, but the show is getting good." She said as she looked at the TV, "Let's enjoy it, shall we?"
"Fine." I said as we began to cuddle, "But you promised, hm?"
"I'm going to pound your ass after."