Chapter 22 - Hulk

Selena's POV:

I am so lost right now. I think I’m living the worst nightmare of my life. How much I avoided landing in such situations, and here I am. It does complicate your life. If I were Jesse, for example, or Marta, they would have been the happiest in the world to be near Eric and everything on that. But for me now, it damages my life.

He did pay for everything. He did ease my mind on not losing the house and be chased into some rented house or apartment. I’m not insane not to analyze the good parts, too. But the cost for me is huge. I don’t know how many of you could understand this, but for me, my body is priceless. I repeat. For me. I can’t give myself up.

To have this barter, fucking a guy for material benefits, is not in my dictionary and in no further editions of it. I’m already at an age when I’m conservatory with myself, with my views, ethics, morals and so on. I just want to be left alone and have no duty to anyone.

I know it’s impossible to not do anything but just to have my chest eased so that I can feel breathing for real.

Eric’s parents shocked me at first. Then I experienced a suit of emotions during the confession of his dad, making me realize that indeed was like I had my own parents in front of me. The same reactions my parents had when I experienced all those traumas. They’ve both entered in my soul and I consider knowing them since forever. It’s a soul and heart connection made that doesn’t reason logic, it’s something you just come to feel.

His mom, I recognized her after some time as being the nice lady from the coffee shop. I felt so sorry for snapping like that on her back then. But when you deprive yourself from sleep and overwork your mind and body, you somehow become aggressive, irritated and such, without realizing or wanting.

Eric’s dad resembles him like they are twins. Both inside out. Just that his father is the older version of him and has more patience and self-control. Indeed, you develop those in time. I could see how much his parents love each other.

I don’t know. I’m in a difficult situation. I’m sure I’m not best fit for Eric and him for me. We have different wants and personalities. Maybe at personalities we do resemble at some degree. Both stubborn, both want to dominate.

The predominant theme between us is angel and demon. I’m more of a soul person loving, he is more of a carnal person loving. I do understand him. I know he is a man and has needs. But not when it comes to sacrificing myself for him. I don’t find that as being fair. Why should I delete my person to install himself in me? For what? For money? Have I asked him to do that for me? No.

I’m breathing with heaviness, waiting for Justin to come with what I asked, in the living room, having my arms crossed.

“Selena?” Justin says making me turn around.

“Where is my stuff, Justin?” He’s not having them in his hands.

“Please, can we talk for a second. It’s important. Please. At least have trust in me and speak with me.” He’s worked up. I feel sorry for him being punched because of me. He has marks from Eric’s punch. Satan.

“Justin. Calm down. I trust you. Not completely, but you have more trust from me than Eric has. You have five minutes. Speak. And then bring my stuff. My foot already hurts for not having shoes or sleepers.” For that punch he deserves five minutes of my time.

“Alright. There is a big problem regarding Eric right now and…” I interrupt him.

“Not sleeping with him, Justin.” I move my head from left to right in a ‘no’.

“I know that. I know you. I’m referring to something else. We need your help on that as you are legally his wife now. Can you listen to me all the way and then give me your answer? Please.” He gets me curious. It doesn’t ruin anything to listen to it and see afterwards.

“Speak.” I wait.

“He’s Mafia leader.” He pauses to see my reaction.

“Continue.”

Already figured that out.

Who’s above Don has to be the leader over all.

“There are competitions every year for the leadership position. We had it seven months ago. But when the leader marries, he needs to participate again, meaning a new competition takes place. It’s an exceptional one.” He scans me to see if I freak out or something. I know Don, his ways and what he does. I’m not scared or surprised. But for marriage and exceptional? What does that have to do with me?

“What’s my position in all of that as his wife? Why a new competition after he marries? We have just married, yesterday. Don’t understand it. Explain.” I have a bossy attitude. I still don’t feel good and want some air and time alone.

“They all have to see he has a loving, submitted wife. If not, it’s considered a weakness and he will be stripped of the position. It doesn’t matter how fitted he is with it, if his own wife is not submitted to him. It’s a one week of competitions where all heads of the families come with their wives and children and important elders. You are needed in all this to be at his side and show you are loving him and his forte. Like his mom was and is for his father.”

The shit complicates even more. See? What did I say? They want to fuck you and show the world that you are fucked and under them.

“Justin?” I fire him with my eyes.

“Yes, madam.” He is submissive.

“That means I need to have intimacy with my husband or just give the appearances of it?” I’m considering his parents and the help I received. I don’t want to see them hurt. I don’t give a fuck on Eric.

“It was best first option and have second, too.” I burn him with my eyes at this point. “But appearances are fine at this moment, if you can pull that off. They need to see that you’re his, love him, there for him, to see that you both are one. If he touches you in public, you should not have negative reactions or call him names. They will test you guys.” He has pleading eyes and I see he’s not joking.

“For one week?” I raise one eyebrow at him.

“Starting tomorrow.” He has a cut breath.

“How important is this for you guys?”

Fuck! I’m giving in for this. Fuck!

“Extremely. Honestly.” He’s contracted in anticipation for my reaction and decision.

I move him aside with my left hand and go for the stairs up again.

What is this making of me? Complications after complications. I can’t have a pause and rest. Either Satan is horny on me, or he has problems to deal with. I can’t breathe. I can’t have a moment of peace. Story of my fucking life. So far it was dad making troubles and me hopping in to help. Now, my fucking husband that I don’t even love, like or accept. Great! Just great!

When I reach upstairs, he’s yelling at his mom.

“Satan! Don’t you fucking yell at your mom! Have respect! Will you?!” I make him move his eyes at me, surprised I’ve come back on my own.

Not for you, demon! For your folks! I can’t stand you!

“Pack your fucking bags, Satan! And if you don’t fucking win all that competition shit, I’ll fucking strangle you with my bare hands! Move! Now!” I scream at him while going back into his room to wash up and change my attire, slamming the door closed behind me.

Fucking shit on my responsibility sense! I hate myself having such qualities in given situations.

He storms inside when I’m taking my jacket off. “What did you say?” His voice is both angry and surprised.

“Bags. Pack. Now. Win. Competitions. No touching me! Only if it’s strictly necessary in public!” I turn my burning glare at him. “You don’t get to fuck me! You get to have me at your side and solve your damn problems! That’s fucking IT! Got that?! Satan?!”

He just stands there looking at me, stormy eyes, heavy breathing, but with a crack of a devilish smile.

Oh! Go fuck yourself!

I take some new clothes and go in the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it, to shower and change.

What am I getting myself into? I have to be lovingly with him and get touchy? Jesus Christ! I’m fucked!

I strip off my clothes, one by one, and get into the shower puffing and speaking under my lips. I turn on the shower. When the water touches my body, I get shivers all over.

Fuck! Don’t! Not again! My legs are like noodles.

“He stresses me this much! It’s only his fucking fault! You fucking bastard! Satan! Demon! Fucker!”

While I have the range of swearing, I hear the bathroom’s door forced open, me under the shower with the shower’s door closed. I turn my head into the direction of the door. I hear it closing it back and a massive silhouette coming towards me. I’m naked, with water all over me, no towel, no nothing. I’m like my mother gave birth to me.

“No, you didn’t! Get the fuck out! Demon! Fucking Demon!”

Jesus! What am I going to do now?!

“Are you fucking Hulk?! Demolition man?! OUT!”

He just stands there.

He opens the door of the shower and I start screaming, trying to get the door shut again. I am trying but Hulk is stronger than me.

“I’m fucking naked! Get out! Are you crazy?! I’ll smash the glass of the shower’s walls and cut you with it, if you don’t fucking let go!”

I would do it! My anger backs up such actions before thinking of cutting myself, too.