MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Ivy's touch

“Are you mad?” Damon grabbed her hand and stared at her knuckles with annoyance, agitation and panic. Ivy froze at the way he stared at her hand with so much panic and worry in his eyes and did not even have enough time to answer his question when he suddenly drew out a first aid box from wherever he could do that from. There was really no need for that because her wound was already healing up and if he saw it, then all the panic and care would only turn to anger, one higher and more daunting than what she had just witnessed.

“I can do that,” she snatched her hand away from his in a matter of seconds and snatched the box with it.

“What are you doing?” Damon tried to hold her again but she simply gave him her back and was already using an alcohol-free wipe by herself to clean up the blood that stained her knuckles. Annoyed, he let her be, he never asked her to help him in the first place. Quickly, he relaxed on the chair again and stared into nothingness while Ivy covered the bruise she was supposed to have, meticulously. When she was done, she dropped the first aid right at the position she saw him draw it out from and turned to him.

His eyes were shut and his head raised. He looked to be asleep but the unstable beat of his heart told her otherwise. All this was her fault, and she hated herself for it.

“Are you done?” Damon asked, feeling her gaze on his skin, accompanied with the gaze of a certain woman he knew.

“Yes,” she whispered. He said nothing after that and kept his eyes shut in his bid to shut away Aziza and the thought of her away from his mind.

Ivy stared at him, concerned and worried. She had seen him taking the drugs that were pushing his memories and powers aside. Even after he found out the truth about himself and it got her worried. She wanted to ask him why he would do that to himself, but seeing how he was not over the hurt from earlier, not to mention that at that moment, she wasn’t Aziza, she shut her mouth and paid attention to his face instead.

She hated his hair for looking so dry and dull. But she liked that it was getting longer by the day. His long lashes rested on his eyes perfectly and they were so dark, no one could miss them. His eyes were hooded and straight, it was strange that whenever he opened them, people could actually see how cold and bloody it was when it was so hidden. Eye bags that had appeared on his eyes, to tell that he never actually slept. Long, straight nose and perfect pink lips with high and firm chin. He was so handsome, so divine, so godly, yet so demonic. His look could send anyone to hell and back, he was seductive and attractive and none could be compared to him, not even the gods themselves. How could she not love this man? How could she have not fallen for him when they were just children? What she thought to be mere feelings that could be thrown away turned out to be deeper and destined. Her mate. Yet, he was someone she could not touch, someone she could not sit so close to. Someone she could not have, for his sake, for her sake.

The pain her heart had been holding in returned and threatened to betray her by pushing tears down her eyes. But she was so good at holding things in, she did not dare. Slowly, her hand raised from her side and ever so slowly, rested on his hair. They were soft, smooth and the smell of cool breeze filled her nostrils. She drowned in that scent, resisting the urge to close her eyes. She allowed her hand to roam his hair in a particular pattern, while her body and heart eased at what she was doing. Warmth filled her skin, sparks exploded from her heart and her demons danced within her at such closeness. Her skin burned with a gentle feeling, travelling from her hand to her entire body. It was sensational, unlike anything that she had ever truly known. She carried on like this for a very long time, forgetting all her sorrows, all her sacrifices, all her pain, her life’s purpose and everything in between. In a moment, for some minutes, she actually let go of everything and truly relaxed, truly felt and allowed the love she buried within to soar and fly. She bathed in the scent of his hair, bathed in the scent of his body, drowned in the aura that clogged her senses, the feeling that burnt her and still felt so satisfying. For a brief moment, she allowed the sparks to travel, she allowed herself to win the war that she knew she had already lost. This war of love, the war to be with her destined one. She simply allowed herself to forget, allowed herself sleep, allowed herself love.

Time flew by quickly but she wished that she had such ability, the ability to stop time, so she would stop in this moment forever and never think of anything else. But she didn’t and she couldn’t, before you know it, her beautiful time was up. Kicked by reality, a loud noise pushed her out of her angelic place and a bang at the window made her jerk. She jumped sharply, her senses getting alert and her hand snapping away from his hair like she had been electrocuted.

However, before it fell to her side and she could take in her environment, a strong hand held her wrist. She whipped her eyes back to Damon, feeling the warmth that came from him. His head was tilted to the side and he gently opened his eyes. Charming, dreamy and intoxicating they were, her heart skipped and began to race inside her chest at the way he stared at her.

“Don’t stop,” his exact words came almost like a whisper. But her sharp ears picked it up and blossomed her heart. Yet, she didn’t act immediately. She only stared at him, unsure that she should continue with what she was doing.

“Just now, you did magic. I forgot about her, the headache went away and….” He trailed off.

“Don’t stop,” he repeated. Her heart ache and anguish consumed her. He was trying to forget about her, it hurt so bad to know that she had caused him this much pain and he was trying to forget about her. She smiled sadly, and placed her hand back on his head. At least, she was still the one making him forget. How stupid it sounded? She was helping him to forget about herself.

She should rejoice, that was what she wanted. No feelings attached. But no, she could not. It still hurts as badly as it did before. When all memories of her were wiped away from his mind and heart forever. She smiled sadly. He found out that he was not human, he found out that he had abilities, he found out that he lost memories of his childhood and the drugs were keeping those memories and abilities at bay. How would he feel when he finds out that he also lost other memories other than that of his childhood. Memories of a time only they shared, memories of them and they were gone for good. Stopping the drugs wouldn’t bring them back. She smiled sadly at no one and shut her eyes tightly to push back the regret she felt while her hand roamed his hair.

Damon didn’t understand how a touch from her could ease his turmoil. His heart, his pain, his bones and everything he had ever known. Just like he didn’t understand how Aziza’s words could affect him so much and drown him into a pit of despair like he had truly loved her before.

At least Ivy was here. She was like heaven, a place of peace and serenity, something he needed the most at that moment. He didn’t want to hold back, he didn’t want to pretend to be stronger, he rather have her close to him like that. With a smile on his lips, he adjusted himself and placed his head gently on her legs. Liking her scent and how easily he liked her or rather still what she was doing to him. Like a drug, like magic, it worked perfectly.

They were already in the company building and fortunately, guards had seen the broken window of Damon and made sure to cover it up with their body when they were pushing past the reporters that were at the entrance so no one saw what was happening inside the car. If they did, the chaos that was already eating everyone up would have only multiplied. The car rode straight to Damon’s personal garage and stopped there.The driver stepped out of the car and so did his guards line up in all directions while they waited for Damon to come out with the lady who looked so much like the devil they knew. But he didn’t step out.

For an hour, Damon remained in Ivy’s hold and enjoyed her touch till he fell asleep like a child. The guards found it strange that he was not coming out while others saw what was going on through the dented window. But no one said a thing and simply watched the scene while they hoped that he would wake up soon. Secretary Charles had been calling to know where he was and had been complaining but no one responded to him after they saw the state the boss was in.

Another hour passed and Damon still did not open his eyes for even a little bit. When the guards looked at each other and what was happening inside the car, they became confused and worried. Especially because his company was on fire and he needed to get up, but more because William Roxwell was beginning to call too. Seeing how intense things were getting. Gerald, the head guard walked up to the window, the dented one and lowered his head to its level to speak. But his eyes met blue mystic eyes that had a bit of darkness in them, glaring at him and daring him to dare make a sound. He froze and whatever he had to say, he swallowed, rose to his full height and walked back to the position he had been standing. Before, they had to deal with a supernatural being with blood lust and wickedness running in her veins, and now they had to deal with an overprotective secretary whose face was scary enough due to the many bloody trails her look alike had kept behind.

Yet, another hour passed, and Damon had not woken up from his sleep. Charles, his secretary and Sloan the VP who had been taking care of things while he was yet to show up were going nuts with handling the cops, the reporters, the shareholders and now his family. His family drew the line for them, they could handle Bishop, stall the shareholders, push the reporters away but his family. No one could handle them and no one wanted to try. With one last try, Charles tried reaching Gerald again. This time, the big man did not ignore him like he had been doing.

“What the f**k is wrong with you? Haven’t you heard of the mess we are in?” he snapped the moment the call went through the other line.

“Where is he? Why isn’t he here yet? I thought you said that he had already arrived and had gotten through the front gate?” he barked without waiting for the other to reply.

“He has indeed gotten through the front gate,” Gerald replied and turned his attention to the car.

“Are you playing with me? Did he set you up for this?”

“We are indeed here.” He responded nonetheless. Charles groaned and balled his hand into a fist while resisting the urge to smash his phone against a wall.

“Then where is he if he is here?” he yelled.

“The car, in the garage,” Gerald responded calmly, understanding Charles’ temper and frustration. He too was frustrated.

“What?” Charles calmed down a bit.

“Yes, we have been here for three hours now.” Gerald added. Charles ended the call instantly, tossed his phone aside, came out of his office and through the elevator he went. Sloan, who noticed him leaving, sighed heavily and thought he was simply running away and leaving everything for her to handle. It was getting exhausting and tiring but she did not dare run away.

Charles had thought Gerald must be making fun of him or joking but when he stepped into the garage and found his cars and guard all stationed around his Mercedes, he realised that he was not. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry but he stormed towards the car and no guard made an attempt to touch him.

Ivy saw him coming from afar and wind down her window before he made any noise while her other hand remained on Damon’s hair, massaging it ever so gently. Charles stopped abruptly when he saw those blue eyes glaring darkly at him, daring him to come close. Like a command, he found himself getting very scared till he remembered that she was the stupid PA he hated. He pushed the cold feeling away and walked towards the car till he stopped right at the door, then he lowered his head to look through it. The sight he saw left him flabbergasted and speechless. While they were all dying and going through hell and back, he was in the arms of a woman sleeping soundly like a kid.

“Tsk…” he was going to start with. But before he could speak, Ivy turned to him, her eyes were still so hard and dark and there was something dangerous oozing out of her.

“Shhhhh…” she gently placed her finger on her lips. He swallowed hard and shivered at the feeling that surrounded him and ate at his heart then obediently, he got to his height and simply stood there. Confused on what to do or how to go about it. She was like a mother hen, she protected her chick. A bird protecting its baby nest and like a lioness tending for her pup. She would tear anyone apart who dares come close.

Even in such a mere and simple thing like his sleep.