MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Emotions

Aziza’s heart caved in at his statement, making it hard for her to breathe. She stared at the man whose eyes were cold and aura dark and for a moment, did not see him as Damon who she had been with days ago. She smiled sadly, taking his word for it and believing that it was for the best. She had brought it upon herself, she should not have expected anything more and certainly should not even dream of getting anymore more.

Without giving him any more replies, she zoomed away. He was still very much safe after all, no one could go in or come out. He was going to work and she had to be the personal assistant again. Her major purpose in life was to always be by his side, but now that she thought about it, it was getting hard.

The moment she zoomed past the door of her apartment and crashed into her room, she took off her dress and ran to the bathroom. Then she realised that she had forgotten something, and ran back to the room, picked up her phone and dialled Russel. He picked up almost immediately but did not say a word. He was still so scared and confused over what happened the previous night and knew that there was more to it. She had almost hurt him, something she would never do. But maybe she was calling to apologise, however, knowing who she was, he doubted it.

“You need to remove the spell from the house,” she said, picking up her tooth brush and adding paste to it. His heart fell at the coldness in her voice and the hard tone she spoke to him with. He had wanted to retort, protest or even scold her as he always did for not even saying a good morning to him. But he changed his mind. Something told him not to anger her, so instead, he swallowed his pain and nodded his head like a little child who was being scolded by his mother. Aziza ended the call, washed her mouth and immediately started taking her shower. She still could not get over what Russel had done to her. And was unwilling to think about it or forgive him for it. That was exactly what she got for trusting him but no more with these strange emotions. She had to simply focus on Damon. He knew he was no longer human after all and it was just going to take a little more time for him to get his powers back and accept who he was.

She came out from the shower and turned to her mirror. A frown plastered her face when she found lotion, face cream, hair cream, cosmetics and perfumes of all kinds all over her dress table. One name rang a loud bell in her head and it made her groan loudly. She ignored those things and dried her hair first, covered her blonde wig, wore her lenses, then she turned back to the dress table. How could she use all this? And why would Sloan not mind her business? How did she even get into her room?

She turned to the door and checked the handle and lock to be sure that the crazy woman had not broken into her room. It was still fine and intact and it made her groan even more. If it was broken, then she might have a reason to end their stupid friendship, but it was not and the woman was shoving all sorts of things down her neck.

“Ivy…” a familiar voice came to the door with a loud bang. Speak of the devil and she comes like the dark clouds hovering above you and ready to claw out the heart that beats life into your chest. Then again, she was the only devil who could do that, so Sloan had to be a little demon. A pest that she had to crush.

“What?” she yelled back at the door, feeling her head ache suddenly in pain.

“Open the door, b***h,” Sloan snapped at her and banged harder at the door. She was so upset and the reason behind her annoyance was simply because Ivy had neglected her for days. No calls, no texts, no visits, nothing. And she had been coming to see her non-stop. She had called her and left a lot of voicemails yet she got nothing in return.

Her continuous banging would have served a normal ear with a lot of pain, Aziza and her super hearing ability simply couldn’t take it. She thought about how she would pluck her ear out from her head because the pain was overbearing and her headache was getting worse. Without having an option, she looked at herself in the mirror and was happy she had changed into her wig and lenses before anything else. But seeing the scar on her shoulder, she frowned and picked a robe. She turned to the door and with a wide swift, she opened the door.

Sloan was standing at the door, heaving heavily with a frown on her delegate face. Her mouth was in a thin line, her face hard and her brows drew together. She was angry yet very beautiful. Her lips and eyes looked even more sexy with the way she glared at Aziza. The blouse and skirt she was putting on simply made her look like a top model. Aziza looked up at her, hating that she wore such high heels and she had to strain her neck to take a look at her angry face. But almost immediately, Sloan’s anger disappeared and her face softened.

“Are you alright?” she asked, leaving behind her angry voice and speaking more out of concern and care. Aziza crossed her arm over her chest and furrowed her brows at the annoying woman, confused at her question.

“Yes.” she entered dryly.

“Are you sure? Do you need me to take you to the hospital, let's go to the hospital?” Sloan entered, more frantically but the soft tone she spoke with never left. Aziza flashed her glare and turned back to her room without paying her anymore attention. Being the person she was, she entered without waiting for an invitation and someone else followed. Aziza growled when she perceived Maddie and turned back to the two people who just walked in.

“Whoa….” Maddie took a frightening step back and raised her hand in the air. Ivy grimaced at her reaction and swallowed the angry words that were about to come out from her mouth.

“What is it?” she snapped instead,

“You need to see the doctor…” Maddie entered. The same thing Sloan had said earlier.

“What?” she exclaimed, not understanding what she was saying at all.

“I know right…come on, dress up,” Sloan turned to the wardrobe and opened it. Aziza glared at her as she walked over to her wardrobe. She might have gone crazy, they had both gone crazy and when did the three of them become friends even.

“Sloan…” she called out painfully. Her headache was becoming even worse now. But the moment Sloan opened her wardrobe, her eyes went wide. The woman, if she heard her, acted like she didn’t and went on to pick out a dress for her. Like it was her job, she found something she liked and came out with it and placed it on the bed.

Aziza’s lips twitched and her annoyance slowly disappeared leaving her with a warm feeling. This was the kind of feeling she wanted badly to pluck out of her heart, yet there she was again. She said nothing but simply stared at the woman. Sloan was making her feel things now. Getting her all sorts of cosmetics were no longer enough, now she had gotten her more clothes compared to what she had gotten before.

“Don’t ever come into my room again,” she said coldly even when her heart warmed up at her gesture. Sloan said nothing and turned to Maddie who gave her an ‘I told you so look’

“Don’t be like that, I went shopping and came looking for you and you were nowhere to be found again,” she pouted.

“I was busy,”

“With what?” Maddie entered.

“It's been days since I saw you. We were worried.” Sloan turned back to her, concern and anger mixing into one all over again. She had really wanted to spend some time with her new found friend.

“You were worried, “Maddie corrected and Sloan rolled her eyes. Aziza rolled her eyes at the both of them and wondered when they had both turned best friends.

“I was worried and I kept calling you. I left voice mails and texts, where the f**k is your phone?” Aziza’s lips twitched again and she turned to her bed. For the sake of not being caught, she made sure she had two cells, One for Ivy, one for Aziza. And together with the company’s tablet, she had kept the phone for Ivy under her pillow. She raised her pillow and showed the phone to the whinny woman who flashed her a glare.

“A cell phone is supposed to be carried with you wherever you go. What were you doing?” she didn’t stop complaining and nagging.

“My cousin was at the hospital,” she lied and frowned almost immediately. She didn’t have to explain herself to her, why was she explaining herself to Sloan.

Sloan’s angry face turned into a soft one and strangely, even Maddie, the baddie looked sad.

“What? What happened to her?”

“She needed to undergo surgery. She was in a very fatal accident,” Ivy continued with her lie and mentally slapped herself when she found that she was not stopping. Her thoughts travelled to Daciana who she had hurt and the sacrifice she had made for her. Her heart dropped and the pain was real just like a cousin had really been in an accident. Daciana had been in a worse situation, so truly she was in an accident.

“I’m so sorry…” Sloan started towards her and without prior notice wrapped her hand around the red hair. Ivy jammed her lips together to stop herself from wincing in pain. Her hold was tight and it affected her scars. The woman who held her smelt nice and her body was very soft and slim. Her hair product was tantalising and soft, it was intoxicating and warm. She hated the skin contact but the warmth of it slipped into her heart, then she thought of the past few days, she thought of Damon, Daciana and Russel, her heart melted and she eased up and wrapped her hand around the woman, needing that hug more than anything else. She wanted that warmth and comfort more than she realised.

“No wonder you look pale and sick,” Maddie entered the moment they both separated from each other.

“What?”

“You look sick and white,” Sloan explained. But Aziza’s eyes only widened out of ignorance. Sloan turned her around and made her turn to the mirror. The red hair had not noticed it before but now that she did, she gasped at the sight of her and touched her face. She looked white, she looked so white and dry, her skin was going to peel off any moment. Her eyes were dull and she had eye bags and her lips were pale and flaky. She panicked immediately, not understanding what was going on with her.

“We can take you to the hospital.” Maddie entered again, feeling rather sorry for her roommate. Ever since she had called the cops on her, she had felt like s**t for her betrayal. Then Sloan came along and they became friends because she was always looking for Ivy. She had never had friends, so when she had one and all because of Ivy, she found herself warming up to her.

“Yes, we should.” Sloan picked up the cloth she brought again.

Ivy knew hospital was no place to go. This was definitely not something the hospital could handle, so she just brushed it off and thought of Damon instead.

“The boss…” she turned to Sloan trying to look for an escape.

“A lot is going on in the office and they are looking for that red-haired witch. The cops might come after you if you go. Don’t worry, I will handle him,” she smiled warmly. She frowned for being called a witch and the fact that they were not going to let her off easily. She had to look for a reason to not go to the hospital. Those two were becoming a pain in the butt for her and being rude was not something she wanted.

“Great, here comes the stupid feelings again,” her thoughts whispered.

Just in the nick of time, her phone rang. Ivy’s phone and she turned to it. She froze when she saw the ID ‘boss’ on it and paled even more. He had scolded her badly earlier, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear more heart wrecking things.

Seeing that she wasn’t picking her call, Sloan took the phone and picked it up herself. She placed it on a loud speaker and turned to Ivy who still looked petrified.

“Ivy…” Damon’s voice came cold. The iciness from his voice ran straight to her heart, stabbing her harshly with the reality that he was back to being who he was and not caring about her.

“Ivy…” he yelled when no one gave him a reply.

“Yes sir…” she panicked and answered him.

“Where are you?” his question came again.

“My apartment, sir…” she answered.

“I’m coming to pick you up,”

“No, you don’t have to do that sir. I’m already here to pick her up,” Sloan entered.

“Who is this?” his voice hardened even more and she froze.

“Your VP sir…” she mumbled, realizing that she shouldn’t have even spoken that way.

“I will pick the both of you up,” he ordered.

“What happened, sir?” Sloan could not help but ask, feeling the urgency in his voice.

“She is in danger. Aziza had made a lot of enemies and f**k…she had to carry that face,” he roared angrily. His rage seemed to be growing by the minute and it was just waiting to explode from within him. And knowing that everything that was going wrong was all centred-on Aziza only made him flame up even more. But Ivy couldn’t suffer for it. The urge to protect her was terrifying and he was willing to do anything.

“Tell her to go nowhere from now on without me. She will be under my protection and name from now on.”