Dangerous Detoxification

I can barely keep myself awake, sitting on the round table, fidgetting like I've got ants crawling up my ass, trying to breathe in my three-piece suit.

The walls seem to be closing in on me and my vision is foggy. So that's why the first second the meeting is concluded, I'm the first to stand up and start shaking hands in respectful but quick farewells.

Dustin must have noticed my unusually pale complexion, bloodshot eyes and overall irritable demeanor because after the whole board dissembles and we all start to leave, he calls out to me as I am speeding my way to the elevator.

"You alright, Dean? You look like shit, brother, " he says honestly, but with a chuckle to soften the blow. My little brother is worried, which shows in his green eyes but I can't blame him.

I run my fingers through my damp black hair, wanting nothing more than to catch my jet and leave Nevada as soon as possible.

I need it now.

I need it badly.

I can't do it anymore. Can't stay away for another second.

At the start of the week, first, I started noticing the three days that I went without it; they were not easy but bearable enough to get through and I was able to act as if my whole body wasn't starting to disagree with me.

Then I started noticing the painfully-slow hours during the next two days as I went from meetings to other work-related get-togethers then to my empty hotel room, I could start to feel in my bones every painful minute and miserable second of my day without it, my body was truly starting to rebel against my time away.

Then this morning, on my last day of the week, I didn't have to wake up, because I never even went to sleep last night.

And now, I'm just waiting to tumble. I'm a dying man, looking and soon to be a walking corpse.

"Dustin, hey, man." I clear my throat, turning to face my little brother, honestly surprised that I am still able to stand on my own since I can actually feel my body shutting down as if I'll soon die on this business trip if I don't hurry to that plane and leave for New York immediately.

For a full year now, this is the longest I've gone away without it and it is as if my heart knows this, it beats furiously in protest, pumping my blood hot in frustrating.

My brother can never understand my unique ordeal, especially since I'm ultimately a stranger to him now, haven't interacted with him for nearly a year. So that's why I choose to lie to him as I answer, "Yeah, I'm good, Dustin. I'll see you later, alright." I tap on his shoulder lightly and turn on my heels. My steps hurried as I walk away, feeling as if I'm on the verge of collapsing.

On the flight, I go through this agonizing loop; falling asleep and waking up approximately thirty times. I dream about it, about having it, about taking it, about tasting it, only to wake up with a start and get attacked by a massive headache after realizing that I am still not in New York yet.

What will happen once I get there? Will I learn that I need to stay away for longer? Will my past be enough to destroy the best thing I ever had? Will I lose my mind if I'm pushed away again like the last time? But this time rejected for good?

That, I know the answer too; yes. Most definitely, I will lose my mind. Perhaps my life. Most definitely my life, as I can't live without it.

My outer and inner muscles ache as I quiver with the need, my craving eating at me from the inside, my body irritable and severely tense. I can't even manage to breathe properly. It hurts to breathe and it hurts worst whenever I masochistically decide to humor the possibility of never having it again, of losing it for good because of my stupid life and mistakes, because of who I am.

I lost my appetite two days ago, so my stomach growls unpleasantly at every turn. The cold meat platter the flight attendant placed in from of me just made things worst.

The hours pass by as if my own life is passing by.

When I'm not sleeping, the hallucinations start again; they're a mix between memories and fantasies, and they are both my heaven and hell and they make my cock hard as a rock, leaving me with no relief as it throbs constantly due to my vivid imagination.

For the whole week now, even after making progress with my company and adding a few hundred millions to my and my partners' pockets, the first good news I've heard is when my pilot announces that we've landed in Naples, New York.

The second best news is my driver telling me that I'm home.

Feeling disoriented and half-dead, I struggle to see in the dark night, as I fumble with the keys she gave me a year ago, inviting me to live with her in her crazy, weird life. My body is lifeless, my vision is hazy and my mouth is dry, my breath is heavy as I unlock the front door.

As soon as I enter the dim-lighted house, I can immediately feel myself breathing better and easier, like my body knows I'm home and welcomes the air in me, the life back in me; it has very little to do with the fact that I am now surrounded by an indoor garden, being greeted by literally dozens of fresh plants and sweet-scented, colorful flowers in the small, one-bedroom apartment.

Taking off my jacket, I go straight to the bedroom. My heart and body eager and desperate, and hot but in the best way. "Sunny, " I call quietly, my voice is weak but loud enough to wake up the parrot in the room and the bird starts echoing me, calling for my Sunny too.

I hear the first noise of her sleepy purr as I approach the bed and rips the cover off of her, flinging it aside. I groan in powerful delight at the sight of her revealed softness, feeling the blood pumping again through my whole body as I discover her naked curves and glowing skin, waiting there for me. My stiff cock begging to be inside her, aching to the point of agony.

"My soul, " she says, groggily, stirring and moaning softly as she awakens. Then she lifts up her arms to embrace me.

I fall into her, needing her touch like the oxygen it is for me. "Oh, Sunny, never again. Everywhere I go from now on, you're coming with me. I'm not going through that ever again, " I mumble, passionately, my voice husky with need as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her addicting scent. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to make me go."

She wraps her hand around me, kissing my hair. "Never again, " she says softly as I breathe in and out onto her neck, her skin pressed flushed against my own as the usual electricity between us starts to spark, charging me up, getting my body ready for her, getting hers ready for me.

"Never again will I let myself be deprived like this. I've missed you so much, my Sunny. Never again."

"Here." She opens her legs for me, spreading her sweet, wet cunt to my view, and in a moment, of which I find too long, I quickly unbuckle my belt and let my throbbing, hard cock spring up free.

I inhale and exhale deeply in relief as I look up and stroke myself up once, thanking the Gods above for helping me survive this ordeal and letting me come home to what I need to breathe.

"Never again, " I repeat, my raspy voice rough and hard around the words as I think back to the awful week I've just had to endure without her, but my heart is so thankful as I look down at my love, my life, my everything, and I settle in between her legs, positioning myself to her heavenly entrance.

With one move, I shove myself into her warm, tight sweetness, burying myself to the very brink, where I fucking belong. Getting my first fix in what has been an agonizing week that I'm swearing here and now to only experience again when I'm in Hell.

"Never go away like this for so long, my soul. Take me, I'm yours. With you, in you, forever, " she moans underneath me, wrapping her legs around me, sheathing me, enveloping me in my drug, in what I need, in what my body has been deprived of for days now.

"Oh, God, Sunny!" I grab her hair, making her arch her back and press her breasts against my hot, beating chest as I thrust up hard into her tight channel, the searing pleasure invading my whole being, causing me to nearly weep with the engulfing jolts of pure ecstasy in my blood at her smell, her taste.

"Oh, Sunny. Fucking never again." My body, knowing what it needs and acting on autopilot, taking what it needs, vibrating. My bones, my blood spark as I take her face between my hands and seal her sweet mouth to mine. "Baby, I need you so much, " I lament as I kiss her, moaning in her pleasure and mine combined as we make love.

Now I'm home, inside of her. She's in my blood, streaming through every inch of me, fixing me, making me feel good.

Now I'm home.

I've got her.

My Sunny has developed this quirky and sexy habit of eating her breakfast on my cock every morning and that's exactly what I find her doing after I open my eyes to the bright morning in our bedroom.

As always, the morning sun reflects brightly through the long, white, flowing curtains as the soft wind from the open glass door and windows blows freely away at the plants and flowers that surround us, and Kuku the parrot flaps about inside his cage as he tries to keep up despite the wind.

Summer in New York is incomparable with Sunny. It's everything I will ever need, all bottled in a soft and petite body, with a sensational mouth who can't stop sucking my cock.

This has been my life for a year now. This has been my paradise. All after meeting one girl. A weird, eccentric girl who calls me her soul. And whom I call, my everything.

In the span of just one year, I went from being the designated head of my family's criminal organization to just a guy who only has one purpose now: loving Sunny. Loving her till death do us fucking part.

"Morning, baby. Enjoying breakfast?" I rasp to her, a smile on my face as I moan, looking down at her. I cross my arms behind my head, leaning against the headboard as I watch her kneeling on the bed in between my legs, drizzling syrup down my hard length and spraying whip cream over the tip before going down and sticking out her pretty, pierced tongue to lick it up slowly and leisurely.

My girl likes to eat food off my cock, she always ends up sucking it after she's licked all the food off, at her own pace. This is blatantly for her own enjoyment and she sometimes spends hours playing my cock. It makes her so wet and happy when she has my cock in her mouth, so she goes out of her way, all the time to suck me.

It makes me absolutely euphoric; I'm done for every time she puts her mouth on me and she knows it, she has no mercy. She just takes and gives, takes and gives, leaving me shattered and panting after her, obsessing over her.

My Sunny is cruel with her lust, dangerous with her desire. I'm so fucking in love with her, my heart hurts with it, struggles to bear all of it.

"Breakfast is ten times better when it's served on your magnificent cock, " she rasps with a smile on her gorgeous face, licking her pierced, pink, bottom lip as she slides her hand down my cock, stroking the sticky liquid up and down my throbbing length. Then I watch as she slips her other hand down her body to find her clit.

"You're so beautiful, Sunny." I groan as she crouches back down and thrusts my hard cock into her mouth for a deep taste, closing her amber eyes as she pleasures herself while she sucks me.

Fuck, she drives me fucking crazy with her bold drive and fierce passion, with her need to have me, anywhere, any way she can. A need for me that's just as ferocious as mine is for her, and we feed on each other, breathe and drink from our mutual desire and lust.

"Oh, sweetheart, yes, that fucking mouth. I want to get fucking buried with it!" I moan as I watch her feed on my large cock, her pink mouth covering it as she pushes it back, so far down her throat and then out again, drooling syrup, saliva and my thick, hot come, down her chin as I convulse.

Her blonde hair is all over her face, all over my thighs, damp in the gooey substance. "Oh, Sunny, baby! Fuck!" I suck in a harsh breath as she pushes me back down her throat again, making me come once again like the beautiful, merciless sex-Goddess I know she is.

My Sunny can deep-throat my fucking cock like she's never heard of a gag reflex, so deep, so hard that I can always see the outline of my cock on her neck as it sinks down her tight throat.

"Fuck, yeah, Sunny. Fuck, yes!" Kuku, the parrot exclaims, making me chuckle as my cock twitches inside Sunny's hot mouth.

The bird has only learned these type of phrases because Sunny and I never stop fucking in the bedroom, so that's all he ever hears, all the time; either me or Sunny always on the brink of orgasms.

Sunny chuckles too, opening her eyes and pulling herself up with a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful, " I mutter, my raspy voice full of the passion, lust, and love I have for her.

"So fucking beautiful, " I repeat, wrapped and lost in her beauty. I tug and twist the nipple-ring on her gorgeous tit, as she licks her mouth, swiping away my come with that sweet, pierced tongue.

"You make me beautiful. We're beautiful together. Two souls as one. Complimenting each other. Connecting as one. Always, " she says in that warm voice of hers that seems to sing to me, as she climbs on over my thighs then slips herself down onto my waiting cock that now drips in both come and syrup.

Stick a fork in me. She's wet and tight and addicting every damn time, and this feeling of want, of hunger for her, never seems to fade.

"Fuck, Sunny, you know I'm gonna have to dig deep in there with my tongue to get all that syrup that's going to be inside that already-sweet pussy, " I grunt as I grab her hips, holding on to her as she rides me, rocking back and forth on my sticky dick.

I bite my lip hard, holding in my scream as I feel both of her clit-rings grazing all over, up and down my engorged cock as she bounces on me, her hands feeling up and squeezing her tits as she moans my name.

"Yes, my soul. So deep!" She moans, throwing back her head as she jumps her body up and down, thrashing crazily over me, grabbing her breasts, her crazy, long, thin braids flying all over us.

"Sunny, fuck yeah, baby! Fuck me! Yes!" I grab her chin, bringing her mouth to mine, planting a kiss upon her sticky and sweet lips, biting and tugging her lip-ring with my teeth. "You're so fucking hot, so sexy. This tight pussy will end me! You know it will!"

"End me! End me!" She yells as I feel her tightening further around me into a powerful orgasm. "End us!" She screams, before coming apart and falling onto me, burying me under her pleasure, bathing me in her sweet, hot cream.

My mouth waters to taste that cream and I know that my head will be buried between her legs until I'm satisfied. And I'm never satisfied when it comes to my Sunny. I can never get enough.

My head throbs painfully as I recall the painful week without her. I curse whatever that hellish reason was that prompted me to ever leave her side, and even as my cock drowns in her, sipping on her sweetness, even as I feel her breath against my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest as she comes down from her orgasm, I still feel she's not close enough. So, I kiss her forehead and whisper, "You're mine. I'll never be without you." I smooth the back of her neck with my fingers and stroke her long hair, pulling her into me as I inwardly swear to myself that I will never leave her again for anything, never let her out of my sight.

I want her safe with me, always with me. I'll never go again through that of last week, through that awful withdrawal.

"Dean, yes! My soul! Take me! Hm, yes!" Sunny moaned, grasping through my hair with her fingers, as I pressed my tongue further inside of her, kneading her pierced clit with my thumb as I wrapped my other hand around her thigh, keeping her spread for my heavenly feast.

I needed to taste my Sunny every day. Not a drop would ever suffice, I'd need a whole feast of her, my mouth always craved to be moisten by her glistening lips, to indulge in her sweet, addictive heat. I'd needed to have her nectar melt onto my thirsty tongue. I could never go too long without it.

I very much knew at this point that I was dangerously addicted to Sunny and it was the sweetest addiction because I'd never run out of her, she'd always be here, with me, to kiss, to love, to relish.

We both just knew it every time we looked into each other's eyes, that this was it, we knew we would never need anything else, anyone else.

Our eyes, our bodies spoke a language that only we knew, that only we needed to understand.

But, I also knew it was time to tell her. It was our anniversary, a whole year now since we've met.

I didn't want to let her find out from someone or somewhere else, that I was Dean Savage, of the most infamous and ruthless mafia organization in the world.

So, this morning, I had decided to finally reveal to her, all that I am, not just the parts of me that she'd gotten used to over the year. I needed her to know my past too, the ugly parts of me.

But I began to beat around the bush, literally, to avoid the possible consequences of the lie I've told her about what I do. Who I am.

I had told her I worked in advertising and although now it was true that me and my brother Dustin invested together in a range of advertising agencies, but, still, at the time when I had told her that, it had been a lie. Because when we met, I was still Dean Savage, son of Potter Savage, who's head of the notorious crime family, the Savages, and the brother of Ace Savage, a man who was currently topping the FBI's Most Wanted list.

It would have helped if I were a nobody amongst my family, but I wasn't. In fact, I was one of the most popular members of the Savages, and the rumors of my alleged cruelty waved everywhere out there, where Sunny might have even read or heard of them, and I knew that most of them were true.

Sunny thought my name was Dean Smith because I had told her that it was. But, I no longer wanted to be Dean Smith.

I wanted now to be Dean Savage with her, to her.

My family had managed to do a lot and had gotten away with a lot in the last five decades and we have become known for it, but for Sunny, I didn't want to lie and get away with it, I wanted her to know the truth, all of it.

After a year of being with her, of living in paradise, something I was not deserving of, I started becoming ashamed about lying to her. My Sunny deserved to know who she fell in love with and I was about to tell her.

I was confident that our passion, our love would survive my mistake, but deep inside, I was still somewhat worried, in fact, terrified of the way she was going to look at me afterward, I wondered if she was still going to see me as a part of her very soul. Someone who had lied to her about his identity, his life.

But I knew for certain that no matter how she reacted to my reveal, I was ready to take it, but I wasn't going to let her leave me. No matter how disgusted she may feel towards me after, I was even ready to dedicate the rest of my life to making her fall in love with me again.

I had my perfect scenario; I was going to tell her, she was going to be shocked, but not too much because maybe she has had her suspicions all along, and she was going to be mad at me for maybe two seconds for lying to her and then we were going to fuck for the rest of the day, week, months, until it was our next anniversary again.

But that was not what happened at all.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me again. Yes, Like this, Sunny, so fucking gorgeous when you come, creaming my fucking face." I lick my lips as I pull up from between her legs, her taste so rich on my tongue, her cream making me want to keep my face where it belongs, between those thighs and up against that swollen peach.

But I needed her conscious for the conversation we were about to have, so I put my hand behind her back and lifted her off the bed, pulling her mouth to mine, sweetening her. "Baby, we have to talk" I whispered between our kiss.

She moaned softly, her hand on my face as she devoured my mouth, still not yet calmed down from her orgasm. "Talk to me, my soul. We share everything and anything. We are one now."

My chest flipped fearfully at her words because I knew how much my Sunny valued honesty. She never lied, because she had said it would taint her soul and disrupt her peaceful spirit.

Her words.

And I loved her words. I was so amazed with her when we met; she had been this strangely beautiful woman, who wore flowers on her head and could name at least a hundred different kinds of flowers in under a minute, and was the most peaceful person I had ever known, always a smile on her face.

And I loved that most of the time spent with me, she wore flowers in her hair. Only flowers.

With her, I was free of all of those, pesky things you would normally find with any other person; a deceitful pass, shameless lies, misgivings, and betrayals

She was so beautiful and lived in a bubble of self-confidence, spirituality, and honesty.

That's why it pained me and terrified me when I had to stop our kiss and looked down at her and said, "I lied to you, baby."

She didn't react immediately to this, so I pulled on her chin to make her look at me. "Baby?"

"You can't lie when all we ever do is make love, " she said with a smile and climbed her naked body over me and kissed me, making me lose my train of thoughts. "There is nothing more honest and pure than our lovemaking."

She was right. Our pleasure was honest and constant. We had lived a year without any worries or trouble. That year with her was the first and longest time I've ever lived a peaceful life, a normal life, a happy life

I hid my guns from her, hid my past from her, left my family behind for her.

"Oh, Sunny, they could cut me and I would bleed you, baby. You fucking own me, " I whispered and forgot for a moment all about my planned confession because I was inside her suddenly, my cock pining for her as I kissed her, loved her the best way I knew how.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and bounced over me, on my hard cock, taking me deep inside of her as I held on to her and kissed her and groaned her name in pleasure over and over.

"Sunny, oh, yes..." I hissed as she rode me, feeling every inch of me drowning in her, our foreheads meeting, our eyes meeting as we moaned together. "Fuck, I'm going to come, Sunny, you know you always have me fucking there." Sweet agony ripples through me. I caught her nipple between my lips, covered her nipple-ring with my mouth as I sucked on her warm flesh like the rabid savage I was.

"Oh, dean! I'm there! There! Come with me!" She screamed, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she rocked against our orgasm.

I was lost in her, seeing fucking stars that weren't there, my head lost in the sea of our bliss.

Hours later, holding onto her as she had dozed off against my chest, I spoke softly to her as she opened her eyes. My voice careful but determined and confessional. "My name is not Dean Smith, like I told you. My name is Dean Savage. I'm the son of Potter Savage." My arm tightened reflexively around her body, knowing that if she tried to run, I wouldn't let her.

She didn't respond and for a second, I thought it was because she hasn't heard of the surname, of us. "The infamous crime family? Based in Nevada? Rumored to have had something to do with the recent bombing that happened this year in New York? Which by the way is untrue, " I felt the need to clarify but that still didn't change the fact that we were responsible for other bombings, and that made me feel uneasy to lie to her more.

I truly wanted a fresh start, I needed her to truly know who I was.

She remained quiet and still, not even batting an eyelash. My heart dipped low in my chest because I knew how expressive my Sunny was. She was almost never quiet and said everything that came to her head.

Fear knotted around my gut, I pressed her into me, and continued softly, "baby, please say something."

"Dean Savage, " she finally whispered back after an eternal beat, as if testing how the name felt on her lips.

"Yes, " I replied, my voice was nearly inaudible now as I continued, "baby, after we met, I didn't want to ruin your first impression of..."

"They made a movie about your dad, " she added softly, interrupting me.

I swallowed, realizing that she did in fact know about us, about me, now in a whole different way. I pretended that the air was not heavier around us as I attempted to make a joke, "they got nothing right in that film, well, except for his obsession with my mother. He truly is that obsessed with her, is the most ruthless when it comes to her. Funny story; he actually killed her boss when they first met where she was working as a waitress because he thought the guy was coming on to her and..." My voice faded as I quickly realized that my idea of joking has taken a very humorless turn.

I was suddenly ashamed, because I had never wanted to speak about killing in front of Sunny.

Killing might have been simple for me, but not for Sunny and I hated her learning that I was this casual about it.

She cleared her throat and I felt her pulling away from me but I kept her there, my arms inescapable as she tried to move. She knew this, she could feel my tight embrace, so she stopped trying to move out of it.

"So, you're not really working in advertising..." It wasn't a question.

"Actually, I am, but until I met you, it was just a side thing I just did because I could, " I confessed, my face red with shame.

A quiet sound came out from Sunny that made something unpleasant grip tightly inside my chest and that's when I felt the warm liquid leaking to my arm.

I almost choked, realizing that my Sunny was crying.

I had never seen or heard her cry before, in fact, I had never seen a day when Sunny wasn't smiling and laughing, so then and there, I wanted to punish myself for this, cut off my own balls and feed them to the dogs. But first, I needed to kiss her tears away.

So I did.

I moved her closer onto me and took her face between my hands. I licked her wet cheeks and kissed her lips. "I'm so sorry, baby, " I whispered and lifted her body off me so I could lay her underneath me. I spread her legs, took my dick in hand and entered her, not wanting to ever let her go.

She closed her eyes but it was not in pleasure, it was to hide from me, hide from my betrayal, I realized fearfully.

"Sunny, please, look at me." I squeezed her cheeks with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to open those beautiful, amber eyes as I started to thrust deep into her, where she had no choice but to feel my desperation, my love for her.

"Feel me, Sunny, " I whispered desperately. "Fuck, baby, feel how much I love you." I thrust with conviction, with passion, joining us together. "I'm so fucking sorry, my love. you've only ever cried in pleasure, when we're so tangled like this around each other, embedded so feverously around each other. So, please don't ever cry for any other reason than that."

I let out a big sigh when in response, she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I fuck her. I looked down to her, grateful for her acceptance, grateful that she was letting me inside of her completely, even if I didn't deserve it. Grateful for her mercy.

I closed the gap completely between us, joining flesh to flesh. A soft gasp left her mouth once I buried my entire shaft deep within her, the feeling intense and snug as I moved my hips in a sensuous rhythm.

I swallowed her soft moans as I kissed her plush lips, my tongue stroking hers, our heated skin stuck to each other, her soft breasts against my built chest as I fuck.

Breaking our kiss, she tilted her head back, moaning loudly, her singing sounds of our ecstasy echoing in the room, enveloping me, in this safety, in this safety of us.

The next morning, I woke up. But it was strange because Sunny wasn't eating breakfast on me. She wasn't humming a song to herself as she casually lapped syrup off my cock.

I quickly got up, ignoring Kuku yapping away as I walked out of the room, naked, searching for my Sunny.

Something else was strange when I found her in the kitchen; she was wearing clothes.

Sunny rarely or never wore clothes when we were alone. She spent her days with me, completely in the nude because we liked it that way, I could always have easier access to her sweet pussy that way, could have my hands, my tongue, my cock anywhere in or on her at any given time.

She was always open for me, always ready and I couldn't help to take the fact that she was wearing clothes now as a negative sign. One to tell that she was no longer open.

I started to panic but I kept it out of my voice as I called, "baby?" Her back was to me as she prepared an omelet above the stove.

She was beautiful as always; her blonde, braided hair hung long down her back and she was in a yellow, Bohemian-style dress that even though was long enough to reach just above her ankle, did nothing to actually hide her body inside it, because of the bright morning sun and the see-through color of the thin fabric.

I could feel that it wasn't normal between us.

She looked somber and wasn't wishing me a good morning with her sweet kisses all over my cock.

"Sunny, baby? You alright?"

"I'm alright, " she responded abruptly.

She wasn't looking at me. My Sunny was hiding her eyes from me. Those beautiful eyes that I depended on.

"Sunny, why aren't you looking at me?"

I was naked, Sunny could never resist touching me or rubbing herself all over me, especially when I was in the nude, but now, she couldn't even look up at me.

My chest was sore and my heart hammered. But my alarming heart felt like it cut open and my breath caught painfully when I looked harder to see my Sunny's eyes; they were glistening and she kept opening and shutting them as if she were in pain.

"Oh, no, Sunny, baby!" In a flash, I was beside her, but she did something I had never imagined she would ever do to me; she stepped back and lifted a palm up to stop me from touching her.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I can't, not right now, not today, please, " she pleaded, sobbing the words now.

I chuckled nervously, my heart hitting my chest at full force as I said, "baby, are we fighting? Is this our first fight?"

"No, it isn't, " she answered coldly, rubbing her thumb at the corner of her eyes.

I made her cry and I deserved ten bullets to the dick for that.

She was right, it wasn't our first fight. Our first and only time had been a few months back, on her birthday. We argued in bed about what I was going to do to her first; fuck her hard and deep or eat her pussy like the birthday girl she was.

We argued for a good thirty seconds about that and I ended up winning and ate her pussy all night long, making her come like a proper birthday girl, but right now, this tension between us wasn't lighthearted at all, she wasn't complaining that I hadn't fucked her enough time that day, she was hurt, betrayed after discovering that I had lied to her about who I was.

"I don't want to fight, Dean. I just want space. Can you leave?" She muttered with a sniff.

Careful about my next words, despite the way my heart jumped up at my throat at her sudden request, I said, "okay, I'll go to the garden and wait it out. I'll be right back. And then we can talk. I will explain everything."

"Dean, I mean, for a few days. Go wherever you want. And give me, at least a week to wrap my head around this."

A week? A whole fucking week?

I shiver at the painful thought, ready now to beg her on my knees. "Sunny, we haven't spent a whole a day away from each other ever since we met and you just expect me to go away for a week? Surely, you don't mean..."

"Dean, please, I need you to go, " she sobs and I was immediately in front of her, wrapping her in my arms despite her tenseness.

"You're hurting me, Dean, just leave." She winced and I realized that I had my fingers grasping harshly behind her nape.

I retreat quickly, letting go of her immediately, disgusted with myself. I was hurting her. Sunny, my Sunny was being hurt and I was the cause.

I felt sick and ashamed and my masochistic nature kicked in and I inwardly agreed that I should grant her wish, I should leave.

I sighed, knowing that this is not the end but I needed to give her what she asked for.

I stepped back, looking down at the floor. Clearing my throat and masking my pain, I said, "tell you what, baby, my brother has been calling me to meet with some new associates for our business since I've been mostly a silent partner and there are many things I can preoccupy myself with for a week while I'm there. And when I come back, you can punish me however you feel like. I deserve it. But, I'm coming back to you and fixing this, okay?"

She nodded slowly, relieving my chest from the tension.

I slowly walked up to her and planted a soft kiss to the crown of her head. "I don't know how I'll survive a whole week without you when I can barely handle a second away, but I'll do it. I'll give you the space you need."

I may have been leaving Sunny betrayed and distraught and crying, but I was going to come back and make her forgive me, because over my dead body was this going to be the end of us.