Hope's POV

We are sitting in his private booth right now after the little argument we had. I chose to ignore and avoid him after that. The guy knows no boundaries.

So far I have done a good job but he is growing anxious by the second.

He abruptly finishes his drink gets up which causes the chair to fall down with a loud bang. He stalks towards me grips my forearms and roughly gets me off the chair. There is a mini bed in here. Yes you heard it right. A mini bed.

He throws me on the bed and grips my arms over my head with his one hand and cups my breast with another hand.

"You don't get to be angry with me, Hope. No no no" massage. Massage. Moan "because to be angry you have to care for me. And as you claim you wont care for me this is a little far-fetched. Don't you think...."

He keeps on massaging it. He pinches my nipple. I shouldn't be doing this. But all thoughts are already out the Window. I moan and arch my back in order to get more friction.

He pinches my nipple hard and moves onto the next one. He does the same torture there. I moan loudly this time.

"Its a shock that after all these years I still have the same effect on you...." he slurs.

That seems to snap me out of my reverie I start wiggling against him, trying to set free. This is wrong. No shit Sherlock.

"Stop wiggling" he orders. I stop for a moment but start doing it again.

"Stop" he says.

"This is wrong. Let me go"

"Never. And this isn't wrong. We are adults. And you are mine. I can do whatever I want to with you. And it's been a looong time since I slept with someone last."

"You slept with someone after.... never mind. It's not my place to ask"

"Of course it is. We are married for God's sakes. And no I didn't sleep with anyone after you. It's been you. Always you. I couldn't sleep with anyone else. It felt wrong." He admits slowly.

"What.... ?"

"I love you, Hope. Always have and always will"

I hitch, "Stefan.... I.... I.... don't know what to say....."

"How about 'I love you too' ?"

"I do. I really do. But you hurt me like no one else. And even after all these years you are in a place where you could break my heart in a matter of seconds. Again. And I don't think that I can survive it again" I say truthfully.

He lets me go and let's out a loud groan of frustration.

"Hope, I don't know what to do. Okay. I know what I did was wrong. But I love you. I won't do it again. Please, please believe me. I love you. Just one chance, please."

"Yes" the word is out before I can control it.