Love calling you baby

I don't know how much time passed by, but now I was already in the private jet with Damon flying to our new home in the Northeastern United States, which was a big change, but I could cope with it I guess 

"What's wrong baby, you've been quiet " he said 

"I don't like it," I said 

"Don't like what?" he asked 

"You calling me baby," I said which made him laugh

"But I love calling you baby, but okay. How about Bambino?" he asked 

" That's the same word, Damon," I said 

"Oh so she can say my name then" he said which made me chuckle 

"And she knows another emotion besides gloomy ness, " said 

"Yes Mr Santiago," I said. I couldn't get too comfortable around him, I didn't trust him at all 
 
"Can you stop that, stop calling me Mr Santiago, " he said 

"But you're Mr Santiago, " I said 

"Oh for fucks sake" I heard him say before I found myself pinned beneath him on the couch 

"It's Damon, Doman, not Mr Santiago nor Sir. Please, baby, get it into your head, I want to make this work. I want to make you happy and I want to be your husband" he said and he looked so sincere that I almost believed him 

"You already are, you paid for me remember?" I asked 

"You're just stubborn," he said and held both my hands 

I was wondering what the hell he was doing and that's when it hit me, this idiot was tying my hands up and before I could do anything, my hand were already tied up by the poll near the couch 

"What are you doing," I asked 

"Teaching you how to behave," he said and smiled 

"What?" I asked 

"This is what will always happen when you call me Mr Santiogo or Sir. It makes you sound like a property, something useless or someone who works for me or yet a slut, a one-night stand, so how about I show you how to treat something that I own Miss Cayetana Ianvon and later as long as you're willing, I'll show you how I tend to treat my wife Cayetana Santiago " he said and he was dead serious 

What the hell had I done? I pushed far, way too far 
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