You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

It was obvious to the bystanders that Miserable Matt, as they called him, was the submissive one in the marriage.

That was the impression that Matthew had left. The sight of him walking meekly behind his wife was amusing and pitiful.

Not content with just talking about it, some of them even took photographs of Matthew to be posted online. Even in them, his annoyed gaze upon Clarissa was evident.

Spurred by the vivid descriptions and amusing circumstances, the Internet’s interest in Matthew made him a trending topic once again.

When the couple had gotten into the car after Clarissa was finally done, their phones rang with notifications on the unflattering images and Matthew’s new moniker.

“Hmph! I think ‘Dramatic Matt’ is more appropriate,” said Clarissa with a disdainful glare at Matthew.

Matthew was a naturally gifted actor, and Clarissa understood that the entire charade was a farce. Unfortunately for her, she knew that she would be in for a thorough scolding the moment they reached home.

At the sound of her voice, Matthew looked up. Her stern glare made Matthew feel as if he had done something heinous and unforgivable.

“Clarissa, what did I do this time to earn your ire?” Matthew asked shamelessly.

“Stop pretending, Matthew.” Clarissa laughed coldly. “I’m sure you are well aware of what you did.”

Matthew shrugged. “I really am not.”

“You’re full of rubbish!” Clarissa employed the same phrase she used to describe her son previously. Like father, like son.

“Clare, I really don’t get what you mean,” Matthew persisted.

Clarissa’s smile was dangerously icy as her tolerance for his feigned ignorance ran thin. “Matthew, you wouldn’t have the patience to walk behind me all day if you really were upset, would you? You would have just hauled me back home instead of following me around and carrying my bags. If that wasn’t a show, I don’t know what is. I don’t believe for a second that you’re not aware that you’re a celebrity around these parts and that the other shoppers knew who you were. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? For everybody on the Internet to know that you’re such a wonderful husband that you wouldn’t leave me no matter how badly I had treated you. You’re a sly b*stard, Matthew.”

Matthew was not about to defend himself. Instead, he asked her a question in return. “So, you’re expecting me to haul you back home?”

Clarissa was rendered speechless. However, she quickly recovered for a retort. “Don’t change the subject! The point is that you planned the whole thing out to make me look bad. You…”

“Yes, I did. But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Matthew cut her off.

“I… Matthew Tyson! Shut the hell up!” Clarissa exclaimed.

Mischief flitted across Matthew’s eyes. Forced to comply with Clarissa’s wishes to avoid a quarrel, he simply shrugged and dropped the subject in the face of his wife’s rising anger. If he pushed her any harder, he would have hell to pay. She’ll cool down soon.

They sat in silence as Clarissa stared out the window.

Matthew, on the other hand, waited patiently for Clarissa’s anger to subside. Soon after, she turned to face him, clearly still peeved. There was still a flash of anger in her bright eyes.

Matthew was aroused at his wife’s passion, as he thought that her flushed cheeks were very attractive. He wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms badly.

as she was still stewing in

I’m still going to wear whatever the hell I want. In fact, I’ll be happier the more revealing my dress is. Be Miserable Matt all you

did not act miserable, you know.” Matthew endeavored

to

home was spent

opted to spend time

made no attempt to reconcile with her as well. The atmosphere between them was so tense that even little Damian could tell that something was wrong. His gaze lingered on his mother who was playing with him, and then on his father who sat in silence

if their parents did not

you give

at Matthew who looked

Clarissa turned away

kissed each

a routine of theirs that they had yet to complete that day to Damian’s surprise. He was actually a very bright

visibly annoyed, she could

mother’s response to his proposition, looking

well. When he was in a bratty mood,

least he isn’t bratty

excuse as to

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared next to her and aimed a swift peck at the corner of her mouth. He then sat back down, grinning at

his father’s sudden movement. Instinctively, he turned toward his mother

a retort that rose to her lips. She could not lose

like she had a toothache. It was comical to see all of her teeth on display in

but

seemed to have abated slightly. However, as soon as Damian was put to bed, Clarissa

as he laughed resignedly

going

sigh, he decided to leave her alone for the time being. Waiting until Clarissa was sleeping soundly in the middle of

for her

as he kissed Clarissa lightly on the lips. He had only intended on giving her a kiss but in his passion, he ran his hands all over her body. Clarissa slept so soundly that she did not even notice his eager fingers to put

different room than the one she fell asleep in. As she brushed her teeth, she caught a glimpse of Matthew coming up the stairs, fresh from his morning run. Her anger at him seemed to have

note not to remind Clarissa of the previous night as he kissed her good morning. When Clarissa was in the shower, she stared at her reflection for

that she had been upset with Matthew the day before, even vowing to

that vow did not last

Clarissa’s face as she descended the stairs for breakfast that she was no longer groggy for him to take advantage

in excitement, for some reason determined to play with the vacuum cleaner.

impending storm from his mother’s expression, Damian ran about, fueled by the excitement that came seemingly

if you don’t get here this instant for breakfast, you won’t be

on deaf ears as the

breath to steady herself. “Damian, time to have