One month later

You are sitting at the kitchen counter and working on the company project, designing circuits and control systems as you couldn't go to office, what it being a snow storm outside. You take a short break and turn on the TV.

"Good morning it is once again painful to be outside this morning Michael, I have two layers of gloves on and several layers of clothing. We are right in the middle of a one two Arctic punch that will stretch into the weekend this morning. For so much of the country the arctic temperatures are brutal and sticking around .That frigid air will combine with more snow today and into the weekend. For the northern half of the country millions bracing for another messy morning commute in....*pew*" You switch off the TV.

"Ain't nothing changed but the weather. Oh and a fucking demoness inside your fucking house as your fucking wife." you say to yourself with exasperation. You had to spend the new years eve at home on account of the terrible weather in Chicago. Your work for XR Robotics, which happens to be the worlds leading developer of advanced robotics with their HQ in Chicago, ensured that you had work to do after your holidays.

You hear the muffled jingle of keys and the front door lock being opened. A beautiful blonde with curvy body and form fitting winter clothes comes in with a bag of groceries. She quickly closes the door to stop any snow ans wind from coming in further.

"Cerina! Just the woman I'm looking for!"

She doesn't say a word and just puts the bag on the counter top. You rummage through the bags and find a lot of the usual stuff.

"Hmmm...let's see...bread, sausage, bacon, detergent, eggs, milk, granola bars with peanuts, ice-cream with peanuts, chocolate covered peanuts.Wow...this is fantastic! Snacks with peanuts! It's not like I have any allergy to peanuts! You know, while you're at it, why don't you do me a favor and kill me already? It'll certainly end my misery!" Even though you hated her on the surface, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't developed any feelings for her. She seemed to grow on you with every passing day.It was scary how things were beginning to feel normal.

"Aww....where's the fun in that. I plan on making you suffer...a lot."

"You fucking cunt!"

"Ha ha ha ha!" Cerina lets out a laugh. "That's a funny word. Cunt. My cock absolutely trounces your pathetic excuse for a dick. You can't even call it a dick. It's more like a clitoris. I can't believe you defeated me."

"It's not small. It's four and a half inches long. And let me tell you, I've made a lot many ladies moan with my meat. I don't need your prejudiced judgement."

"Oh please! How do you know these ladies as you call them, weren't pitying you? I bet they were just moaning to make you feel good about yourself."

"That's not true at all."

"Oh yeah? Then why did every single one of your relationships end so badly?"

"That's because none of them had what it takes to be in a relationship with me."

"Oh boo-fuckin-hoo. You may have defeated me but you're not that great a catch. I bet the sex was terrible. After all, who would wanna be with a limp-dick piece of shit anyway."

"AAGGGHHHH!" you yell out your frustration. This was madness. You wanted to get out of this **** marriage. Divorce or annulment wasn't a viable option. In the days since she first appeared, she mastered her shape shifting power and other limited powers and made it a point to visit your family and friends. She was the very definition of a perfect, sane wife. By comparison you were more like a rabid dog. You managed to keep your frustrations in check when visiting friends and family with her, but you couldn't really hold it whenever you both were in private. A divorce would mean losing our entire house and savings that you've worked so hard for. She could influence the judge's decision to go her way even when you had everything on your side. It was a disaster. You had seen her play her charm. Things would never go well for you if she decided she'd had enough. Somehow though she wasn't interested in giving you a divorce, even though she knew fully that such a decision would cause you immense pain and suffering. You could only wonder what her plans were for you.

You were on the verge of a homicidal breakdown. It would be so easy to just kill her and you'd finally be free.

*NO!* You think to yourself. You quickly brushed aside those thoughts. You knew it wasn't the right thing to do. You wanted to solve things amicably but no matter what this demoness wouldn't have it. And you're patience for her petulant behavior was wearing thin.

"Here, let me offer you an olive branch. Go out on a date with me. And we'll work things out like adults. What do you say?" Cerina offers with a smile. You could feel her smile hide her true intentions. But you wanted to an end to the constant fights you'd been having.

"Sure." you give in.

"Great! I'll book an appointment for next week. The storm should've died by then!" With a skip in her step she heads off to her room. You both slept in different rooms. You had installed trip wires and security in your bedroom in the following days of her arrival, paranoid of her doing something to you while you slept. Although she had never approached your bedroom and so far seemed content with her own room, you could never be too sure with an actual demon in your house.