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It had been 2 weeks since the wedding and Felicity was pretty desperate to end herself in order to end the agony of being married to Oliver Queen.

Since the wedding she had, had to move into his bedroom and sleep in the same bed as him. That first night was just too much to think about. She had basically made it clear when they got back to their room that he was not gonna freakin touch her and that if he needed to find release the bathroom was in that direction. She also by mistake happened to say that his hands looked like it was good for the job but she wasn't going to think about that. Nope. Not at all.

She had ended up building a barrier of pillows in between the two much to his amusement and annoyance. That was how they had slept every night since then. They barely ever saw each other. He would always wake up before her and go to sleep after her. However, when they did see each other; it would almost always result in a heated argument and them getting too close for comfort. Actually it was really comfortable. Oh god stop. She had managed to think about too many awkward scenes with her and Oliver and it needed to stop.

That man was the most stubborn pigheaded creature. My God. Maybe she should just end him.

Yeah maybe she should. Wait. What. She was not suppose to be violent. No she was not a violent person. Which was actually quite ironic considering the fact that she's married to a man who has probably killed a lot of people. Most definitely has. She shuddered. Let's not think about that she scolds herself.

No. Oliver freaking Queen was the biggest control freak she had ever seen in her entire life; and even though she knows the possible reasons behind his issues; that most definitely does not mean that he can tell her what to do; tell her where she can go and who she can and can't see.

Oh they were in for a massive argument today.

So what if she sort of went behind his back and submitted her application to getting a job at QC in the IT department. No big deal right? She would be helping him. I mean she can't let her father rule her life and stop her from doing what she loves. That just makes him the winner and she will NEVER let that happen.

She had ended up getting the job and it really made sense for her to do it and she was being cautious. She also had bodyguards for Christs sake. She was able to work from the mansion; monitoring and creating new security for QC's system, and she would only have to go into QC at the most 3 times a week. 3 bloody times a week!

Everything was fine before HE found out.

She had just received a call from the head of the IT department claiming that they would have to let her go. There was no possible way that they would willingly let her go. She was not being braggy or snobby, it was just the truth. Her skills were too good.

That only left one option. It meant that, that asshole found out.

She was practically breathing fire as she walked down towards the hallway of the Queen mansion towards Oliver's office. Her bright orange knee length summer dress and her usual tight ponytail swaying as she walked at a ferocious pace.

She suddenly stopped as she looked up and saw a man in front of his office door. "I'm sorry, but I need to talk to Oliver." She told him calmly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Queen but the Captain said no interruptions." He replied and for some reason he completely avoided looking at her. What the hell was wrong with him? He was testing her patience and her kindness.

"Look I'm sorry, but I really need to speak with my husband. It's urgent." She claimed hoping he would listen this time.

"I can't do that Mrs. Queen. I'm sorry. The Capta-"

"Look," she cut him off furious at this point and using her loud voice. Oh god she was gonna have to pull the annoying card. "I am the lady of this house and I can assure you that if you do not let me in this room now; you won't have to worry about the wrath of my husband because mine; mine will be much worse."

He looked at her and she could tell he was unsure of what his actions should be and she immediately felt bad for him. "Of course Mrs. Queen." He finally said after weighing his options.

"Don't worry, I will make sure that Oliver will not do anything to you for this. You have my word..." She told the man looking for a name.

He smiled at her "Roy Harper."

"Nice to meet you Roy. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go choke my husband to death."

The man opened his mouth at her in shock as she opened the door to the room.

The room had grown quiet as she walked in. There were around 4 people in the room and they looked to be in a serious conversation. She immediately found Oliver's eyes and she saw the storm brewing behind his eyes. God why did he have to look so good doing that. He was wearing a leather jacket with a dark pair of jeans. Oliver Queen and Leather Jacket. Who would come up with such a deadly combination? She wanted to strangle him but also jump him. Wait. No she did not want to jump him. She did not have inappropriate thoughts of her enemy.

"What are you doing here, Felicity?" He asked in what appeared to be a calm way. But she knew him better then that after fighting with him for 2 weeks. That calm voice might seem calm towards the other people in the room; but to her it was deadly. His jaw was clenched so tight she thought it would break and his knuckles were white from how hard he had them fisted.

He would not talk to her rudely in front of his men which was definitely a plus for her.

"We need to talk. Now. It's actually really important." She said calmly and she knew it would annoy him. Her tone was questioning to his dominance and she knew it would bother him.

He glared at her and spoke loudly to his men. "Leave. We will discuss this later." They quickly got up and left but before they closed the door Oliver yelled out.

"HARPER!", oh shit.

She wouldn't let him get angry at his man because of her.

Roy had come in; his body was was held strong but she could see the fear stirring beneath his eyes. "I thought I FUCKING told you to not let anyone in."

"This is fucking important business and I will not tolerate you fucking this up again!" Oliver yelled. He took a step towards Roy and she knew she had to get in the way.

"Oliver!" She stepped in front of Roy blocking him from her husband as she held a hand back to Roy's arm to tell him to keep back. "It was my fault. I told him that he had to let me in. He denied me like 4 times but I sort of threatened him so it makes sense why he let me in. Don't do anything to him please."

Oliver looked at her and then his eyes caught sight of her hand in Roy's arm and suddenly he couldn't see clearly. Why the fuck is she touching him as though she's familiar with him? There it was again. That unnecessary feeling of possessiveness. He suddenly grabbed hold of Felicity's hand from Roy's arm and pulled her to him. Her body coming flush to his side as his arm held her in a possessive embrace."Не ходите рядом с ней. Понял." (Do not go near her. Understood.)

Roy looked back at him and nodded. "Understood Captain." He said as he left the room.

As soon as the door was shut she was pushed up against it as Oliver leered over her looking pretty angry. Why was she always in these predicaments with him? Why did he love pushing her up against walls? Immediately her mind shot to images of her up against the wall as Oliver pushed inside of her while sucking a mark on her neck; his body imposing on hers as he seemed to engulf her. An angry Oliver was just too hot. Oh no. That was new and should have never happened.

"What the fuck are you playing at, Felicity?" He bit out more angry then she had ever seen him. "I told you from when we first met to stay out of my business! And then you fucking walk into a meeting! THERE could have been dangerous men here!"

"Don't you dare fucking yell at me! You told me to stay out of Bratva business not QC. You have no right to be angry at me right now when you took away my job." She yelled back.

He moved away from her needing to put space between them. Yes, he had told them to fire her but he had his reasons. "I have no right to be angry?! It is MY job to protect you! I am YOUR husband. You wanted me to keep you safe and here I am doing my job and keeping you safe!"

"How is that keeping me safe Oliver? Are you that thickheaded? You can't expect me to stay in this house all day I feel like I'm drowning. I'm literally doing nothing. I was willing to help YOU and work at YOUR company. I took a job that allowed me to work at home and allowed me to go in minimum 3 times a week. I'm not stupid Oliver. I know I have to take precautions." She was gonna punch him. Screw her no violence streak.

He glared back at her in full force as he slammed his hand on his desk. "Enough Felicity! I will not have you endanger your life".

She opened her mouth. She couldn't believe him. How could he not understand that it was perfectly safe? It was like talking to a wall. "Oliver, I have been cautious. I even have bodyguards," she said calmly. "I can't let my father take everything important from my life. He already has taken so much. He's stopped me from doing so much already. I just want something normal, something constant in my life. Please Oliver. Just please," she pleaded.

They looked at each other for the first time without any anger. This was the first time one of them had ever spoken about something personal. Felicity thought that maybe, just maybe he would listen to her if she opened up to him. He sighed.

"I get it Felicity, I do; but I can't." He looked at her as if he wanted to say yes and give in but yet it was physically impossible to do it. Like he couldn't risk it. Risk her.

She looked at him in disbelief, tears welled up in her eyes and were streaming down her face. She got where he was coming from; she did; he was paranoid but it was just too much. "This isn't over Oliver. I know that you played a major part in the way Thea was brought up and I will not let you do what you did to her; to me."

She saw his look of surprise and before he could respond she literally ran out of the room.

For now her father had won and she couldn't bear it. For now the tears would just fall.

Oliver threw his glass against the wall in his office. He just couldn't wipe that look of hurt and defeat on her beautiful face from his mind.

Why was he letting it bother him so much? He got what he wanted in the ending. She's not going to be working at QC. Then what was his problem. Why did he feel so unhinged? This wasn't right.

These past two weeks had him feeling different. He didn't know whether it was good or bad but it was different. She angered and annoyed him to no end. Felicity questioned his every decision and called him out on all his bullshit; even though she didn't realize it. They had argued and fought for two weeks straight about so many different little things; the most memorable was when he left the tooth paste without putting the cover back on.

But although she pissed him off majority of the time he found that he enjoyed fighting with her; although he would not be looking at it that way at the time. There was something about her being all riled up that turned him on and he knew; he knew he shouldn't be feeling anything for her regardless as to whether or not it was JUST attraction. He was a male after all and she was beautiful. But for some reason he found himself looking at her more then he should, especially in the mornings when she was asleep.

He didn't know what the fuck wrong with him.

Fights and arguments over stupid things like toothpaste created a sense of normalcy and domesticity; and Oliver Queen did not do normal or domestic. His relationship with Felicity was so different compared to what he was used too.

He knew he shouldn't think about her at all; and that was why he distanced himself as much as he could.

When he had found out that she got a job at QC and was planning on going into work that morning; to say he was pissed was an understatement. He was fuming. He was planning a meeting with the head of the IT department when the man mentioned in the passing that Mrs. Queen would be coming in herself to discuss new security options. He almost threw the phone. He didn't know what she was thinking when she decided that it was a good idea to leave the mansion when her father was out there. He was supposed to keep her safe and she was pulling shit like this.

He immediately and quite literally threatened the head of the IT department and told them that Mrs. Queen was to not come in. At all.

He was going to deal with her himself after the meeting he had with his men. They had been discussing plans to uproot the Triad from an underground casino that they were profiting from but then Felicity came bursting in.

Oliver had never been a person that regretted his decisions and that was because almost all of his decisions were carefully calculated. But all of his typically careful calculations and decisions were uprooted When it came to her. He didn't think; he just acted; but for some damn reason he was having doubt's about his decision. For some damn reason he was feeling guilty and all he wanted to do was to wipe away that hurt look from her face.

He shouldn't feel guilty. He's just trying to protect her. He rubbed his hand over his face and sat in his chair. Nothing could take that feeling of guilt chewing at him.

He shouldn't care. Why was she finding a way into his thoughts and controlling them? Why is it that whenever he saw her with another man he grew possessive? The image of her and Roy popped in his brain and he scowled while clenching his fist.

He couldn't even fathom the thought of another man touching her but him; yet alone if he saw it. He gritted his teeth in unnecessary anger. All he wanted to do when he saw her and Roy was take her on his desk right then and there. To mark her as his. To claim her.

He would be lying if he said he didn't want her. Any man would. He shook his head at these thoughts. It had been a while since he got laid maybe that's why she was preoccupying his thoughts.

He needed to get laid. Maybe that would make it better.

Maybe he should visit Verdant and pick up a quick fuck. He considered it but the thought had made him annoyed and for once he didn't feel up for sex. He was probably just tired.

He had stayed in his office until he knew Felicity was asleep. He wasn't sure what would happen when he saw her. He had never seen that look of defeat in her eyes. She was a feisty thing and was always ready for a challenge.

On his way back to his room he was met with a furious Thea. Since their talk that day that he and Felicity had met; things had been strained between them. Recently she had been avoiding him as much as she could.

"You had to be an asshole didn't you." She yelled at him; arms crossed and changed into her pajamas. "You couldn't just leave it alone, Ollie?"

He willed himself to calm down as he breathed out loudly. "I am trying to keep her safe. This isn't any of your concern Thea."

"How is FELICITY; my SISTER IN LAW; not my concern when you treat her like this. When you treat her like a child and as if she has no opinion."

She walked up to him grasping his forearms, "she wants a life Ollie, she wants to live because if she doesn't; she might as well just let her father have her and end her."

He just stood there looking at the walk behind Thea. He gritted his teeth. He just couldn't. Why can't anyone understand that?

Thea looked at him disappointingly knowing what his most typical thoughts would be. He wasn't going to budge for now but they could always keep pushing the rock until it finally falls over. "Think about it Ollie. Think about her," she said while walking away.

He was. Dammit he was. It was only then that he remembered Felicity's jab at him about Thea.

What did she mean by that?