Married To The Devil

Chapter Eleven

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On the side is a picture of Clara's dress (you'll understand later throughout the text :P)

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D e v i l' s D e c i s i o n

"It's really not that important!"

Damon glowered at me, crossing his arms at his chest while I smiled sheepishly at him, turning a shade or a hundred redder than necessary. I was beyond mortified to tell Damon what he wanted me to tell him and he was just too persistent, I didn't think he'd let this go any time soon.

"We had a deal, Clara, okay?" Damon stated, rolling his eyes at me. "I kept my end of the deal. Heck, I even cried like a baby in front of you. Now it's your turn if you like it or not. I don't care!"

I heaved a sigh, rubbing at my temples. Wasn't it enough drama for one night?! I mean, the crisis that Damon told me had occured in his family was sickening and depressing enough without having to mention Austin. And to whom?

To Damon!

What if he just throttled me right then or there? Or even worse, what if he insisted on finding Austin and throttling him instead? Did I really have to sit like that in the jacuzzi and cry over a guy who was not worth one tear? How stupid I could get sometimes!

"Fine," I said, making Damon smirk and sit up straighter as he strained to listen to what I had to say. "I . . . um. Uh, you see . . . Well, there's," at this point, Damon's lips set into a straight line while he raised both eyebrows, waiting for me to speak up. I knew he was getting quite exasperated as I struggled to find the suitable words, but I really didn't know how to tell him this, let alone begin with it. I contemplated lying but I totally sucked at that. I so wanted to flee away right then and there. But how and where to?

"Clara," Damon cut me off and I prayed that he'd maybe stopped me to save me the torment but instead he said, "you better tell me right this minute or I will interrogate every single person in the hotel until I know what the hell has gotten into you!!"

Gulping, I nodded, knowing that there was a huge probability Damon might run into Austin himself. So I thought it was better if Damon knew the truth from me rather than someone else, particularily Austin.

"I ran into my ex-boyfriend," I blurted out quickly, "my only ex-boyfriend." I cringed, watching Damon's face go blank before he . . . threw his head back and laughed.

"That's it?!" Damon snorted again ready for another round of laughter, but somehow that didn't come. "Are you not over him or something?"

My eyes snapped up to Damon's at his vague question. The last thing I expected of him was a question of that sort. I thought maybe he would be mad at me right then but instead he was asking me that, calmly. As if he didn't care if I was over Austin or not. Maybe I really wanted him to care that I forgot to remember that maybe he actually didn't.

The question was, was I hurt? Was I supposed to be?

"I am," I said, trying my hardest to keep my voice from wavering. I didn't know what to reply to him except that. I lied, but the truth was that I, myself, didn't even know.

Damon stood up, grabbed the shirt discarded on the bed and headed towards the closet to hang it on a rack before shoving it in there. "You don't have to lie to me," he said, his voice still tranquil, devoid of any signs of anger. "I already know about Austin."

My body went stiff, my face drained of any color and my eyes almost bulged out at what he just said. He already knew? How? And why did he face me about it before?