Married to the Devil

Chapter 2

Josh wrapped his arms around my waist as he stared into the long mirror in front of us. I could hear the music blaring downstairs, my friends from work already yelling and hollering. The silhouette in the mirror looked back at me, the girl was, well, beautiful. More than I'd really ever felt. I cared about appearance and did try to put at least SOME kind of effort into it. But it just never really worked out as I'd wanted it to. Except today. Today was my day.

Josh hugged me, his chin on my shoulder, the side of his head fitting perfectly into the crook of my neck. I found myself smiling back at him, his ocean blue eyes peering into my hazel ones. Josh's dark brown hair against pale skin made his eyes pop. Even in poor lighting I could see the brightness in them.

Today was the big day. My birthday.

Mia promised me that only about ten people would come total, a couple work friends, some of my best mates from college and then Josh. It would be a small get together and since there wasn't enough space in my tiny apartment, my parents let me use their house instead. I smiled, remembering Mia's fit when she discovered that she wouldn't be allowed to stay at my party. Mum and dad took her to the movies with her friends instead. They'd be staying over at my Grams house for the night, just in case there would be any stragglers left at the house or if the party ran late.

Josh trailed his fingers across the length of my dress. He hugged my curves that the dress emphasized perfectly. My heart warmed inside, the way he stared at me, I knew he liked it without him even having to say a word. Mum had a good eye for stuff like this, much better than I was. She made me go to a salon to get my hair and makeup done, and also bought brand new six inch heels especially for today. I didn't get it, it was just a party.

I turned and looked up at Josh, my eyes catching the glint of his dark brown waves sleeked over his head. I turned away from the mirror and gave my full attention to Josh, my boyfriend.

We'd been together for just about three years. We'd never fought or argued about anything, everything came naturally for us and our personalities just clicked. It wasn't like neither of us had any faults, we just got along easily, which is why being in a relationship wasn't demanding with him. There never really was any work or effort involved with him.

Josh's lips came down to mine. He was taller than me, in fact, just about everyone was. It was hard to live in a 5'5'' body and have anyone shorter than you.

I opened my own mouth to greet him, his lips fit in mine and his tongue sunk in. He pulled me into him, but kept enough distance from me that our bodies didn't touch. He was always gentle, and handled me with care. I felt my cheeks warm, my heart fluttering with happiness.

Suddenly, a slow clap errupted from our left. Josh shoved me away, startled by the noise.

Leaning against the doorway was a tall, lean, brunette. Her dress was low cut, like really low, so much that half her boobs were falling out. Her perfect legs were crossed and glistened in the short dress she wore as she rested against the wall. Her dress was amazing.

It was fully white and had only one shoulder to it. The tight fabric was sucked to her body. In the middle lay a transparent sash of material that showed off her stomach and was covered in glittering sequins. It ended just a little less than half way to her thigh. Her silver heels crisscrossed around her feet, toes were painted white, and ended in a band around her ankle.

The smirking, clapping, rude, but completely beautiful girl was none other than Evelyn Reed.

Evelyn was the kind of girl who a lot of people tolerated but never liked. I wasn't like them. I didn't tolerate or like her. It was exactly like Evelyn to try to show me up at my own party.