Married to the Devil

Chapter 5

"No." I stated clearly. No way was that ever going to happen.

Derek threw up his hands and ran them through his hair in frustration. He sat across from me and the brown table in the quiet cafe. Neither of us had touched our coffees, instead, we scowled at each other and continued our hour-long heated argument.

He narrowed his eyes at me, " It's always no, no, no with you. "

I widened my eyes in genuine surprise.

"Firstly, that's not true at all. And secondly, I only said no because I'm not doing that."

Derek's tan face scrunched up in irritation. He pulled out a crumpled sheet from his shoulder strapped messenger bag and slammed it down on the table.

"It's part of our contract!" He exclaimed loudly.

The cafe was a new place I'd never been to, stationed an equal ways between our houses.

I already hated it.

The atmosphere was chilling and only contained the elderly, which meant that low voices and quietness were musts. Two qualities neither Derek nor I possessed when we were in close proximity of each other. And due to our continually raised voices, we earned a couple of glares from the various old people around us.

I picked up the paper in confusion, "Where did you get this?"

He shot me a look like he expected me to keep up.

"Lamar. Who else?" He muttered.

I frowned. This was news to me.

It had been a week since I'd last heard from the law office, and there was no contact from them. Lamar had taken his sweet time with the documentation and in the end, hadn't even thought to give to me.

To be completely honest though, I'd lost my phone. Missing since my party at my parents' house. I had though, made sure to give him the number of my apartment. He could've called. I'd make sure to get it straight with him the next time I saw him.

I scanned over the document quickly, my eyes racing over the formal wording and looking for the catch. When I got to the end I was just about fuming. My eye twitched. Evelyn had made a contract between the three of us claiming that I also had to live with Derek during the rest of our marriage or we'd have to pay her the million dollar fine. My eyes darted to the bottom, and of course, both mine and Derek's signatures were scrawled neatly in the bottom left corner.

Bitch.

In anger I crumbled up the paper and threw it back at him with all my might. It bounced off his broad chest and fell to the floor.

Derek's green eyes blazed, " What are you doing? " He hissed, bending over to snatch it up again, "We need this!"

Red flushed my angry face, "Why did you wait until just now to drop this on me? " I accused.

He blinked in bewilderment as surprise shocked him. I saw his features change, the shock fading and his jaw clenched in disapproval, "None of this is my fault. None. Of. It. So don't blame any of this on me."

I squinted my eyes at him, "How can this not be your fault? You cause trouble everywhere you go! You made my life a mess years ago and it still is a mess now thank you very much! "

The words flew out my mouth before I could think about what I'd said. I hadn't expected to talk about this. It was a touchy feely subject for us both, one that usually brought me to tears. I already felt my throat tighten as I looked at him.

His gaze softened, a look of guilt passed over his face, "I'm so sorry Katie."

And there it was.