Married to the Devil

Chapter 8

It was a long and awkward dinner. Derek and Evelyn were the only ones talking. While he used hand gestures and kept up conversation, Evelyn held a small frown that stayed on her face long after Derek and I had kissed. She wasn't happy that we were 'getting along', as Derek had explained many times to her.

I touched a hand to my mouth as I snuck a side glance at him, he spoke animatedly as words tumbled out of his smooth lips.

The kiss.

I blushed brightly as I turned back to Josh who sat across the table from me. I was glad he hadn't seen.

He paddled the food around on his plate; he hadn't eaten one bite yet. He made no attempt to look at me, or tease me playfully like he usually did. Josh was just...silent. And it was unnerving. It broke my heart to see him act so different towards me.

"Well!" Evelyn said finally as she pushed herself away from the table and looked between us in examination.

"I think we've seen enough today. Haven't we?" She smiled in a sickly sweet curve of her lips and looked at Josh.

He continued to stare into his plate, moving around the food with a spoon.

Once again, he said nothing.

He was pulled up abruptly and dragged hastily out of the house. Evelyn's heels clicked and dragged against the hardwood and I winced at her every step, as I again thought about how I'd have to replace all of those boards.

Josh's eyes stayed glued to the ground and I watched him go, pangs of hurt attacked my heart.

I missed him. Missed the ocean blue of his eyes. The gentle curve of his lips when he smiled. The sweet, yet sensitive, kisses. He hadn't talked to me, or anyone else for that matter, for the rest of the morning.

I burned at the glimpse of Evelyn's arm clamped around his like a vice.

It wasn't fair. None of this was.

The door slammed with a thud and broke my heart. Josh made no attempt to look back. He really did hate me.

I continued to stare at the door, my heart a hollow, empty shell.

Derek let out a low sigh.

He held his arms out in front of him, tiny muscles flexed under the fabric of the shirt as he stretched.

The sun shone through the windows and illuminated the room. I stared at his hair and the way it came to life in the light; the ends almost blonde while it got darker as the strands got closer to his head.

His lips pursed as he twisted himself and tried to get the kinks out of his muscles. I found myself stare at his amazing mouth again, almost reliving the kiss and the way we moved against each other, just like years ago. Back when we were happy, back when-

I shook my head in disgust.

No.

Things could never be the same.

We couldn't go back.

Derek stared at me with a confused expression, "What's wrong?"

I glared at him. Even after everything he'd done he still had the audacity to ask me that?

I fumed.

Because he kissed me.

Because he told Evelyn that he loved me.

And that he said we 'got along' when every second that we were together, all we did was fight. And because I couldn't get back together with Josh because his stupid ass decided to come back to town. And now I was stuck with him, married, forced to live together, with millions of contracts that basically state that if I make one wrong move, I'll have a large sum of debt over my head.