Married To The Devil

Chapter Twenty

Okay, okay, I know I am a horrible person :P I hadn't uploaded in, what? Like two months? I am so sorry, you guys. Like genuinely sorry but you know the drill, college! It is a pain in the ass, I swear. Anyway, I still can't promise you regular updates but I can promise that I won't stop writing this story till it ends. And I really appreciate all the support this story gets. So Thank You to each and every single one of you. Silent readers, those who vote and those who comment...everyone.

Also, the Reynolds brothers in the picture and if you hate either of them (Colton Haynes or Matt Bomer) we can't be friends :P

Okay, not really!

Anyway, enjoy!

P.s: Sorry for any mistakes.

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D e v i l' s R e m o r s e

Damon carried on his work like nothing ever happened. Like the conversation we just had didn't happen. He was cool, calm and collected going over tens and tens of documents while just reading some and signing or commenting on others. And I sat there, silently running his words over and over in my mind. And every time I went over them, what sounded then like a pin drop was now resonating like sirens in my head.

He wants me to find someone else, Clarabelle. Another wife!

I clicked my tongue, exasperated, and stood up abruptly. With the swift motion, Damon's swift eyes snapped up to me and he stared. "Is something wrong?" He asked, putting down his pen and sitting back straight in his chair. "You seem... frustrated."

I was kind of frustrated and dreadful, wiping my sweaty palms on my dark jeans. "It's just..." I paused, clearing my throat and running a hand through my hair. "I was thinking about what you said and—"

And I was cut off by a door being open with intense force that I felt the air whip my hair in its wake. Damon rose up from his chair slowly as I turned to look at who had entered the office so decently. And for a moment there, I had a miniature heartattack when I found two stone cold eyes staring lividly at me. They were as if Damon's eyes staring like that at me. Only actually they were an older pair but of the same shade of blue.

Damon got into action immediately as he came and stood right in front of me, blocking me from his father's view. My heart skipped a beat when he took my hand in his and held it behind his back, keeping me close. It was weird, yet enticing, this protective side Damon was demonstarting.

"It is always a pleasure to see you, father." I heard Damon say while I peeked slightly behind his back. I have to admit that I felt like a meek mouse behind Damon and I hated it. But it was even more scarier to face the father himself especially when I knew what he had to say.

"Your sense of sarcasm always amuses me, son." Mr. Reynolds said, stepping further into the room. Looking at him though, there was not one ounce of amusement to his stoic features. "I see that tweety bird is back, isn't she?"

Tweety bird? Who the hell was he calling a tweety bird. Not that the creature was not cute. But I hadn't guess Mr. Reynolds meant to imply any complements there.

I was about to step out and stand next to Damon. But one sharp look my way from Mr. Reynolds had me cowering away.

So much for proving you're not a tweety bird, Clara.

Damon tightened his grip on me and held me firmly in my place. Both of us knew better than pissing his father off at this point. Damon, however, was not doing a great job at that.