Married To The Devil

Chapter Twenty One

Hey, guys, sorry this is short but I wanted to post this to step up this story a bit. Chapters will go back to normal length after this one. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep those comments coming. Most of them crack me up while others divert my attention to details I missed while writing this story. Thank you all for letting this story reach almost a 100k reader right now. I never would have imagined.

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D e v i l' s A r r e s t e d

It had been a week since everything went down between Mr. Reynolds and his sons. It was quite peaceful in that week, though. Except that Damon and Xavier barely ever talked. And that was not a new thing. But this time, the silence between them was charged with something more than tension. Something I didn't really wanted to know what it was because this time, as well, Xavier was not talking to me either. And, to say the truth, I felt bad. Probably, he was blaming me for everything. And I didn't think he didn't have the right to.

Damon, on the other hand, realized how miserable everything that went on had made me. And Xavier barely acknowledging me was not helping my case. It was not that I had some sort of intimate affiliation with Xavier or something. It just felt like losing a best friend. Since Xavier was the closest person I had to a best friend. Besides, if Xavier wasn't blaming me, I were blaming me.

"Here, look," Damon said with a cheerful tone, coming into the bedroom and instantly crouching in front of me, "remember these little buddies, ha, ha?"

Damon was trying! He was really trying to cheer me up or put me out of my depression. For a week, he abandoned his elegant suits and matching ties and stuck to casual shirts and jeans. He always took me places like museums, restaurants and aquariums. And for a bit of that time, I forgot stuff for a while especially that I was with him the whole time. Today, Damon had bought those same special cupcakes he got for my birthday.

"Done by Matilda herself!" Damon told me as if I didn't know that before. He smiled up at me, a dimple showing at one side of his cheek. It was weird, this change he got in. He barely ever got angry with me anymore and he was starting to display more patience with me than ever. It was a good kind of weird and for that I was trying my best to show him that his attempts were working. I didn't want to be a bitch to him after he started changing. "Come on, Clara. Have one."

"Well," I started, picking a chocolate cupcake and taking a nip of it, "thank you!"

"Anytime." Damon replied, watching me take another bite. The cupcake, as I remember it, tasted heavenly and I more than loved it. But this time it, and everything else at that, seemed to taste bitter.

I was acting like a grumpy person and I hated it. But I couldn't help it. So much had happened in less than two weeks. From finding out that Kate was never my actual mom to discovering that my Dad cheated on his wife with her own sister. I mean, I loved the guy to pieces but how sick was what he did. Then to this whole deal with Gregory Reynolds. And now, Xavier. Also, I still had to find my mother. That is, if she's still alive.

Damon sighed, putting the box of cupcakes on the bedside table and coming to sit next to me on the bed. "Clara," he began, tucking my hair away from my face so he could see me, "do you want me to let you go?"

My eyes snapped up to meet his cerulean ones. And in that moment, I might have seen a glimpse of the Damon he was before his brother and family died, before his family was torn apart. He looked like a child right then and there. Genuine and innocent, nothing underlying his question.

"I mean, I try to make you happy," Damon said, "and although I succeed, you seem to go back and get worse. If you want me to let you go, if you want to get away from all of this, you can. And I won't stop you. I won't look for you if you don't want me—"