The Marriage Deal.

Take Ten.

"All you are to me is a: pain in my neck. Thorn in my side. Stain on my blade. Blood on my knife. Been dreaming of her all of my life, but she won't come true. She's just my nightmare I woke up to." - Marshall Mathers.

10//

   We arrived at the place quicker than I thought we would. I was grateful, nonetheless. Simply because I could not sit in that car any longer with Derick. The deadly expression he wore made me wonder. What the hell was he pissed for? He should've expected something like that from me. I'll be damned if he thought I was just about to up and forgive him for what he did that night. It didn't go like that.

   I can say one thing so far: I very much appreciate the privacy of the place he and I had to live. Right about now, this place was swarming with paparazzi, calling out "the Adams are here!" whilst camera lights flashed wildly and went off like crazy. Derick told me to stay still until he got to my side and I obeyed. I wasn't about to step out of the vehicle without some male protection, either way. The crowd was going way too insane for that.

   As my hand fell into his, he gently helped me out of the vehicle. It was difficult to think that he was the same man who looked ready to murder me with his bare hands just mere moments ago. The click clacking of cameras became more feverish and plentiful, and so as I looked around, I made sure flash a smile in every direction. I felt myself flush against Derick's side and eventually his arm snaked around my waist. The crowd went even wilder.

   "Ugh, London! I hate you so much! You're married to Derick!" One fan, I think she was to us, shrieked over all of the noise rather dramatically.

   "Marry me, London! I'll give you the world, and my dick!" A male shouted. My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls. If I hadn't been strung up on Derick's addicting cologne, I would've sworn on my life that after that man's comment, his hold on me tightened.

   "Sorry, man. She's taken. And she's getting all of that, and way more. Trust me." Derick threw his reply over his shoulder, dismissively. If the girls weren't swooning before, they surely were now. My cheeks got considerably warm.

   "I love your dress, Mrs. Adams!" A woman exalted eagerly.

   "You two are the hottest couple of the year," Someone came right up in our faces, taking our picture. I tried to be polite and smile for a few, but his light was really bright. I would've been blind by the end of the night if they kept this up.

   Derick obviously had enough of the flashing because his steps quickened until we were right in front of the door. Everyone who passed through these doors had been checked off of on a list. I watched this man at the door pull it open for Derick wearing a megawatt smile, that looked like it belonged on a toothpaste commercial. He then looked at me and smiled too.

   "Mr. And Mrs. Adams. Please, enjoy your night." He bid us a goodnight and we both thanked him before stepping inside.

   The place was grand. It stole your breath away the moment you walked in and pocketed it. The place was packed with people who looked superior enough to be doing business with The President. And even with the place being filled with milling bodies, that didn't stop me from noticing it's beauty in full. This was the ballroom and in here had three massive chandeliers alone. So, I couldn't begin to imagine how many were in this place in total. Everything was gold and shiny, if not made of glass. Because I knew that I could be accident prone sometimes, staying beside Derick sounded like a good plan.

   Obviously, many other people had different plans. Derick and I were torn away from one another almost immediately. I was sucked into a crowd, and he was sucked into one himself. The crowd I was pulled into consisted of females only. Giddy females. I threw on a friendly smile. But I had no idea who any of them were.