The Devil Named Deimos

Damaged

Sorry folks, issa long one :) 

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My eyebrows furrow, and my lips settle into a frown. Even though our parents were the one who thought of the idea, Deimos was the one who officially offered it as a business deal; yet he is the one taking his offer back. I couldn't help but be a little pissed, it's highly unprofessional to take back an offer. 

It was strange how quickly his behavior had changed. He was so playful and teasing, something he rarely shows. Then the minute I opened the slip of paper from last night, he flipped some sort of switch. 

"And why is that, Mr Themis?" I cross my arms in front of my chest, not going inside my apartment until he gives me a reason.

Deimos' dazzling, gold eyes keep flickering with different emotions and they disappear just as fast as they appear, leaving me no time to understand him. 

"I was almost sure you were going to deny the offer, Aurora." Deimos looks me straight in the eye, and the intensity makes me internally shudder. I hate the effect he has on me since I can't seem to elicit any type of response from him. He makes me go mad. 

"I prefer Ms. Vulcan actually," I tell him, keeping my face clean of any emotion just as he is. Two can play this game. The Devil just doesn't know how much of a demon I can be.

His jaw clenches briefly at my correcting statement, and my insides jump in victory.

"Nevertheless, it's for the best," he decides. Deimos' eyes are already shifting back towards his door. "The marriage portion of the deal was a risk, it could drive our companies to success or to ruin. And frankly, I'm not interested in taking that chance with you." His voice is stone cold, and it nearly makes me flinch. 

Lowering my eyes, I understood the message behind his lightly sugar coated words. He would've went through with the deal, but marrying me was the deal breaker.

It hurt, especially since I had let myself become the slightest bit closer to him. I guard my heart carefully, yet he had started to lower my defense.

"I can't bring myself to respect a business man who doesn't take risks when needed." Straightening my back and staring him in the eyes, I continue, "but that just means I'll have to find another CEO who will."

My words did not radiate fire, they were not coated in ice, but their target was his heart and ego.  

The muscles in his cheek twitched, not in a smile, but in anger. I was living off the emotion he was showing, and his anger did nothing but feed me. 

"Good luck with that, Ms. Vulcan. I'll have no problem finding your replacement, as almost everyone else shows me more respect than you do," he explains.

Deimos' eyes glazing over with frost, and freezing me to my core. His words felt like shards of glass. My replacement. 

"I only show respect to those who earn it," I snap, making sure to have the last word in this conversation.

It wasn't a heated argument, but my insides were certainly on fire. Then again, that might just be because I'm with the Devil, and he brings hell everywhere he goes. 

Turning around, I swiftly open my door and enter my apartment. Without a second glance at his frustratingly, stoic face, I slam the door. 

The Devil can go fuck himself with his damned trident. 

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I end the fourth conference call I've had this day, and flop onto my couch.
I skipped going to the office today and decided to work at home. I was the boss, after all.