The Devil Named Deimos

Bugatti

I stand in shock. This is all I wanted two years ago. For Atlas to hold me in his arms and accept me as his. This was my dream. But I didn't feel happy, I felt uncomfortable. 

"She said she wasn't," Deimos steps closer to us, his voice level but his fists clenched, "so get your hands off of her." Atlas shoves me behind him unnecessarily, I stare at him in disbelief. He is acting like Deimos is a danger to me. 

"Who are you," Atlas spits out, squaring up to Deimos, "her husband?" I watch from behind Atlas, his hand keeping me behind him. I stand on my tippie toes, ready to jump out if anything stars to brew. 

I open my mouth to respond to Atlas' lame remark, but the Devil beats me to it. Deimos makes eye contact with me, his golden pools full of waves of emotions which I cannot decipher. 

"Actually," Deimos narrows his eyes at Atlas, "soon to be." My jaw drops, not expecting it all. The tension between them was nearly palpable and I knew something needed to be done. I look down to see Atlas balling his hand into a fist and I quickly jump to action.

I move from behind Atlas and push myself in between them. My back facing Deimos and my front facing Atlas. I press my hands against Atlas' chest and I can feel his unsteady breathing due to his anger. 

"Atlas," I attempt to be gentle besides my irritation at this situation, "calm down, everything is fine." He looks down at me, his eyes losing their fire once he notices my hands on his chest. I can feel Deimos' presence behind us, and I pray that he doesn't leave because of the show I am putting on to calm Atlas down. 

"I'm staying at The Plaza, room 802. Meet me there after the wedding, around midnight." Atlas takes one last glance at me, leaning forward he places a kiss on my cheek. Then, he turns and walks back into the venue building, leaving Deimos and I in silence. 

I turn around to face Deimos, letting out a sigh and running a hand through my hair. The wedding has barely begun and I'm already stressed out. Deimos' actions confused the hell out of me because it almost seemed like he was... 

Deimos doesn't look at me, his gaze is focused on the direction in which Atlas left. I take a step closer to him, but he still doesn't move his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him, and take one step even closer to him. I see the muscles in his jaw momentarily tense, but he keeps his eyes locked on the space behind me. 

"Deimos," I softly speak, letting his name gently roll of my tongue, almost like a caress. The sound of his name leaving my mouth grabs his attention and he finally looks at me, giving me all his attention. "What's wrong?"

"I think," Deimos' golden eyes bore into mine, paralyzing me, "I think I need a drink." With that, he walks away from me towards the open bar. His fast footsteps and rapidly retreating form tell me that I am not welcome to join him; so I don't. 

I am left frowning at myself, alone and confused.

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I kick my heels off in exhaustion. Letting my head rest in my hands, I rub my temples to soothe my headache. 

The wedding was a success, Leon and Jeremy were the happiest I had ever seen them be, and that was enough to make this a great night. They were off to their honeymoon now, leaving right after the wedding. The pair were so excited that they took off a half an hour before the wedding actually ended. 

I told them I would stay after to make sure the venue was cleaned up and all the guests left safely, which was what I was doing now, sitting on a white plastic chair. The workers were unplugging the lights and folding the chairs up, and the life which filled the venue just minutes ago was sucked out. 

Heels in hand, I walk on my aching feet to my car, desperate just to be home. The parking lot is nearly empty, containing a few of the workers' cars and mine. In the midst of a handful of Toyotas and Hondas, I see my baby Aston Martin; but I also see another strangely familiar car. A black, sleek Bugatti is parked in the spot across from my car, its engine running and headlights on.

Curious, but cautious, I approach my car slowly, attempting to get a look at who is behind the wheel of the Bugatti. I see a male figure seeming to be on his phone, rubbing his temples. Unlocking my car, I slide in and see that the sound and movement from my car caught his attention. 

He looks up from his phone and through the hazy darkness of the night I see two pools of brooding gold staring back at me. I suck in a breath as I recognize who it is. Why hasn't he left yet? The the wedding ended an hour ago. I tilt my head and give him a confused look, only to receive a blank stare in return. 

I press the start button in my Aston, waiting for it to rev up under my fingers; except it doesn't. My baby stays silent, refusing to wake up. I try again, but to no avail. 

"Fuck," I mutter to no one but myself, "c'mon baby, not now." I press the button one more time, and the car starts up only to show me the gas empty sign and turn off again. I hit the wheel in frustration and lean my head against it, tired from tonight's events and too exhausted to deal with something like this. 

A honk startles me out of my trance and my head snaps up and I meet the eyes of the Devil again. He nonchalantly gestures with his head for me to approach him. Exiting my baby, I stride towards his car, my shoulders slumped, and my hair begging to be put up in a comfy bun already. 

Deimos rolls down his window and I walk over, leaning down to be eye level with him. I felt my boobs being pushed to the front of my dress, but I couldn't find it in myself to mind. After all, it was fun to play with Deimos since he has such an effect on me. 

"My car won't start up and I don't-" I start to say in one breath before Deimos cuts me off with his husky voice. He sounded drained too. 

"I know," he paused and I gave him a speculative look, "when I was walking to my car I noticed your fuel tank was open and it looked like most of the gas had leaked out." I resist the urge to face palm at my own stupidity. Then a sudden thought occurs to me.

I had thought he had left the wedding an hour ago, but this new information makes me think that maybe he had stayed once he noticed my car might not have gas. That he might've been waiting for me. Just so he could drive me home. It was a stretch, but I found myself believing it.

"Hold up," I analyzed him, "the wedding ended an hour ago, why are you still here?" He simply stares at me, his golden eyes guarded, as if he is holding himself back from saying something.

"Get in the car," his deep voice commands as he shifts the car from parking to drive, ending the conversation and avoiding my question. But his lack of an answer is all the answer I need, and I run my grinning ass giddily to the passenger side, feeling my heart warm up despite the cold night breeze. 

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shorter chap than usual ik :\ 

but I promise you the next chapter will have some long waited juiciness to it. including a jealous, possessive Deimos who finally takes action.