A/N: Heyyy Babes! Thank you for all the reviews and love, I really appreciate it. I love this story because Derek is just hilarious and Chloe is close to murdering him, and they have been married for less than a week! Lmao, this should be fun! Anyways, since Fanfiction won't let me post links in my stories, I posted links to the outfits on my profile so you guys can check them out there. I don't know if I am going to create all the outfits or if I am going to just link other outfit I have seen. Probably the latter. Oh and I realized there are 2 Ambers in the story, that was an accident but I am going to go with it. One is Chloe's friend and the other is Derek's ex (Amber Denison).

If I get a lot more reviews, that might give me the energy to get the chapters out sooner. (Hint Hint) XD

Anyways ENJOY!

I know this looks bad, but look on the bright side…Never mind there is none.

"Wake up Princess. Flight's over" Derek said as he poked my arm.

What the hell? Did he think I was dead or something? I have been awake for the last hour but I sat there with my eyes closed and my breathing even. Why? I don't want to talk to Derek. I yawned and fluttered my eyes open, and waited a few seconds for my vision to clear up. That's when I see Derek just staring at me with an impatient look. What the hell does he want now?

"Are you done pretending to sleep? Because I am ready to go home, you are welcome to remain on the plane if you want." Derek said as he got up from the chair.

We got on carry-ons and exited the plane then went to go get our other bags. It was really awkward because neither of us said anything to the other. We picked up our bags and I watched as Derek started to walk away, I quickly follow his so I can ask where the hell he thinks he is going.

"Where are you going?" I say weakly, I had actually intended for that to be said in a commanding and demanding tone but jetlag has screwed me over.

"To the car?" He answered with a confused look.

"Oh" I should have guessed that, where else would he be going. We were walked out of the front entrance and I saw a slick black car that was parked on the curb. There was a guy who was dressed as a chauffeur standing in front of it, like he was guarding it. We walked up to the guy and Derek took a paper out of his pocket and gave it to the chauffer.

"Souza?" the guy asked as he handed Derek car keys

"Yup. Thanks for waiting" Derek said as he slipped a $20 into the guy's hand and the guy gave a little bow and walked off.

"This is yours?" I asked as Derek unlocked the car.

"No princess, it's not. I am high jacking it, and that guy was dumb enough to give me the keys and I was dumb enough to tell him my name" He responded as he opened the trunk.

I sigh, "Can you answer a question without being sarcastic?"

"Nope, I can't. Now are you coming or are you going to continue contemplating my murder?" He asked as he picked up my suit case.

We got in the car and Derek started the engine, it silently got ready to be driven by this manic. I looked at Derek as he maneuvered his way out of the airport and on to the high way.

"How long till we get there?" I asked, and hoped he would answer without being a dickwad.

"Aw, the little princess gets car sick, doesn't she? The ride is a solid 60 minutes, so sit back and be quiet"

Of course, he answers like that. This is going to be a long car ride.

We walked into the house and my mouth fell open in awe. The house is beautiful and huge. It wasn't at all what I expected Derek's house would look like. I expected a house filled with equipment of torture that he uses on people after he reconstructs their face with his fists.

Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration since Derek is human…ish.

"There are 6 bedrooms excluding the master room, which is mine. You can use whichever one of the six, they are all furnished. Or maybe be I should make you sleep in the master with me" Derek said as he smirked and put my suitcase beside me.

"In your dreams Souza" I say then look away quickly so he won't see my face become a tomato.

"Fine then chose a room. And well this is my house, the rest is self-explanatory. Or do you need me to break it down?" Derek asked

"Whatever. I need to take shower so I am not going to be bothering you as long as you don't bother me" I say as I pick up the handle of my suitcase.

"May I join you?" Derek asked as he shot me a creepy smile

"You are disgusting." I say as I grabbed my stuff and started up the stairs. Now I was scared because I am a clumsy person, I can usually find something to trip on when I am on the ground. But now I am on the stairs, I prayed I didn't fall down the stairs as I reached the last stair and took a deep breath. I had bigger problems than Derek right now.

I had to tell aunt Laurent, she thinks I am flying back from Vegas today. I had to call her and tell her before she finds out on her own because then it would be much worse than if I told her.

The shower felt great and it eased my nerves about telling aunt Laurent about getting married to that dipshit down stairs. I opened my suit case, and I took out a black tank top, blue shorts, and black All-star chucks. I put my clothes on and put my strawberry blonde hair in a tight bun. I looked at my wedding ring, and grabbed it and shoved it on my finger. I grabbed my phone and sat down on the bed. I dialed my aunt's number and it wrung 3 times before she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Aunt Lauren? It's Chloe"

"Oh Chloe, Hi sweetie. How are you? Did you have fun in Vegas?"

"U-uh yeah. I need to talk to you about something but how are you?"

That fun came back to bite me in the ass

"Sweetie I am great. I helped deliver a baby to a teenage girl this morning. The children on this generation need to be careful what they do, if they know they can't handle themselves in case they get drunk, they shouldn't put themselves in that situation. Anyways, sweetie what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Uh-Aunt Lauren, please don't be mad at me. It was an accident. I don't know how it happened but it did. And now I can't get out of it or I will be black-listed from Hollywood forever. And I would hurt his tournament. I am so sorry. Please don't be mad at me." I gushed

"Chloe slow down! What happened exactly? Are you hurt? Are you pregnant? Did you get kidnapped?"

'What?! No! That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"I-I-I a-a-a-am m-m-mar-rried" I stuttered

Silent. She didn't say anything at all.

"You're married? As in marriage? As in wedding?" My aunt sputtered out

"Yes." I say quietly

"What the hell?! How the hell did that happen Chloe? Was this Rae's idea? Chloe why?"

"I am sorry. It was an accident. Please don't be mad"

"Who is he?" She says quietly, probably boiling inside

"Derek Souza. He is an MMA fighter. He is really successful and Aunt Lauren everything is going to be fine."

He is also an asshole, douche bag, arrogant, pain-in-ass, and the list goes on.

"That makes it better Chloe?" my aunt yelled

"No, it doesn't. And I am so sorry." I begged

"Where are you right now?" She said as she tried to calm herself

"His house..."I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard her scream

"HIS HOUSE! Chloe, what the hell? You need to file for divorce; you are too young and immature for this." She screamed

"Aunt Lauren, what do you mean 'I am too immature for this'? I am 21 years old! I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to take care of me. And I expected you of all people to put some trust in me. I made a mistake and I will fix it. And that hurts for you to think I am still a little 15 year old girl."

"Chloe—I—"

"Yeah that's what I thought." I hung up the phone and I am pissed. What's everyone's problem? I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to watch me. She said the same exact thing Dad said when I wanted to dorm in college. They both wanted me to stay home because according to them, I was fragile like glass Chloe who couldn't do shit for herself.

I am not the same fragile girl I was when I was 15, I can fend for myself. Everyone needs to leave me alone. I cried myself to sleep that night and I dreamt about my mom. God I miss her.

"Oh the princess can cook" Derek said from behind me.

I have decided that the best way to deal with Derek the asshole is to ignore him and maybe, just maybe, with the help of God he will go away. Then suddenly I felt arms wrap around my waist in the way a guy wraps his arm around a girl in the kitchen in the movies. And I screamed and jumped away, just to see Derek laughing his ass off.

"You asshole! What is your problem?!" I screamed as I put my hand on my heart in a failed attempt to calm my heart beat.

"Oh nothing. You are extremely skittish. Maybe you should see a psychologist about that." He said still laughing

I grabbed a table rag and threw it at him. Guess what happened? He ducked the rag and chuckled. He walked over to the eggs I had made and placed on the table and picked up a fork and started eating my eggs.

"Hey! That's mine! Make your own damn eggs. God! You have some serious issues, you need to deal with." I yelled. He just chuckled and continued eating my delicious eggs and Bacon. I turn my back on him and I start to make more eggs for myself, this time. Then I remembered what Simon had said about his tournament being this weekend so I decided to ask the douche whose face he will be using as a canvas.

"Who are you fighting for your tournament?" I ask as I sit across the table from Derek as he made a face at me.

"Why do you care princess?" Derek said as he reached for my bacon and I slapped his hands away from my food, and he shot me a puppy dog face with his big beautiful orbs. I roll my eyes at him.

"I care because I don't want to get black-listed from Hollywood and I need to know information about you so if I am attacked with ridiculously questions from paparazzi or your crazy fan girls." I say as I forked some eggs into my mouth.

"For the first round I am fighting, Ramon Ramirez. And the next rounds depend on who wins their first rounds. But since I am me, I expect to go to the final round." Derek said as he drank my orange juice.

"Oh. Well, have fun with that." I say as I take a bite of my bacon

"Well you will be having fun with me because if we are going to make the press believe this, you need to be at the tournament." Derek said as he finished his eggs.

"What?! Why? I don't want to watch you forceful give someone a facial reconstruction surgery." I say a bit whiny, Derek was making me tired with all his crap. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Too bad princess." He said as he got up from the chair and wiped his mouth with a paper towel. I looked at him as he got in the most graceful way. Derek was muscular, very muscular. Solid build; bulging biceps and a very nice back. Oh my, its suddenly hot in here, I think as I fan myself. Ohh my, that ass is…Oh God what am I doing? Am I really checking Derek out? Oh god.

"What are you staring at princess? Like what you see?" Derek asked as he smirked at me, I realized he was very aware of what I had been staring at, I turned red and looked away and I huffed at him.

"You wish Souza" I say as I get up to pick the dirt dishes from the table. He laughed and watched me put the dishes into the sink.

"How do you clean this house? It's huge. Wait a second, you probably have a maid" I continued as I shook my head disapprovingly. I might have grown up with a pretty well off dad and an overbearing aunt but that didn't mean that I wasn't taught to clean and take care of my own home.

"I don't have a maid." Derek said defensively

The house bell rung very loudly and Derek and I went to get the door. And when we opened it, there were three women standing there.

"Oh hello sir. We are here for you weekly appointment" the middle one says

"Oh come on in. I completely forgot that you guys were coming today." Derek said as he shifted me away from the door. The women walked into the house and split up to the respective places to clean.

"I thought you said you didn't have maids" I said accusatorily.

"I don't have a maid. I have 3 maids" he says as he jogged up the stairs.

"You're an idiot!" I yell as I start to walk up the stairs. The stairs felt like they took forever, Derek was waiting impatiently at the top. Those green eyes…..What am I doing?!

"I will tell Simon to give you your tickets to the tournament. Oh what the hell do you do for work?" Derek said ignoring my insult.

"Well I work at a restaurant at the moment but I am my vacation. Also I am aspiring to become a director and screenwriter and that's no easy task." I say, waiting for the judgmental look everyone gives me when I tell them I want to work in Hollywood. I don't get a judgmental but just one of curiosity. What was with him? Sometimes he is a douche bag and other times he is nice-ish.

"Well that's nice I guess. What are you going to do all day?" He continued

"I have to call my friends and tell them I am back and oh yeah tell them that I got married in the course of one weekend."

"Oh Okay? Well I have training till about 6 pm so ha! You can't murder me today princess." He said with his eyes glowing with amusement.

"Oh I decided I don't need to kill you in order to torture you. I have decided that I am going to redo the décor in this house and make it fit for a married man." I say with a devious look on my face. And I looked at the look of horror on Derek's face and I burst into laughter. I had finally found his weakness his precious house. Ha!

"You wouldn't." he says

"Wanna bet?" I say as I wave his credit card in the air. Derek looked at me and rolled his eyes and walked away. Ha! Finally

Score board: Chloe 1 Derek 3. I am gonna make my comeback better than Britney Spears.

"Chloe I can't believe you did that! I mean I would expect this from Melissa but not you!" Amber exclaimed

'Chlo, I am hurt, we never even met him and you married him. And you didn't even invite us!" Melissa said in outrage

"Guys I told you it was a spur of the moment thing; he asked right then and there and it just happened." I say knowing I was lying to my friends. I hate lying. I had no choice but to lie to them, only a hand full of people knows that I and Derek's marriage was a complete accident. If everyone knew, Derek and I are both screwed. Especially me.

"Okay I can't take it anymore! Chloe, Amber and I have seen you face and pictures of you all over the celebrity news channels. I can't believe you married Derek Souza! How did you guys meet? And why didn't you tell us you had a boyfriend who is smoking hot." Melissa gushed

"You guys knew and you didn't call to ask me what's going on?" I say a little hurt that they didn't ask for my side of the story.

"Well we assumed you would tell us when you felt ready, since I know you are feeling really guilty." Amber says reassuringly

"Well we need details! Tell us everything!" Melissa squealed

"Well it was in Vegas and He surprised me by telling me he was there. He just called me up and said I am in Vegas, lets hangout and stuff" I say, knowing I didn't sound the least bit believable or convincing.

"Oh Well. You married a gorgeous man! Wait, how did your aunt react when you told her? Or have you told her yet?" Amber said as her eyes narrowed at the last part. Amber agreed with my aunt's overbearing attitude, saying she only doesn't it because she doesn't want to see me get hurt.

"I told her and she went ballistic" I say without adding the part where I yelled at her for assuming that I couldn't take care of myself.

"Well you can tell us in the details later in a more private place." Melissa said as she looked around for what I supposed is paparazzi. I pray and hope they don't show up, Derek isn't here to save me from their vicious cameras.

"When are we going to get to meet your sexy husband?" Melissa continued

I roll my eyes; I completely forgot that Melissa was obsessed with Derek. I am sure Derek would like to meet on of his many fans.

"I don't know. He is really busy right now; he has a tournament and all this other stuff coming up." I say as I tried to come up with a valid excuse about why they can't meet Derek. I got nothing. Great.

"Ohh! Idea! We could come to his tournament if he could get us some tickets" Melissa said excitedly.

"Omigosh! You guys will never guess who is going crazy right now." Amber said as she laughed

"Who?" Melissa and I asked at the same time

"Amber Denison. She is going ballistic on her twitter feed. Like she just post like 2 hours ago, 'He will be mine forever, married or not.'" I froze at the sound of the woman's name, I knew who she was of course, she was a model who dated Derek off and on because she is a nutcase, and at least that's what Rae told me.

Ugh great, just what I need. I needed to have competition with a model. Just fucking perfect.

"Looks like you have competition Chloe. You can't let her subtly diss you and your hubs like that." Melissa said

"I don't really care about her and her opinions. I didn't even know who she was till this whole thing came up." I lied.

"Chloe you have to activate your twitter like now." Melissa squealed as her fingers flew across her IPhone

"Like why?" I mocked

She rolls her eyes and says "Well because you're trending!" She screamed

"What?! How?!" I say as I match Melissa's scream except mine was of horror not joy and amusement.

"Look" Melissa said as she shoved her phone in my face.

I read:

#MrsSouza #SouzaHasBeenCuffed #WhoIsMysteryGirl #AmberIsNotMrsSouza #ChloeSouza

Omigosh! It's only been 96 hours and I am trending. Derek is so dead!

"Chloe are you okay? You look a little green." Amber said worried. I look up and I start to see that people are staring at me and the girls. Shit. I looked around and knew that it would only take a phone call for the press to know I am here. I need to leave.

"Guys I need to l-l-leave before this place gets crowed and you know p-p-people get c-c-crazy." I say nervously as I get off my chair and put some money on the table. Melissa and Amber shared a weird look.

"Oh well I guess you're too cool to hang out with us now. I see how it is." Amber said quietly

"Guys, you know it's not like that. It's just that things can get crazy and Derek isn't here to save me from the press. Again" I blurted out. I looked at Amber and realized she was kidding.

"It's okay Chloe. I was just kidding. Maybe it is time you go home and go make dinner for your busy bee husband. Maybe let him taps that ass." Amber said jokingly.

"Whatever. Bye guys, sorry again for having to leave early." I say as I hugged them both.

"Don't forget the tickets Chloe!" Melissa yelled as I sped out of the restaurant.

Now I have a list of problems that cannot be solved without Derek.

I walked into the kitchen to get a snack and a little break away from Derek's little family. Honestly they were all really nice except Derek and his sister, Tori. They wouldn't stop bickering; Tori made snide comments about his choice of a wife and he made comments about how she should start adopting cats because that's the only living thing willing to tolerate her bitchy-ness. Then there was Liz or Eliza, Simon's girlfriend, and she was just a ray of sun shine in the darkness. She was happy, perky and lovable. I brought back some food and juice for everyone, because the way they are all going at the food, I don't think they realize how much they are eating. Not that it would matter for Tori or Liz, they have bodies of perfection while I have this.

"Derek, did you hear about what your crazy ex-girlfriend is doing on twitter?" Tori said as she picked up a cracker.

'I don't really care. And unlike you, I have a life outside social networking sites." Derek countered

"What has she been doing?" Kit asked

"Well she has been twitting about how Derek is hers, married or not" Liz answered

"Really? Crap. Derek you are making getting you good press extremely difficult." Kit said a little angry

"Yeah sorry about that." Derek said, though he didn't seem really sorry.

"Hey sister-in-law, Amber dissed you on twitter yesterday, what you gonna do about it? I mean come you are trending." Tori said with a mischievous look on her face.

"Dissing Amber is going to start unnecessary bullshit." Derek said

"Yeah but we can't keep her in a tight circle of just us, the press will smell the fear from across the world." Simon countered

"Chloe, everyone who is a fan of Derek wants to meet you. And you need to start answering the questions everyone is asking or they are going to think we are keeping you locked up." Kit said as he took a sip of his glass of water.

"I am not saying that you have to start doing interviews, but we need a way to feed your new fans information." Kit continued.

"Hey, I have an idea, how about she uses twitter? You can post cute pictures of each other which increases proof of your marriage, and stuff. Chloe do you have a twitter accountant?" Liz says excitedly

"U-uh-yeah but I hardly get on it." I say quietly remembering that Melissa and Amber had said something about that, oh yeah I need to remember to ask the person that I married while I was intoxicated, also know as the other word (husband) for tickets.

"Well here sign into right now, and we'll go from there." Liz said as she passed me Derek's Ipad.

I signed and I remembered that I had like 5 followers tops, and I looked into my account and the number of followers had increase by 5000 people. Holy shit. I hand the Ipad back to Liz.

"Ohh Great, its seems people have caught the drift that there is a Chloe Saunders out there. Okay lets change you name to Chloe Saunders-Souza." Liz said as her hands flew across the screen, typing.

Chloe Saunders-Souza. My new name.

"Now all we need to get the press's attention that you are one and only Mrs Souza is a cute and cuddly picture of you and Derek." Liz said as she smiled.

Oh holy hell. Shit. I looked around and everyone including Tori seem to agree, though it might have something to do with the evil smile on her face but who knows.

"Let me direct this photoshoot!" Tori yelled

God no. Please God no. I am an idiot for getting drunken.

"It will be your first of many Mrs Souza" Tori added with devious look.

"Okay Tori, Direct! Make them look gorgeous." Liz said with an Italian accent

"Okay. Chloe come sit on Derek's lap. And Derek put your arm around her waists when she sits down." Tori said as she clapped with enjoyment.

I have decided that I do not like Tori anymore.

"Why? Why can't I sit on the couch? He is not a couch." I whined

"Sit" Tori ordered

I obeyed with the hope that the faster I get it over with, the faster I can go hide in my room. I felt Derek's hand slip around my waist and I shivered a little.

"Great now, Chloe relax into Derek's shoulder. And look up at his face." Liz added

"Hey! Who's directing here?!" Tori protested

"Sorry! Sorry, Do your thing mama Tori" Liz teased

"Okay Liz, ready to take the picture?" Tori asked while trying not to giggle. Why the hell was she giggling? I don't like this.

"Ohhh WAIT! I have another great idea. Big brother would you kiss your wife for the picture? On the lips" Tori said with a devilish grin.

"WHAT?! He doesn't need to do that!" I half screamed

"Yeah he does. Now sit down and shut the hell up. And Come on Derek. Just one big fat smooch." Tori teased

I looked at for support, I got none. He just stared at me and Tori uninterestedly. Oh come on, the one time need Derek's sarcastic mouth, he decided not to talk. Dickweed. Great Derek was going to kiss me. Just fucking great.

"Chloe look into Derek's eyes—

I felt Derek lips brush mine, the kiss only lasted a second but it was weird. My stomach did a little flip from nervousness. I looked up at Derek again, at first he look completely blank then he smirked at me and licked his lips and I could probably guess what he is thinking.

"Aww, you guys are too cute!" Liz squealed

I blush and turn red, "Did you get the picture or not?" I say

"Yes and I just posted it on your account. Welcome to the life of popularity Chloe, it is gonna be fun" Liz said excitedly

No its not. Stupid Derek, and stupid Twitter.

A/N: Hey So what did you guys think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Review babes and thanks for reading!