A/N: Hey babes! Thanks for the reviews; you guys are like the best readers ever! I know I took longer than usually to update, I'm sorry but August is not a good month for me. I'm stressed with college apps and stuff. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YEAHBOY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dammit, it's my life not yours."
"Aunt Lauren, I thought you said we weren't going to discuss this if I agree to meet with you." I continued to push my food around at an attempt to pretend that I was eating.
"Chloe, how can we not talk about this? You got married for god sake! Give me a break, I have a right to be shock. You—"
"You don't really have a right to be mad, it's my life. I know what I'm doing, despite what you may think." I answered tight-lipped. Aunt Laurent lured me here with words about how she will try to be open-minded and listen to me without judgment. So far she has broken her promise.
"Chloe, sweetie you are too young. You're getting into something you don't know a thing about."
Now that hurt, not only did she reference my lack of experience in the relationship category but she threw it in my face to get her point across.
"Thanks Aunt Lauren, it's nice to know you think I'm dumb and can't handle myself."
"Sweetie, I didn't say that. All I'm saying is its too early in your life to be married. And for god sakes, you married someone that none of your family members know about. Not even your friends know about him." Aunt Lauren gave me that look of what she calls tough love. But I see it as the looks she gives to a 21 year old woman who she thinks can't handle herself without her auntie stepping in.
"How do you know they don't kn—"
"When you kept ignoring my calls I called Amber and I asked her if she knew anything about the guys. She said all she knew what that he was a famous MMA fighter." Aunt Lauren said cutting me off.
"What in the world possessed you to marry, of all people, an MMA fighter. Those men are unstable, they have been knocked around so much they think it's the natural thing to do." She continued
"That's nice aunt Lauren. I don't want to do this okay. It's my choice, and I'm sticking to it." Well I'm sticking to it till Derek's legal team figures out how we can end this as silently as possible.
"Chloe, Do you even love him?" Aunt Lauren was staring at me, hoping to find a second of hesitation so she can pounce on it and continue to pound on it till I give in.
Well that's a question I didn't expect. Aunt Lauren usually takes the logical road, I knew she would attack form the you-are-too-young-to-know-who-you-what-to-be-with- forever road and you-don't-even-have-your-life-setup-yet road. But for her to ask if I loved Derek was a flat out surprise.
"Yeah I do." I answered making sure to keep my gaze on my plate.
"No you don't Chloe. You don't and it's pretty obvious. So tell me the real reason why you married him then?"
Okay It's one thing for her to disapprove of what I do, but it's a complete other thing when she is trying to tell me who I love or who I don't love. I may not love Derek, I mean I don't even Like the guy most of the time, but the fact that I said I loved him should have been enough for her.
"Aunt Lauren, since you have decided to interrogate me like I'm a child who got caught doing something bad, instead of have a nice conversation over lunch, I'm leaving. I'm going home." I added emphasize on the word home so that should give her a nice shot of pain in the head.
"No! Chloe…..just wait…I didn't mean to yell at you. Chloe, sweetie, I'm just worried that's all. Your dad is worried too hun."
The part about my dad made me snort a bit, my dad and I have a different kind of father daughter relationship. Which consists of talking to him when either of us feels like it, awkward hugs on holidays, and just awkward days we spend together? It wasn't always like this, but my dad changed after my mom died. He just became distant, so that was where Aunt Lauren took over mom duty. She explained to me when I was about ten years old why my dad always seem distant and awkward around me, she said my mom was his world, he loved her just as much as she loved him so when she died, well a part of him died with her. I think the part of him that died with was the part that had the slightest bit of love for me.
"Of course, he is. I'm sure you've goggled Derek and sent a nicely complied links of why he should be outraged and furious."
" Chloe, I didn't…Look, sweetheart I'm just trying to see this from your prospective."
No she's not. All she sees is bad Chloe. Bad bad Chloe. The fragile 21 year old.
I spent the rest of the lunch talking about Derek since she decided she needed to know everything there is to know about him. She requested to have dinner with him soon, I attempted to shot her down but she would guilt me until I just said I would see if Derek had any spare time. When I drove home, I felt myself relax even as I knew Derek would be asshole as usually.
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"Dates? As in like going out with him?"
Okay they have got to be kidding me. Kit called me this morning to make sure Derek passed on his message. Derek did nothing of that sort. So now Kit is telling me that the legal team needs photographic proof that we actually dated before we got married and it wasn't some accident in Vegas. So according to kit, I had to go on a few dates with Derek. Just a few. Oh god, why me? Of all the rotten luck.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and I knew it was that asshole. I said goodbye to Kit and put my phone down. I walked towards the stairs to see Mr. Jerk face clad in black jeans paired with a white V-neck that emphasizes his long torso and his biceps. Oh god, I was staring at him. Again
"Hello? Earth Chloe?" Derek said, he was now in my face. Looking at me with that annoying smirk of his.
"Better yet stay in space." Derek walked pass me and headed for the kitchen way too quickly. He knew what was coming.
"Derek, your dad just called me. And he-"
"Really? What did he say?" He walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge.
"He said that you were supposed to deliver a message to me." I walk over and plant myself right in front of the fridge.
"Really? I don't remember." He bit into the apple he had grabbed from the fruit basket and set down the bottle of water he grabbed from the fridge.
"Something about dates Derek. I know you know what I'm talking about so stop acting dumber than usual." I was getting tired of the BS he always pulls. Like would it kill him to act like a normal human being?
"Dates? Chloe, are you asking me out? If you are, I guess I should remind you of that ring on your finger." He smiled his cocky you-will-never-win-this smile and I felt the urge to punch him in the face increase.
"You wish. Your dad told me about the pictures we need stupid, the faster they figure out how to do this without ruining my life, the faster I can pretend I never met you." That last part is kinda impossible considering how many people recognize me when I'm out or at work. Derek walked over to where I was standing and looked me square in the eye.
"Really? Princess? I thought we were finally falling in love. You just broke my heart." He said as he invoked every power his big green orbs on me, I actually almost felt bad till he opened his mouth again.
"But since I'm a nice guy, I forgive you." I felt the need to poke his eyes out. I give up.
"Why can't you be mature about this?" I asked, utterly frustrated that the guy couldn't have one serious conversation.
"Okay fine, I'll be mature and accept you invitation to the date but I get to choose where we're going."
"I didn't ask you out!" I yelled. He knew how to make me lose my cool in a less than 5 minutes conversation.
"Sure, sure. Go get dressed already." He said as he open his water bottle.
"Why?"
"So we can go on out lunch date that's why. You asked me out remember? Like 2 minutes ago?" He said calmly
"I didn't ask you out! I don't like you!" I screamed once again
"Fine, we'll pretend you're not madly in love with me. That means you should seriously stop the staring at me longingly thing."
I turned around and stomped upstairs, I could hear his laughter rumbling from the kitchen. And a part of me hoped he choked on his apple, so I could pretend I tried to save him.
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Being stuck in a car with Derek is not fun. He insists on having a conversation that has only 2 ways of ending; me yelling at him or me turning away because I was turning red. As we got into the car, Derek informed me that we would have to drop by the Telco HQ because there a meeting he was going to before I "rudely" interrupted his plans with a date because and I quote "totally want his full attention".
As Derek pulled into the Telco parking lot in, I looked at the building I had driven by so many times with Amber and Melissa but never got to go inside. Derek parked the car in a reserved spot, and I rolled my eyes at the little sign that said "Reserved for D.S.".
We walked in through the back, why? The douche wouldn't tell me. But I assumed it has something to do with his fans being nutjobs who are willing to try anything to get a picture with their idol. We got out of the car and I followed Derek to the 3-stair stair case that led to an elevator that opened when Derek pushed the button. When the elevator opened, Derek motioned for me to go in. I did after a few seconds of glaring at him for smirking at me for no reason whatsoever. When Derek stepped in, he pressed a button that said 15th floor. We waited for about a minute while listening to terrible elevator music. Derek was silent the entire time, which makes me suspicious because he seems to always have bad ideas whenever he is silent.
The elevator opened into a huge conference room with about 5 people in it. 3 of those people I recognized. Simon, Liz, and Tori.
"Hey bro, what up?" Simon said flashing a smirk that I'm sure mean something sexual to Derek who just rolled his eyes.
"Hey Chloe! I wasn't expecting you here but I'm actually glad you came. You can tell the guys how stupid their being." Liz said as she glared at Simon and Derek who rolled their eyes in sync.
I laughed and smile and took a sit next to her. Then did I notice Tori focused intently on a little poster in front of her. I felt obligated to say hi so I did, and I regret it.
"Hi Tori." I smiled at her, hoping and praying she would just say hi back and continue ignoring me.
"Hey sister-in-law, I'm surprised you can still walk." She said as she burst into laughter.
What the hell? Walk? Why wouldn't I be able to walk, if she was expect Derek to hurt me or something…..
Oh.
I felt my face turning into a fire truck, then a tomato. I looked over at Derek who was glaring at Tori.
"Okay it seems we're all here, Simon's perverted mind, Liz's ray of sunshine, and Tori obvious sexually frustration that she is taking out on others. Great we're all here. Let's get it over with." Derek said as he turned to the other lady who I'd seen but quickly forgot about.
"Nicole, status report on the projects." I looked at Nicole, and I saw her fix her blouse and pull on her hair a bit. I've seen that move before, Melissa did that around a guy that made her uncomfortable, but then we found out that she liked him. So Derek made her uncomfortable, and not in a bad way. I looked over at Derek who just kept looking at her while she filed through paper.
"Well urmm…uh… the writers on still working on the stories but they reported that they are having difficulty due to lack of a visual representation of the characters."
I heard someone snort, but I'm going to assume its Derek because well he is Derek.
"BS, I gave about 5 drawing to the character makers, last week. They should have at least one story." Simon said
"Well it seems your drawing lack inspiration brother." Tori smirked
Simon glared at her.
"What about the settings, all coded?" Simon asked
"Yes, all coded they are waiting for the characters to be developed so they can be coded." Nicole answered with looking Derek straight in the eye, but I saw sneak glances when she though everyone was deep in thought.
Someone had a crush on the boss. I didn't know whether I should laugh because she was nuts for wanting Derek that way, or I should be mad that mother nature couldn't leave one freaking guy to me alone. I just needed competition.
"We need new writers apparently." Simon said.
"Seriously, we need to get a move on this if we want this game to release in 2 months. It takes 2 effing days to encode one character and we have a shitload of characters in this game." Tori said finally looking up from whatever poster she had been staring at earlier.
"Writing team is screwing up big time. We need a new writer to give them a kick in the ass." Liz agreed
"I agree. Chloe would you like to be the writer doing the ass kicking?" Derek said, I watched a cocky smile play at the corner of his lips, but he successfully kept the smile at bay.
"Derek, don't just randomly throw her in this just because you're married to her." Tori raised her voice a bit higher than necessary.
"I'm not, she writes. I have her stuff and they are pretty good for someone who studied Business."
What the hell? How did he know I studied business? Only my close friends knew that. And how did he get his hands on my screenplays? We are going to have a long talk about privacy.
"Really? So Chloe, will you? It would be nice to have more girls in this testosterone dominated place." Liz beamed. I looked over at Derek and the look on his face dared me to say no to Liz and prove that I was easily intimidated by Tori.
"Urm, sure." I said very unsure as I saw Simon shoot me an encouraging smile, while Derek continued to smile at me.
"Nicole, give Chloe what she needs and make sure she sets a meeting to meet the rest of the writing team." Derek smiled at me while I fought my glare.
"Okay. Mrs. S-Souza can you follow me?" Nicole said
And That's how I joined the Telco writing Department.
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"So what are we going to talk about?" I asked Derek who was uncharacteristically quiet.
"I don't know, what do you want talk about?" He asked finally looking away from the menu.
Since we got to this restaurant, Derek has been quiet. Like he was expecting something. But I liked the restaurant, it had a tropical theme to it. I told Derek I didn't want to be dragged to some overly fancy restaurant, and he laughed, called me a wimp for being afraid of the paparazzi then picked a small Caribbean restaurant.
"What came I get for you today sir?" the waitress who had walked up to us said just as we noticed her. I looked at the blonde waitress and realized she was trying not to act star struck. So much for avoiding fans. I noticed her white button down shirt have 3 buttons undone, exposing a bit more cleavage than most waitresses I know would. That was 2 buttons more than needed for her job requirement since I am a waitress myself.
Damn whore.
Oh god. Why did I think she was a whore? I don't even know her. I had nothing against her.
I mean I don't like Derek so that made him fair game to every girl in the world.
The ring on your finger would disagree with that statement.
The voice was back. Dammit
"…mahi-mahi and rice. Chlo? Chloe?"
"Huh?" I blinked because I had forgotten I was in a public place and I spaced out. Great.
"Your order miss?"
"I'll have-" I looked down at the menu and picked the first thing that I saw "the fried flying shrimp with the white rice."
I looked over at Derek who raised an eyebrow at me. The waitress asked for our drinks and left after leaving Derek with a bubbly smile.
"You chose the first thing you saw didn't you?" Derek guessed
"No." I said much too quickly
"Mmhmm sure. What do you want to talk about?"
"You." I said squinting at him
"Me? Still looking for more things to add to your list of things I love about Derek I see." He smirked
"You wish. We're supposed to get to know each other Derek, so let's both be matured about this. If we're both act mature, this will be over much faster." I negotiated
"Fine, fire away princess."
"Okay, urm… I don't know, okay so you're adopted right?" I asked
"Yes.." I think he is getting suspicious, he thinks I'm going to ask him something he doesn't want to tell me then I will say "I'm your wife, should tell me everything" if he doesn't answer.
Well he was right.
"What happened to your real parents?" I asked quietly, hoping that my use of a soft tone would help.
"I don't know. And I don't really care. They gave me away so why should I care what happened to them?" Derek said apathetically.
I frowned. I understood the fact that he is kinda hurt that they gave him away but, it could have been for a reason like they couldn't take care of him or something. He can't just assume they dumped him because they wanted to.
"Yeah they gave you away, but that doesn't mean they did it because they wanted to." I looked at Derek as he frowned. I continued staring, watching what I just sink into his thick skull. Based on the look on his, he probably hadn't thought about it that way.
"You don't know either. SO why a-"
"So why not give them the benefit of the doubt? Hmm? Instead of assuming. Give them some credit, if they never gave you away, you never would have met the family you have now." I argued.
He rolled his eyes, "Since you seem to be an expert of the after-effects of adoption on adoptees, we'll talk about something else."
Our waitress appeared beside the table with our food and drinks. She turned to Derek, gave him a big bright smile, and put his food in front of him. Then she turned to me with a not-so-friendly smile and placed my food down. She turned back to Derek to, I'm assuming to expose more of her cleavage, but she was met with Derek staring/glaring at me. She left when she saw no in way.
"Well, she was pretty, wasn't she?" I was trying to side track Derek because now that I just got in his business, he is going into mine. Although I think he already knows since he had a background check done on me. But he is still going to attempt to use it as torture mechanism.
"Who?... The waitress? Yeah she was very pretty. I like her shirt." He smirked when he said the word shirt. I roll my eyes because I watched him the entire time the waitress was here without food, he did not once look up away from glaring at me.
"I'm sure." I sighed "Just ask away Derek, I know you're mentally compiling a crap load of questions for me so just ask away."
"Okay, fine. Why do you like writing so freaking much? Why do you let Tori freak you out? How did the meeting with your aunt go? She still wants to kill me? What I-"
I laughed, "Derek when I said ask away, I meant one by one not all of them at the same time. I like writing because well I don't know, I like creating characters, bringing them to life on a paper or screen. Tori, doesn't freak me out, I just don't want her to hate me ….more than she already does."
"Okay, what about your family and stuff?" he said as he forked some food into his mouth.
I frowned, "You already know everything there is to know about it."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Why is your aunt so damned clingy? I don't know the woman yet but I figured out enough to know she's really clinging onto you."
"She's not clingy!" I shot back, way too quickly.
"Defensive much?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
So Sexy
No its not! Great, now I'm yelling at myself.
"I'm not defensive. I'm just really….protective of her. It's not like she did anything great like you know, taking care of me when there was no else to do so. Or putting up with different phases of my life. Yeah She totally hasn't done anything worth protecting her over." I looked down at my fried flying shrimp and thought about what aunt Lauren would think about me eating this unhealthy food. My aunt has been on a health kick for the last 8 years, that of which she forced upon me.
Why didn't I pick something with chicken in it? Don't get me wrong, it looks good but I have had a traumatic experience with shrimp that involved really bad food poisoning and throwing up for days, and I really don't want to relive it.
"Relax princess, I'm not attacking your precious aunt. I'm just curious about why you let her control you so much." Derek shoved a fork full of whatever the hell he was eating into his mouth before I answered.
What?! If she controlled everything about me, I wouldn't be here asshole. If only I said that.
"I-I don't let her control-l me." Even I didn't buy my own lie.
He smirked, he smelled victory. "Oh you don't? Well back in Vegas, I heard you and your friend freaking out about you were going to tell aunt Lauren about you getting drunk. So I would say you care a little bit too much about what people think and say, and you care way too much about your aunt's opinion on your life"
"Don't you care about you family's opinion?" I shot back angrily
"Of course I do, but there's a limit. And my decisions are decided by me, not my family. They can give advice but they are in no place to force me into doing things."
They don't force or attempt to do that because you're a 6ft monster who happens to know all the weak part of the human body. And shockingly knows how to decapitate a grown man. Who would force you into anything?
"Yeah whatever Mr. Perfect. Anything else you need to know? Never mind, let me rephrase that. Anything else that you already know that you still want to ask me about?" He pissed me off. He thinks he is so damn perfect with his big green orbs, shiny jet black hair, sculpted body and unwanted advice. No he is not! Damn him if he thinks so!
"I don't know. What don't you ramble off some things? No BS either, I will find out." He said as he took a sip of his drink.
"Ugh fine. My name is Chloe, I hate you, urmm what else I was born and raised in New York. I have 3…4 best friends named Melissa, Rae, Amber and Nate. I grew up with my aunt, she's been there for me after my mom died. I can't imagine my life without her. My dad's almost never around. He travels a lot for his business . It's not his fault, things haven't been the same since my mom. I guess being around me doesn't feel the same anymore." I felt as if I was making excuses for my dad but I felt like I had to defend him from Derek's brutality.
"When did your mom die?" He asked quietly
"She died when I was 6 years old… I-I don't rem-m-member much about her. Just the songs she used to sing to me." Slowly I realized that I haven't spoken about my mom in years. Everyone in my life had told me to move on from it, but never to confront the feelings that years of therapy had hidden in my brain. I felt random picture flash back into my head. I remember asking my dad where my mother was. I remember screaming like hell as they put my mother into the ground. I remember how I refused to eat for days until I saw my mother. I didn't want to believe she had died, and left me alone to the devices of her crazy protective sister and emotional challenged husband. I felt hot tears sting my eyes, the traitor tears threatened to escape my eyes. I would not cry I told myself, at least not in front of Derek. As I closed my eyes and attempted to blank away the tears, as they fell I fought hard against the sobbing. I felt a hand on mine, but I didn't look up. I kept my head down and fought against the tears that were already rolling down on my face. The hand squeezed mine hard.
" I'm sorry Chloe, didn't mean to do that. I-I really shouldn't have asked that. I'm sorry. We can leave if you want."
I looked up after I wiped the tears away from my face. I looked up at the guy with the beautiful green orbs staring at me in what I assume is his version of remorse.
"It's okay. You didn't know I would burst into tears in a public place. I guess..well I don't know what I guess."
He didn't let go of my hand. I looked over at his hands over mine, and my stomach did a little flip. I put my other hand of his and smiled a little. But I'm pretty sure it came out a grimace, not a smile.
"I really am fine Derek. I just have a lot stuff that I never dealt with in my life. I just expected them to go away like they never existed."
He moved his hand off mine, and my hand suddenly felt cold immediately missing the warmth of his big hands.
"Everyone has their baggage princess." He said softly
"Now that my water works are done. How about you tell me about your daughters?" I said, wanting so badly to change the subject away from me.
He rolled his eyes, "What about them?"
"Well for one, most 22 year olds don't think about attempting to adopt kids."
"How did you know I wanted to adopt them?"
"I got my ways too pretty boy, so spill." I say, fighting a smile.
"Most 22 year olds are world champs either, I like Incy and Iyzo, and they are nice girls in need of a permanent home. Not that bullshit foster system."
"Oh, you just like them Derek? You can admit that you love them to me. I won't ruin your tough guy reputation." I said fighting laughter this time. It's weird how he just brought to the tears and now I'm laughing because of him.
"Yes princess I like them both. But I'm not the only one who is afraid to say I love someone. Miss pretend I don't realize that my guy friend has a crush on me. If you didn't know I'm talking about Nate." He said Nate's name like it was a bad word that inferred something disgusting.
I turned to a tomato.
"I-I-I-I d-d-don't l-l-love Nate. We're just friends, never been more." I say through stutters
"Maybe that's how it is for you, but it is much more than that for him Chloe." He said
"You have no proof." I glared. Why does he have to ruin everything with his mouth like. We were totally having a moment there and he ruined it with his big fat mouth.
"Oh okay? Evidence one; at the impromptu party when you went to get the balloons for that mentally degrading game, when you came back and planted your little ass in front of him. He took notice of your urmm outfit, miss tight skinny jeans that emphasizes very nice parts and tank top plays peek-a-boo with your eyes, and reveals way more than you think, if you were trying to get him to stare at your ass I would say you were pretty successful."
So he thought I looked nice? At least that was what I got from what he just said, well dammit I'll take I can get. Then I said something stupid.
"You were staring at my ass?"
Derek's face drained of all emotion as if he went through everything he just said, and then he glared at me. He was mad that I picked up on the fact that he had been staring my ass. A little smile tugged at the edge of my lips, I really don't know how I should respond to this but I'm going take the opportunity I get to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"You wish princess." He rolled his eyes but I saw victory on the horizon.
"But you were since you noticed how tight my pants were, funny Derek. You like what you see huh? Interesting, last I heard I wasn't your type. Guess I'm, at least my ass is."
"You—ugh. You're annoying." For the first time ever Derek Souza looked flustered. Interesting.
I laughed loudly, "Omigosh, Derek you're in love with me. Awwh, how cute. I knew you couldn't resist me forever." Okay now I was just thinking of all the crap and BS he had said to the he pass few weeks.
He just glared at me. And I laughed louder.
"What else did you notice Derek?"
"Are done changing the subject? The subject was your friend's eyes wondering up and down your body. Not me."
"So you admit it?"
"There's nothing to admit, except that you are aware of the fact that Nate likes you, and he doesn't seem to care that you're married."
"Nate feels nothing for me. Since we are talking about people who have things for us, when are you going man up and tell me about Amber Denison! She is twitter-choking me with her #He'sMine and BS." I had been meaning to ask him about her.
"There's nothing to tell. Amber is crazy and you should really not respond to her, it'll just fuel her mental fire or more commonly known as dementia." He said expressionlessly
"If you think she is crazy, then why did you date or as I was told engaged to her?" I asked a little pissed now. Guys always do that, whenever they break up with a girl and she goes crazy they say she is just nuts. Don't even think she was just hurt. And over-reacted a bit.
He glared at me, "First of fucking all, I never got engaged to Amber, it was a fling that she wanted to be much more, and I didn't want anything close to that. Amber is nuts, she was clingy as hell. I would never put a ring on a girl's finger because women bring drama, and I seriously don't want or need that." He said with a pissed off face.
I pointed to the ring on my finger and looked at him, "That doesn't really count because you got that ring while we were both ridiculously drunk." He said coldly
Now it was my turn to glare at him, "So you plan on never getting married? Yet you're trying to adopt 2 young girls. Girls need mothers in their lives, unless you know how to deal with a girl's first period."
He frowned for a second, which told me he hadn't seen it that way before, "That's what Liz, and Tori are for."
"Yeah sure Derek. You can't right off every girl because of one or in your case a few." I say
"You don't know her, she is nuts. She started coming up with names for our kids, like what the hell? Who does that? And I had only been dating her for like 3 weeks then."
Okay That is kinda creepy but still.
"That doesn't justify writing off every single girl."
"Whatever Chloe, I'm not having this argument. I mean why does it even matter to you, you're already married to me." He said angrily
Okay so I pissed him off, great. It's pretty obvious that Derek has trust issues.
"Are you mad?" I asked stupidly
"No I'm not." He grumbled
"Let's talk about something else." I say, trying to go back to the moment when I was teasing him.
"What do you want to talk about?" He was still glaring at me.
"Who named Iyzo since you found her?" I asked, hoping the thought of the adorable little girl would ease his anger.
"Mary, I'm not good with names. I did give her the nickname since her full name is a damned mouthful."
"Oh. Well I like her name, its unique and pretty. Why is she so shy?"
"I don't know, Mary thinks it's some deep rooted psychological problem that developed due to moving around in the foster system. It took a lot of work to get Mary as their foster mother."
"I'm confused, a lot of kids are adopted especially when they are small and not to mention adorable. Iyzo is the total package." If I was looking for a child to adopt, I would adopt her in half a heartbeat.
"Well Iyzo has really bad asthma so she is considered damaged goods to adopters."
"Oh, that's sad."
"Yeah it is but that's how it works. Are you ready to go? I'm ready to get the hell out of here."
I looked down at my food and realized I had eaten more than half of it while I was talking/arguing with Derek who was now taking out money. The waitress who had attempted to flash Derek was back with her perk-a-licious smile. She smiled the entire time she stood there which tempted me to pour my soda on her head.
But of course I didn't.
We left the restaurant and we drove home in silence, which definitely meant Derek was still mad. Ugh great.
Derek pulled into his enormous drive way and parked the car. We both hopped out and Derek open the main doors and we walked into the "house", commonly known as mansion.
I stood at the bottom of the stair case and waited for, well I really don't know what I'm waiting for but the date just felt so incomplete. Derek walked over and planted himself in from of me. Again.
"Want me to walk you upstairs?" He asked solemnly
"Uhh yeah, sure." We walked up the stair and walked to my room. We both stopped at me door. Then I suddenly realize why the date felt incomplete; he hadn't try to kiss me.
"I don't kiss on first dates." I blurted out stupidly
"Really? Because you did much more than kiss me when I first met you."
"I was drunk! You can't hold me on what I said when I'm intoxicated." I half yelled, since we were in the house now I can yell if I want to.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You did more than that and you loved everything about it."
" I don't lo-" I felt Derek lips crash down on my lips, kissing my lips hard. I Felt his hands wrap around my waist. Before my brain could comprehend it, my lips moved against his.
Then I realized we were kissing.
Derek pulled away and I swear a little whimper escaped my lips, my heart was pounding. My stomach is settling.
"Good night princess, sweet dreams." He said as he strode off to his room.
I couldn't breathe, all I could taste was Derek mouth on my lips.
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I woke and made breakfast for Derek and I. Although he still took some of my breakfast. Later in the day, I decided to watch one of my favorite movies "Inception" on my Ipad. 15 minutes into the movie Derek bounced into the couch I was sitting on.
"What are we watching?" He asked cooly, as if he didn't attempt to shove his tongue down my throat.
"I'm watching Inception so go away." I didn't want to talk about what happened on our date.
"Ohh Inception is awesome, loved that movie."
"Derek go away." I said a bit whiny.
"Chloe I know what happened last night is weird but it is what is so deal with it. In fact, I have an awesome way for you to learn to deal with it."
I don't know if I should listen to him, it sounds like a trap but since he is ruining my movie, I'll bite.
"Okay how do I do that?"
"Close your eyes and don't peek." He said
I did as he said and prayed he wasn't going to like spray me with something gross.
He told me count down from 30.
"30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 2-" I felt Derek mouth on my lips again, except this time it was gentler and it didn't take long before my lips responded back to him. He continued to kiss me, our mouths fighting the war for dominance over one another. His hands were on the small of my back, how in the hell did he changed positions so quick I will never know. Derek started to push me back on the couch, he was hovering over me as I lie on the couch. '
"Derek….I don't want to do that." I gasped as I felt his warm breath move from chin to my neck.
"Oh relax, I'm not going to do anything…much." He said as he kept kissing my neck.
Derek started to nibble on my neck as his hand wondered up my spine, sending shocks of electricity up my spine. I felt my eyes start to roll back a bit, because Derek's hands were every freaking where. And he was kissing every part of me. He kissed my neck, my throat, my ear, and my cheek. He slowly planted kisses down my throat and planted the last kiss on my right breast. And I jumped afterwards. This wasn't fair, he was manipulating me with sexual touches and stuff.
I should have stopped him. I should have screamed when his hands went up my shirt. I should have punched him when he played with the zipper of my shorts. I should have slapped him when he kissed my stomach. I should have kicked him when he made me moan. I should have said something when I saw my shirt being thrown on the floor. I should have ran when he unbuckled my bra and took of my shorts. I should have, I should have, I should have.
But I didn't.
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