Chapter 2 – The Devil Himself

Chapter 2 – The Devil Himself

His eyes went past mine. “Ashford,”

“Mr. Williams,” I heard my fathers voice tremble. I turned around to him. “My…my promise to you,”

Promise?

“Yes, I can see. I also see how my bride is not dressed yet.”

His bride?

“I’m really sorry Mr. Williams. She’ll see to it once,” my dad answered like a dog to his master.

My eyes squinted. Oh. I’ve been played.

I turned back to Mr. Williams and stepped closer to him. “My name is Vivienne and I am not your bride.”

I crossed him when he grabbed my upper arm and stopped me in my tracks. His eyes were dangerously settled on my dad. “Let go of me,” I gulped. His grip was soft but firm.

“Ashford, your cowardice is making me sick. You haven’t told your daughter the truth, have you?”

I knew it. He has been lying.

“Mr. Williams, I…please forgive me sir. I will tell her everything right now.”

I was staring at the man who assumed he had the right to hold me against my will. “I said, let. God. Of. Me.”

His eyes bore into mine. Gosh he was insanely handsome.

“Don’t be cute,” he let go of my arm and just then another pair grabbed me and dragged me to a room. The room seemed like a library filled with shelves of books. There was a cozy fireplace, a few comfy couches. There sat a table with a chess board on it. The whole place was screaming luxury. The furniture, the statues, the frames, the freaking paint. Who was this man?

“Dad, respectfully, what the fuck?”

“Watch your mouth with me. I didn’t lie to you. He will keep you safe and give you whatever you want. He is wealthy,”

“I don’t want to marry him,”

“I don’t think you have any say anymore,” he folded his arms.

Ugh. I wanted to push him away. I dreaded picking up his call. I hate this.

“Who is he?” he demanded.

“Your husband,” dad’s answers were starting to really trigger me. “I don’t think you quite understand the situation here. He is really powerful. If you marry him, you will be set for life, and my debt to him will be cleared.”

“Are you stupid?” I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Excuse me?” dad took an angry step forward.

“Do you really think you will be just free to go just because I’m marrying that devil? You really believe he’ll let go of his ten million that easily? Who am I to him?”

Dad watched me carefully trying to make sense of what I was saying.

“Exactly. I don’t mean anything to him. He doesn’t really seem the type to be desperate of a girl to marry. You, dad, have fucked your life and now you’ve fucked up mine.”

“You ungrateful piece of…” his eyes were shot with fury as he walked to me with his hand raised.

I was about to get slapped. Wow.

Again. The nerve.

He was almost there when he stopped dead in his tracks after hearing him.

“Tch, tch. I wouldn’t advise that Ashford,”

It was Mr. Williams. Did he stop dad to protect me?

“The ceremony is in thirty minutes. And I am a very impatient man. Get out. I need to have a word with my fiancé,”

I swear I noticed that smirk when he said fiancé. He’s deliberately wanting to get on my nerves. He’s playing me too. How dare he? Is he testing me?

“Very well,” dad gave me a final look as if to warn me not to do anything stupid before leaving.

“Vivienne,” his sultry voice echoed through the room. The way my name rolled of his lips seemed too natural.

“You know my name. I don’t know yours. Don’t you think that’s unfair?” I played strong and bold.

“Damon.”

“Who are you, Damon?”

He started walking towards me and I kept walking backwards because I wanted to maintain distance. He seemed too eager to close that. I stopped when I felt the wall against my back. The tension in the room shifted. My bold play, shattered. I felt like a sheep being stalked by a wolf.

“I am someone,” his hand went behind his coat and he pulled out a gun, “who loves to play.”

I gulped. “I am not a toy,” my voice came out weaker.

He smirked when he trapped me between his arms. His cologne hit me like a drug. I had never been cornered before. Especially not like this. My head couldn’t stop thrumming.

“You are mine.” He stated as his head lowered to my face.

He was too close. Too close. I didn’t know if I wanted to push him or not. Or if I was too scared too.

“Please, call this wedding off,” I locked my eyes with his dreamy ones.

“You are pretty and smart just like a Vixen.” He whispered.

I held my breath. “Please,” my voice was even quieter this time.

“I can’t. I don’t want to,” one of his hands found their way to my chin. He grabbed it lightly and held it firmly to lock my face towards him. “Go get dressed into your gown before I tear your clothes and put it on myself,”

I wanted to see myself right now to judge how I looked. If I seemed as scared as I was, or did I put enough act. His words were dangerous and vulgar but they still made me gulp.

“Am I clear, Vixen?” his eyes seemed emotionless when he stared at me. His face was so close I was having difficulty breathing.

Being the stupid stubborn girl I am, I answered with the most dangerous comeback I could come up with. “Fuck you,”