Destiny Keeps Getting in the Way

“How the fuck did I get into this mess?” I grumbled as I changed in the bathroom getting ready to go to sleep with my ‘husband’.

“You fell in love with that bastard.” I yelped and turned around in a jump and found Devlin smirking and leaning against the door frame looking all cool and shit.

“Just because you’re my pretend husband doesn’t mean you get to see the merchandise!” I growled in a whisper and slammed the door on his face.

When I looked in the mirror I saw that I was burning red from embarrassment. When I got myself together and into the change of clothes Devlin gave me, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom I was sharing with him.

He was taking off his shirt as I walked in. I couldn’t help but to stop and admire. His rip muscles moved from his back. Not bad, not bad.

I turned away before he would notice I was admiring. I saw him get under the covers.

“HEY, where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked stepping closer to the bed.

He grinned widely.

“Oh, no, nope, I’m not sleeping in the same bed with my kidnapper!” I snarled.

“You did sleep with your other kidnapper, what difference does it make now?” He narrowed his eyes. My mouth was slightly open at his bluntness. Before I could stop myself I threw a punch aimed at his nose but he caught it in time.

He twisted and my arm went the same way. I bit my scream because I didn’t want to wake his grandparents who weren’t at fault for their grandson growing up to be a mobster.

Devlin crawled on his knees to the edge of the bed to where I was, he still has hold on my arm and I was eating the agony. I tried to glare but he had a firm grip.

“Listen, you will obey me. I will not hesitate to kill you.”

“I’m no good to you dead.” I said with a smart-mouth attitude. I yelped when he pulled me down to the bed and he towers over me. Our face inches from each other. My heart ready to beat out of my chest and I grew red because I knew he could hear it. It was beating so fast because I was afraid of him.

The cold look in his eyes scared the fuck out of me.

“You’re right, but I can torture slowly.” He whispered. “Or I could just let Shane have his way with you and trust me… he wants you bad.”

“Yeah? Well, I would bet I would have more fun with Shane than I would ever have with you.”

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before breaking into a sly smile. His face moved down my neck and I felt his hot breath and goose bumps formed. I heard him chuckle because of the reaction my body took.

I almost screamed when I felt his lips on my neck. I tried to push him off but then he took my wrist and kept them to my sides. Slowly my body stopped fighting him as he kissed me.

“Okay, I get it, get the fuck of me.” I whimpered yes, whimpered, I felt so pathetic.

Devlin pulled out with something in his eyes that I identified as lust.

“I was just getting to the good part.” He smirked as he rolled off of me. I immediately got off the bed and rubbed my neck with my hands. I had goose bumps all over.

“I hate you.” I said.

“Me too, but I can’t deny that you would taste good.”

“Fucking pig!” I snarled. Going back to the bed. I lifted the covers and got under them. I turned so that my back was to Devlin.

The smell of the country really helped me relaxed as I went to sleep. It was a long time since I’ve actually had a good night sleep.

Waking up the next morning I didn’t expect myself to be so wrapped up… around Devlin’s body. His steady heartbeat woke me up slowly.

---Devlin O’Brien---

In the middle of the night Melinda scooted closer to me. Her arm went around me and her legs entangled with mine.

I held her closer to me. Her skin was so soft, even though it had been weeks since she probably showered but she didn’t stink.

In the morning I woke up around six am but Melinda was still asleep. Her head on my chest. She looked like an angel as she slept. I didn’t want to wake her. I wanted to stay like this for a little while longer.

Her body was warm and I liked the feeling of her skin against mine.

“Nathan.” She mumbled in her sleep and I felt my blood boil. “Devlin.” I heard her say and my heart skipped a beat. She said my name.

Was she dreaming about me? Because I certainly dreamt about her. It was her and chocolate syrup, yes kinky, but I am a man after all.

I heard her yawn.

“What the fu…?” She trailed off. She lifted her head of my chest in less than a second. Her eyes wide and her cheeks burning crimson. She was embarrassed. I couldn’t help but to smile. She looked so adorable.

“Had a good sleep?” I asked.

She glared. “Don’t worry, this will never happen again.” She threw the covers over and got off the bed and walked out of the room.

A few seconds later she came back in.

“Where are the towels?” She had her hand on her hip. She looked so cute mad.
I pointed to the wardrobe next to her. She opened it and got a towel and a change of clothes. A few minutes later I heard the water running, by now I was changed into a pair of torn jeans a white shirt and a plaid shirt over it.

I walked out of the bathroom.

“Before the story begins is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time. We were more than friends, before the story ends, And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design. Our love had been so strong for far too long, I was weak with fear that something would go wrong. Before the possibilities came true, I took all possibility from you”

I didn’t recognize the song, but she was singing. She was good. Not bad. I stayed to listen a little longer.

“Almost laugh myself to tears ha hahahahaha conjuring her deepest fears come here you fucking bitch! Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times, I can't believe it, Ripped her heart out right before her eyes, Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it!”

She listened to very weird and sick music. I chuckled as I walked away from the bathroom door. Downstairs my grandparents, Shane and Kane were already eating.

“Where’s your wife?” My grandfather asked.

“She’s in the shower.” I answered as I took my seat.

“Then you wait until she is ready.” My grandmother scolded as she smacked my hand from getting toast.

I smiled sweetly back at my grandmother.

“Melinda is beautiful, Devlin.” My grandfather said and winked at me. He patted me on the back. I nodded.

“She is so polite and educated. I absolutely loved talking to her last night.” It hurt that eventually they would never see her again, because she would be dead.

Twenty minutes later Melinda came down stairs. Her hair still wet from the shower. Her face was a bit pale and her lips were chapped. She was still beautiful. She had jeans and a purple shirt. Even without make-up she was beautiful.

“Morning.” She greeted with a smile that brighten the room.

“Good morning, my dear, take a seat next to your husband.” My grandmother squealed and I rolled my eyes.

Melinda took her seat next to me.

“Had a good sleep?” My grandfather asked. I smirked and Melinda turned red and it was more visible because her skin was so white, even for a Mexican girl she was pale.

“Um, yes sir, I did.”

“You can call me grandpa.” My grandfather said.

Melinda chuckled sheepishly. “All right, grandpa.” She laughed.

---Melinda Gomez---

When breakfast was over Devlin told me to go back into the room and to never come out for any reason, I was about to protest when he gave me a look.

In the room I was so fucking bored. That was until, it was around three in the afternoon, and Kane came in the room.

“Hello!” He beamed happily.

“Hey.” I mumbled bored.

“Let’s go horseback riding!” He took my wrist and started to drag me.

“Devlin said I couldn’t leave the room.”

“Devlin’s not here, he, Shane and his grandparents went to the market in the city and they won’t be back until seven, we have four hours and I want you to go with me horseback riding.”