TWO

Elvira

After Demetrius says that, the frown on my face deepens even more.

"Excuse me?" I say, my voice dripping with disbelief.

"You heard me right, miss," he replies icyly.

This time, I'm not having any of it. I speak up with annoyance, anger coloring my tone. "Firstly, I am your wife and not a 'miss'. Secondly, you are being very rude, and what the hell do you mean by that nonsense you just blurted out?"

I had tried to act calmly because it was my first time meeting my so-called husband, but now I realize he's a rude jerk, so I decide not to stay calm.

"If you didn't understand me, I don't mind explaining it to you," he says, a smirk dancing on his thin lips.

"Explain yourself," I snicker.

"I will," he replies. "But first, let's get the marriage certificate." He turns abruptly and starts walking away, not bothering to look back.

With a groan, I rush up to catch up with him. We both silently stride down to the counter clerk's office without saying a word to each other.

After about two minutes of walking, we finally arrive at the counter clerk's office.

The moment we step inside, the clerk looks as though he's seen a ghost.

"Go..good morning, Mr. De..Demetrius," he stutters, standing up with a slight bow.

"Sit," Demetrius says coldly, making himself comfortable in the chair in front of the clerk's table.

"Th..thank you," the clerk stutters nervously.

The strange reaction from the clerk when he saw Demetrius makes me feel suspicious. I can't help but wonder what could have made him act like that.

"Could it be that the clerk has had an encounter with Demetrius before?" I think, taking a seat beside Demetrius.

"Good day, Miss," the clerk greets.

"Good day," I smile.

"Go straight to the point, Henry," Demetrius says impatiently. I can't help but shoot him an irritated expression.

As my gaze meets his, Demetrius raises a questioning brow, causing me to quickly look away.

The clerk searches through a stack of books, and after a few seconds, he finally retrieves two neatly arranged marriage certificates.

I gulp as I stare at the certificate in his hands. Ican't believe that in less than two minutes, I'm going to be married to a jerk that I don't even know the slightest thing about. The clerk hands us the certificates.

"Here is the original one, the one underneath is the duplicate, in case of anything," he explains.

Before Demetrius can reach out to collect it, I quickly take it from the hands of the clerk.

"Thank you," I say, glancing at the marriage certificate in my hands.

"And here is a pen to sign," the clerk says, handing over a pen.

I take the pen from him, opening the cap, ready to sign.

But just as my hand rests on the certificate, ready to complete the act, I'm interrupted by Demetrius' taunting voice.

"I wouldn't be in a hurry to sign it if I were you," he says coldly, a smirk that never seems to reach his empty eyes.

"Why?" I ask, annoyance creeping into my voice.

"Before you sign that document, there are certain things I need you to know," he says.

"What would they be?" I ask, dropping the pen as I turn to face him.

"Come with me," Demetrius instructs, standing up from his chair.

With a confused expression, I have no choice but to follow him wherever he's going.

After retrieving the certificates, I stand and follow him out of the office.

"Have a nice day!" the clerk shouts behind us.

Walking in fast strides, Demetrius leads the way to his sleek, black car, pressing the "open" button on his keys.

"Get in," he says, motioning for me to join him in the car.

"But..but I came with my own.." I try to say, but one deadly glance from Demetrius shuts my mouth, and reluctantly, I enter the car.

As we both successfully get into the car, Demetrius starts the engine and immediately drives off. He's definitely not a patient driver, zooming like he owns the road, and his speed is crazy. I close my eyes in fear.

Noticing my fear, Demetrius slows down, driving more steadily. I feel the car slow down and cautiously open my eyes. Embarrassed by my earlier reaction, I fidget with my clothes.

"Where the hell are you taking me to?" I manage to ask.

"To my private lawyer's office," he replies plainly.

"Why?" I ask again, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"I told you I was going to explain something to you, right?" he reminds me.

"Yes," I reply, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you going to explain?"

"You ask a lot of questions, and I hate it," Demetrius says coldly.

"I do.." I start to defend myself, but one glance from him shuts me up. I decide to keep quiet and give him the benefit of the doubt.

After about forty-five minutes of driving, we finally arrive at our destination.

"Get out and bring the certificates with you," Demetrius orders as he exits the car.

Rolling my eyes, I step out of the car. I can't help but feel annoyed by being bossed around by a stranger who's supposedly my husband.

Demetrius leads me into an office that is empty and just as cold as he is.

"Where is this place?" I ask as I scan the surroundings.

"My lawyer's," he replies icyly. "Now sit before he arrives."

"Okay," I nod, taking a seat.

"Hey, Damien!" I suddenly hear someone call behind me. I turn to see who it is. Standing behind me is another Greek god, undeniably handsome but not as much as Demetrius. He radiates an intimidating height and aura.

"I've told you not to call me that, Hendrix," Demetrius replies coldly.

"Oh come on, loosen up for once, brother," the man says, walking up to them and taking his seat behind the table.

I figure he must be the lawyer, but sitting in the midst of two intimidating men who exude an icy and deadly aura just sends chills down my body.

I feel like a lamb in the midst of two deadly lions.