CHAPTER FIVE: My Defiant Little Wife.

My Defiant Little Wife.

DAMIEN'S POV

It's been three months since I got Elena out of prison and though she claimed to be innocent, I couldn't completely let down my guard towards her. She was everything but innocent, considering how she was able to turn the tables against Charlotte and Adrian.

I would call her a scheming woman but I could tell that she was filled with bitterness and a drive for revenge. One that I would consider a very hot trait. I stood by the door as I watched her apply a hot red lipstick over her lips and I couldn't help but remember how pale and dead she looked when I met her at the prison. She was pretty, a sight to behold but with a new face that was crafted to perfection, she looked even more alluring.

“You aren't done yet?” I asked calmly with my brows raised and she turned to look at me as she smiled slightly.

“We have to give the perfect image to the public, which means I have to look extremely pretty.” She replied and I rolled my eyes in annoyance as she stood up before twirling around. “What do you think? Do I look stunning?”

“You look fair,” I replied as I left the room but I didn't miss the scowl that formed on my face at her words.

“You better get your damn ass into the car in the next two minutes. Don't make me return here.” I ordered as I left the house and got into the car.

Two minutes passed, and there was no sign of her.

Five minutes. Ten minutes.

This girl was testing my patience!

I returned to the room and there she was, adding some finishing touches to her hair with a soft smile on her face.

“Do you delight in getting me angry?” I asked in annoyance and she glanced at me for a second before picking up her purse.

“I do not. You gave your order, but you didn't listen to mine, so I did what I felt like.” She replied as she walked past me and I grabbed her hand before pulling her back so that she was face to face with me.

“You seem to forget that I'm in control here. Would you like me to remind you?” I asked calmly even though I was seething with anger as my other hand went behind her neck and I grabbed it lightly.

“You're in control of me, dear husband. But you never stated in the contract that I had to listen to every damn word that you said, did you?” She retorted, and my hand on her neck tightened slightly, but she still wasn't backing down.

She knew how to get me angry. Always answering my questions with her damn questions.

“We'll be late, hubby. You're the one delaying us now.” She suddenly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips, catching me off guard.

My hands unconsciously loosened, and she smiled as she skipped out of the house.

She'd be the death of me…

I returned to the car and she was still standing outside the car, with no plans to get in as she admired her reflection on the car window.

“Get in. What the hell are you waiting for?” I ordered but she just stood there with her arms crossed.

“Shouldn't you be opening the car door for me like a good husband?” She asked with her head tilted as she blinked cutely and a frustrated groan escaped my lips.

“You either get in, or I'll leave without you.” I threatened but she wasn't fazed one single bit. She smirked at me because she knew I couldn't leave without her.

“You fucking-”

“Language, hubby. What kind of husband curses at his wife?” She asked with a fake pout and I shut my eyes while I tried to keep my anger at bay.

“Elena, get in the fucking car!” I ordered and she shook her head in disagreement as she crossed her arms.

“I won't unless you open the door.” She replied and I stormed over to her side and finally pulled

the door open, causing her to grin widely.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She teased as she happily got into the car and I slammed it shut in anger before I got into the driver's seat.

“Don't forget that I can easily return you to that damn prison.” I threatened and she looked scared before she burst into soft laughter.

“What will you tell the public you sent your wife to prison for? Are you gonna accuse me of something falsely like Charlotte and Adrian?” She questioned with a mocking expression and my hands on the steering wheel tightened in fury.

“Do not compare me to them.”

“Then don't try to act like them.”

The car was filled with silence after her words and I turned the key as the car roared to life. I drove onto the road and I glanced at her to see that she was staring out the window with a sad expression.

“We're almost there. Wipe that sad expression off your face.” I said, and she turned to me as she leaned closer to me with a smile.

“You can tell that I'm sad? You're so observant!” She teased, and I suddenly stopped the car as I turned to her.

“I can make you even more sad if you don't shut up,” I responded and she immediately made the gesture of zipping her lips as she threw the imaginary key away.

“You're impossible,” I mumbled under my breath as I continued driving and she giggled at my words before leaning back into her seat.

We made it to the auction event that was hosted by one of my close investors and as usual, the cameras of the media started flashing violently at our arrival.

“It's time to act, hubby. Stay frosty!” She winked and I tsked as I got out of the car before moving over to her side to open the door for me.

“You see how easy that was? You're more adorable when you do things without being forced to.” She whispered into my ear as she got out of the car and my eyes narrowed at her words.

“You're lucky we're outside,” I whispered back and she grinned widely before she leaned in and

placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

“It's show time.”