“Hey Ava! Table 10. The same guy from yesterday! Hurry up!” Jessica shouted from the other end of the burger shop they’re working as waitresses. “Okay! Coming!” She shook her head and quickly finished cleaning the table. The man Jessica is talking about is the same creepy man who kept on staring at her yesterday. He ordered all the food in their menu but didn’t eat any of it. All he did the whole time he was there was stare at her and observe her every movement. After mentally noting that he is just another one of their hundreds of customers every day, she prepared a smile on her face and walked to the lone man on the farthest end of the resto just to find him already looking at her way. She studied his appearance in a subtle way. Black leather jacket over white shirt, black jeans, and rubber shoes. Pretty ordinary attire for the biggest diamond stone she had ever seen on his ring. She almost rolled her eyes. A married man and yet had the gall to openly flirt with other women. “E
“What?” she asked, frowning. “What are you talking about? And did you call me Devon? Whoever is that woman, I’m not her so let go of me now.”Her voice is firm, unshaken by the lethal glint in his eyes. This man is harboring a deep resentment for whoever that Devon is. Living alone taught her to fight for herself because no one will do it. No one’s got your back. Everybody has their noses on their own businesses. She has been harassed by men but they were never successful to crush her spirit. She will always stand her ground. They both stared at each other. No one is definitely backing down, certainly not her. After a while of showdown, the man slowly released her arm and sat down but his eyes were still on fire suspecting her. “You are Devon. I’m sure of it. You look so much like her,” he said after sipping on his coffee. “You may have successfully hidden yourself from me for years but you can’t run from me this time. I’m keeping my eyes on you closely.”Alarmed, she scanned the ar
“Is he inside?” she asked Jessica after she requested her to go out to see if the coast is clear. The coast meaning the demon named Daemon. Jessica ruffled her hair and shook her head. “He’s not outside. I asked Mark. His friend already left the town.”Ava breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god! I thought I’ll be dealing with that demon again.” She closed her locker and combed her hair to put it in a bun. “Gosh, I cannot take to see him after he ruined my day yesterday. I thought he’s stalking me again every time I see tall men in black jackets.”“Now dear, he’s gone so you can go back to your work peacefully.”“I know, I know and may he never come back.”She suited herself and started serving while humming. It feels so good moving, doing your thing without a man creepily staring at you from a distance. Lunch came which is considered the rush hour of the day. A group of men barged in and occupied the three tables, scattering the rest of the available seats on their way. She breathed
“Thank you.” She managed to say after a moment of hesitation.“I thought…” her voice trailed off. Would she have the gall to say it in his face that she’s glad that she thought and wished that he would not come back?“You thought I’m not coming back,” he finished her sentence for her without looking back. Daemon’s expression is seriously alarming while he looks at the arrays of picture frames hanging on the wall, particularly on a photo they took during a company outing on a beach.“Thank you for doing that earlier. Levi could be really dangerous but I didn’t realize he could do that. You know, he’s been quite friendly to me, to Mark, and to everyone.”“So that is a common occurrence?” He glanced at her. “And you’re letting him? And I didn’t get a pass?”“What?” she asked, perplexed. “Do you mean to say I should also let you break my neck just because I’m friendly towards him?” “Sounds fair to me except you should let me replace that part of breaking your neck.”“With what?” Her eye
Ava stayed up all night contemplating what to do. She reckoned that Daemon is just that guy who is allergic to the word ‘no’. He is the type of guy on first blind dates that would like to have sex with you right away.“Not effin’ gonna happen,” she murmured and covered her face with the blanket to try to get some sleep. It’s been five hours already that she’s just on the bed, tossing and spinning around but she can’t get to make herself fall to that beloved goddess of sleep.“Am I afraid?” She shook her head. “No, definitely not. Those are just empty words. What is he? A president? He can’t decide on my life and my decisions! I’m going to sleep now!”Minutes later, she found herself in the kitchen drinking her coffee and winding up how miserable her life was. She’s an orphan, obviously no parents and no siblings with no known relatives. A lonely bitch is all she will ever be known for living in a cramped apartment inside one of the most dangerous districts in the state. He remembere
His mouth came crashing down on hers, his huge hands winding the long silky strands of her hair while his other hand snaked expertly around her waist yanking her frail soft body against his hard frames. He ground his lips over her mouth, his tongue began probing but she kept her lips sealed giving him no access. Pressing their bodies together, he squeezed her jaws until she had no choice but to open it for him. He didn’t waste any more time. Thrusting his tongue inside mimicking lovemaking, he cupped her breast and knead them in a ravishing fashion. Mortified, she pushed him away and wiped her mouth repeatedly trying to remove the stain of taste he left on her lips. Daemon let out an empty laugh while Devon is on the verge of tears.She can’t believe he kissed her and she can’t believe how she let him do that. “Damn you!” she shouted, her knees are trembling again so she sat down or else she’ll fall to the floor. “Well, damned be me but I want to do it again. Come here,” he said
They arrived in a huge house inside a highly-secured exclusive subdivision in the heart of the district she just sees in magazines and social media. Daemon did not have to force her to go out of the car because she was already outside of the gigantic iron gate looking up at the intricately-designed house.She tugged at his arms and pointed at the house, her face revealing nothing but admiration. “Wow! Do you live here? What are you? A billionaire? Are you that loaded?”“I’m more than that.” He put his hands on his pockets and studied her face. There’s no hint that she remembered this place.“This is the last house we had before that attack happened. I stayed here for years while looking for you,” he explained. In fact, he kept the same arrangement of the furniture inside so by the time he finds her, it’ll be easier for her.“Sure, sure.” Eyeing the place, she smiled to herself. “So I’ll be living here from now on?”“You seemed excited. I thought you're not Devon Farrows?”She shrugg
“Woah.” Devon swerved and could have fallen into the floor had she not quickly reached the bed post for support. “Answer me Daemon, damn it! You and your wife, do you have a baby together?”“We had a daughter,” he corrected her. “Had?” she whispered. Still shaken, she breathed hard to contemplate the information she just received. She’s confused about what to process first. The fact that he and his wife have a baby or the other startling truth that that baby is already dead. Daemon sat there just staring at her. That annoyed her. He’s always doing that-gawking, studying her face, and then looking away as if trying to remember something. Another thing that pissed the hell out of her is his effect on her. Is it because of that fucking kiss they shared? Or his dominance over her? She’s not the most honest woman in the world to other people but she made it to the point to be honest to herself. And this man right here affected her in ways that she can’t imagine that would happen to her