It had been a long time since I last visited my Aunt's house in Luxembourg. I couldn't help it. I was too engrossed with my volunteer work in a recently earthquake-devastated country. When finally I decided to visit her, all thoughts of relaxation and freedom flew out of the window.I never thought that my daily stay in her mansion would turn out to be something more...more than unbearable, and it all stemmed to a certain man - the head butler - specifically too attentive of me and by that, I meant sleepless nights, moans and groans and a promise of an unconditional love.Being personally served by someone sure spells heaven, but not when the person actually serving me was the Demon Prince of Lust himself.All Rights ReservedJMFelic Books 2020View More
POV: Andrea (Minutes earlier...)My chest was very heavy when I opened my eyes. It felt like I had been a victim of a stampede with my chest being stomped over and over again. It felt raw and utterly sore. But despite this, slowly, I straightened myself to sit.Not having any idea where I was, I purposefully scanned the area to find any familiar landmarks. But, I could see none. Actually, I couldn't see anything at all except for the white clouds that surrounded me.What? Am I actually in heaven?"No, you are just in the realm where it is neither Heaven or Hell. Not in between, not beyond, " a voice from behind me suddenly spoke.I quickly stood up and turned around to find a very - hmmm...what can I say - a very pretty man wearing Greek men's clothing and standing a few feet away. The fabric's borders were adorned with gold and metallic blue embroidery. He had golden bands on his w
POV: EriolWe didn't smile or frown. We just stared at each other speechless.She slowly approached me, Raphael giving her the freedom, and I really thought I would be embraced then but she suddenly slapped me. Palm to my right cheek. Hard. I was surprised."That's for leaving me without a word, " she stated with bitterness.And then she slapped me again in the opposite side."And that's for erasing my memories!"I touched the sore spot of my cheeks and grinned at her remark. I surely deserve this kind of treatment so I accept it with arms wide open. It seemed that she had finally remembered her memories from the past to the present. On what specific part of those, that I don't know, but I wanted to. Yes, I really wanted to. However, I didn't dare read her mind again. That's a privacy I had learned to adjust even if it was hard for me."You bastard!
POV: AndreaAlthough I strongly held myself, after I read the letter, a drop of tear slowly escaped my eye. I immediately wiped it dry with my bare hands, but the driver of the limousine broke his silence and told me that a tissue paper can be located below my seat. I gave him a thank you nod and went to pull the tissue out of the hidden cabinet."You shouldn't be crying Ms. Andrea. It is your big day today, " he advised with a worried look shown in the front mirror's reflection.I smiled meekly at him and said, "Yeah, I should probably stop these emotional thoughts now. I wouldn't want to look like a crying drag queen when we arrive at the church."I pulled two more sheets of tissue and lightly dabbed it in my left eye. A light retouch would be what I would surely need when I get there."Oh, I tell you Ms. Andrea, you are no drag queen, " the driver spoke again with a jolly voice.
POV: AndreaI had my white cocktail dress on. It had a sweetheart neckline with a flowy skirt that reached on the knees. A red ribbon was tied elegantly around my waist for additional sophistication and as what my mom said, a tradition, and in order to distinguish me from all the other ladies in the room. I am the bride-to-be of course, so it was my night.Together with me as I stepped inside the second-floor function room were my mother and my step-dad. Auntie Marcella arrived earlier in order to make sure that the preparations were going according to her 'top-of-the-line' plan.When we examined the place, it was really of that magnitude. Rows and rows of white rose bouquets were seen in the entrance and corridor going to the specific bridal party room. Then, inside the room itself, there were numerous white vases full of white roses and Dancing Lady orchids. White balloons covered the whole ceiling except the huge
POV: AndreaNearly two weeks had passed, yet I still have the same dream over and over again. No changes whatsoever. Just the same faceless angel saying a goodbye to me and flying away from the porch outside my room. It had caused me weary mornings everyday and it had my heart beating like it was being pulled out of my chest.I really wanted to know what my dream meant and why do I keep on dreaming it. It was strange for me because I am not a fan of angels at all. Vampires, yes, but angels? No, not at all. So, it had me debating why on earth am I having a dream like this?The only thing that kept me sane though was seeing Lorde's impressive blue sapphire engagement ring on my finger. It had encouraged me to shove the thoughts of sadness in my subconscious plane and start the day with a smile.Lorde and I had been spending time together almost everyday since he was discharged from the hospital; going to shopping dist
POV: AndreaEven without smiling the man had an angelic face. Short was his hair, with blonde streaks overlapping the overall gray ones. He had a well-toned body and looked quite tall, probably an inch taller than Lorde.I had to ask myself who was this man that had kept a steady eye on me the moment I entered the room? He doesn't seem to be Lorde's attending physician because he wasn't wearing the signature white coat, but then again, doctors do sometimes check on their patients without one on.Auntie Marcella immediately hugged me when I approached the bed. I embraced her back of course in order to make her feel that I appreciated her words in the email."Andrea, why haven't you replied my texts?" That's her immediate question when we withdrew.I know I looked sheepish in her eyes when I answered, "I'm sorry Auntie. I left my phone in the mansion."I don't even kn
POV:EriolIt actually felt wonderful to be free from the chains of my rotten heart, to be wallowed with my darkness, to be my own demon. All that enveloped me was concentrated lust. It's as if all the lust in the world, all the multiples of me have gathered, have nurtured, have sewn were all poured inside me. I felt as if my body overheated. And it felt so good...After putting Andrea in her knees, I commanded her to do one that had my c0ck aching so much - a fucking blowjob. You might be wondering, but no, I haven't had at least one job in my entire existence, both as a Fallen Angel and as a Prince of Lust.I believe if the demons in Hell would find out about this fact, they would snicker and make fun of me, but like I fucking care.It was already expected that I would experience extreme pleasures in both the demon and human realm, but no, I had purposefully made myself chaste in a way for th
POV:AndreaNormally, women undergoing a marriage proposal are either on the verge of crying or smiling from ear to ear because of joy.But me? Neither.I am in the state of ambivalence right now.In my younger years being with Lorde, I had daydreamed him proposing to me a couple of times. In the Gemstone River, in a fancy dinner date, while riding our horses on top of a hill, in the terrace under the biggest blue moon of the year, and even here, in this very spot I am sitting now - the classic gazebo.His words were the exact replica of what I wanted to hear when he proposes to me - or at least some of it excluding him mentioning having dreams about the bus accident and me dying. And yes, the way Lorde positioned himself presently, on bended knee and holding a highly-priced ring, was exactly what I had envisioned.His proposal was exactly what I wanted, except of course,