Chapter 18: The half Truth

“What was all that about?” I snapped the moment his ass was on the chair. “You can't just come to my parents' house and…. Do that!”

He smiled at me like I was running mad. Maybe I was, none of this made sense anyway.

“You work for me and I can't have you getting married off to that asshat,” 

“But how did you know about this?"

He frowned and pointedly stared at me, making me uncomfortable.

“You don't remember last night?”

He finally asked, his words ricocheting through my mind.

I relapsed on my seat, the thoughts of last night flourishing in my head.

**FLASHBACK**

I'd gotten back home and made dinner, then I sat down and focused on the alcohol instead of the food I'd spent so much time cooking.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door, startling me. No one knew where I lived except Octavio and maybe my boss, none of whom had any reason to be in my house by 11 midnight.

I dropped the new glass I'd bought on eBay two days back and looked around for something to defend myself with.

I found nothing but my bedside lamp, so I carried it with me as the knock kept getting louder.

I finally got to the door and peeped through the hole, and it was actually my boss.

He had my phone number, so coming to my house instead of calling had me scared, considering the experience I'd had at the office earlier in the day.

But I took a deep breath and prayed to the universe that this wouldn't be my last night on earth. I'd barely accomplished anything.

“Good evening Sir, what's the problem?” I asked immediately as I opened the door.

“Geez, you won't let a man in first?” He joked and I opened the door wider for him, feeling a bit bad for my harsh tone.

“Sorry. I have wine. Are you interested?” 

“Don't worry, I'm more of a bourbon drinker. But I'll take water instead,” he said, and I nodded.

I went to the tap to get it while he stood in the middle of my living room, his presence filling it up.

After the initial scare of stranger danger had passed, my body settled back into that buzz of extreme horniness heightened by the alcohol in my system.

I handed him the glass of water and sat down, squishing my legs to hold in the urge to strip him naked and ride him; with his consent, of course.

But that wasn't going to happen anyway so I looked at him expectantly as he gulped the water, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

I have no idea why I found that sexy, but I wanted to lick that spot and spread my tongue to his neck and ears.

I quickly rubbed my eyes, fighting this insane attraction to a man who definitely had no interest in me.

He finally finished and walked over to where I was sitting. It was obvious he had no idea how much he affected me with his proximity. Or maybe he did and just enjoyed putting me through the misery of not having what I craved.

“Aria?” He called back my attention from their journey and I focused on his eyes again.

“Sir?”

My voice sounded strange from how tightly I gripped myself. It felt like my fingers were white too from how much I was gripping the couch.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded empathically, his voice washing over my body down to my pussy.

“Okay, because I have something I need to tell you and you have to promise me to be calm about it, okay?”

This made me panic. Was he about to sack me? That made no sense, a cold-hearted email would have taken care of that 

“Is that okay?” He asked again, pausing my frantic thoughts.

“Yes…”

“Alright.” He then took my left hand in his and I nearly moaned out loud from the feelings his touch elicited from me.

He placed my hand in his big ones and began tracing it, but he looked really sad, like he was about to tell me something earth-shattering.

“What I'm about to tell you might sound insane, but it is the answer to all the burning questions in your head. Are you ready to hear it?” He asked and I nearly screamed at him to get on with it but I nodded, I didn't trust my lips to neither shout at him or actually moan out loud.

“The reason why you felt weak the last two times we've had interactions is because I'm a demon, a prince of hell and you're the perfect energy bank for me.” He then looked at my face for a reaction.

The room was dead silent for a second before I burst into laughter, my stomach rumbling from hunger and mirth.

But he wasn't laughing with me, instead, he looked quite hurt.

I stopped immediately.

“Oh, you're not joking. Forgive my manners,” I quickly apologized and sat down properly, leaning away from the mad man sitting in front of me.

They always say rich people had hidden problems and I wondered if New York City was aware that their most eligible billionaire bachelor was schizophrenic.

“It's alright, I didn't know what to expect anyway but I will simply put it all the way out and then you can tell me what you think, okay?”

“Yes Sir, I'm listening,” I replied with a placating smile.

Whatever he needed, he'd totally get, so far he didn't get violent and murder me in the house he got for me.

With that thought, my obscene attraction to him turned the fear, the butterflies in my stomach turning to angry bats.

“I'm not just a Demon, I'm half human too and that makes me a defect, according to my father anyway,” he rolled his eyes at that. “Hell's energy isn't quite.. fitting to my taste and most humans don't have that perfect energy,”

“So what's that got to do with me?” I snapped, wishing for this madness to be over. I had a big day the next day and my father wouldn't change his mind about marrying me off to that asshole simply because my crazy boss didn't allow me to sleep a wink.

“Calm down spitfire, it's nothing serious. I mistakenly exhausted myself and you were right in front of me. I thought about wiping your memory as is expected of me but you've gone through so much in life that doing that may push you over the edge. That is why I'm doing this. I'll give you time to process it. Make sure you don't go anywhere for the weekend,” he instructed, making me frown.

“I have to be somewhere tomorrow,”

“You're my personal secretary, so you have to tell me your prior engagements.”

I sighed in frustration. Dealing with a crazy boss wasn't on my to-do list tonight, but what would it hurt?

So I went ahead and gave him my sob story.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

***

“Thank you for your help but I don't want to marry you,” I snapped after the realization that I was either sitting with a mad man or he was actually a demon.

“I don't want to either but that seems like the most probable solution, don't you think? Your father is obsessed with seeing you settled with some lowlife because he doesn't think you can survive on your own.”

“You don't need to tell me what my father wants, I know that but marrying you won't make any difference. I'd simply be transferring from one hell to another.” I breathed deeply, trying to focus and center my thoughts. “You can tell him we're in a relationship and you are not in a hurry to get married. In two years, I should be rich enough to actually run away from here. Can you do that for me instead?” I pleaded.

He looked at me pensively before nodding.

“See you at work on Monday, Spitfire,”

I hated that name.