Chapter 131 Chapter 131
“If you keep tugging, you’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.” She blushed when his heated stare hit her. Biting her lip, she let go of the chain and avoided his gaze before she lost the last bits of her resolve. This man was driving her mad—and she knew that he was well aware of how irresistible he was.
“Fine, I’ll stop. Will you let me get up now?” she asked and stared at him expectantly until he sighed and loosened his embrace so she could leave.
“I’ll take a quick shower, and then we can have breakfast,” she said while she fetched fresh clothes from her wardrobe. He was already opening his mouth to say something, but she was faster. “Don’t even think about it, you pervert. You’re not joining me, or else I’ll be late for work. And if you pick the lock, you’ll be in trouble.”
He cursed under his breath and sulked. “You’re missing out. We could have had a lot of fun,” he called after her when she left the room, blushing furiously. She was inwardly glad that he couldn’t teleport like a certain other demon. He would have just appeared in the middle of the bathroom as soon as the shower was running.
Nearly an hour later, she and Maxwell had reached her workplace, leaving the lift to walk to Thorne’s office. Even though she had hurried, they were slightly late now. She knocked on the door before she entered with the demon in tow.
“Good morning, Thorne,” she greeted him. He sat at his desk and typed something on his computer, but his green eyes moved to her when she entered and immediately zeroed in on the mark on her wrist.
“Morning, you two,” he snorted. “You’re late, but I guess you must have been busy. You’re not missing out on anything, huh?” Thorne smirked at Maxwell. “Didn’t think you would make a new bond so fast. Got impatient?”
Maxwell grumbled something under his breath and crossed his arms, shooting death glares at him. “Shut up,” he hissed surly. “That’s none of your business.”
“You’re not denying it,” Thorne countered amusedly, leaning back in his chair. “Cute.”
The lamps above their heads flickered ominously as Maxwell’s fuse shortened. He was about to explode; she could see that. “Don’t argue, you two,” she chimed in and folded her arms. “Do you have a new job for me, Thorne?”
The black-haired demon nodded, smiling at her. “Yes, but first of all, congrats on your new bond. I knew you’d make another one eventually,” he said cheerfully before he sent Maxwell a glower. “And you better not break it this time.”
Maxwell grimaced, clenching his fists in agitation. “That’s not going to happen anymore,” he replied.
“Good,” Thorne said and returned his gaze to Valerie. “I just scheduled a meeting with a famous singer and need an interviewer. Since you did such a great job last time when you interviewed Jackson Regal, I decided to give this task to you.”
Her eyes brightened, and she leaned against his desk excitedly, putting her palms on its surface. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” she gushed. “Who is it? Do I know them?”
Thorne chuckled. “Well, everybody knows him, I guess. It’s Albert Noah.”
“Oh, he’s famous,” she stuttered, slowly growing nervous. “Then this interview is going to be very important for us.”
“Think you can do it?” Thorne grinned.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let me write down the time and place of your meeting,” he said. “It’s next week.”
“Already?” she said, her eyes growing bigger. “Then I should prepare soon.”
“Why do you always have to set her up with men, huh?” Maxwell cut in annoyedly.
“I’m not setting her up, she’s just doing an interview,” Thorne sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “What could go wrong?”
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“Why are you so grumpy?” she asked, shooting Maxwell a look. He was sitting opposite her at the kitchen table and stared at her with deep ruby eyes while she did research for the interview. She needed to prepare questions beforehand that the fans would want to know about, and since she took her work very seriously, she’d been stuck behind her laptop for hours already.
A fact that greatly irked a certain demon who craved her attention.
“Because you’re terribly interested in this Albert person,” he hissed. Suddenly, she sensed a foreign emotion within herself—a kind of sizzling anger she wasn’t familiar with. It wasn’t her anger, but someone else’s. Her astonished gaze wandered from the mark on her wrist to Maxwell. It seemed that the bond’s magic was working quite well. She hadn’t expected it to grow strong so soon, but then again, he himself had told her that it was different from a witch’s bond.
Not wanting him to be unhappy, she sighed and closed her laptop. “I’m only doing my job,” she said. She got up and walked behind him, hugging his sitting form from behind and burying her nose in his hair. “Don’t be angry,” she told him as she kissed the crown of his hair. “I want you to be happy.”
He got up and looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Do you really?”
“Yes, of course,” she replied.
“Then prove it,” he smirked. With his dark gaze focusing on her lips, he left no doubts as to what he was thinking of.
“I wonder what makes my demon happy,” she mumbled innocently, inwardly cackling when he pulled a face. “What could it be?” The rising impatience of his was very clear to see, and it amused her to no end.
“You’re in trouble now, sugar,” he muttered and pulled her in abruptly so she collided with his chest. When she gazed up at him with wide eyes, he used the opportunity to kiss her. He was a tad rougher than usual, cornering her against the kitchen counter, where he trapped her with his arms left and right of her body. She was stunned by his boldness and couldn’t even react since his velvety kisses were drawing all her attention. He pressed his body up against hers, making her feel the taut muscles of his abs. Then, he suddenly pushed her backward so she lay on the wooden surface of the kitchen counter.
His eyes were scarlet, filled with unadulterated need and a hunger that had the desire within her reawaken. Just like last night, she was overwhelmed by her feelings for him, and with the bond connecting them, they only burned brighter, blending with his.
Running his tongue over her lips, tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue, he slowly made her lose her mind. She dug her nails into his back, eliciting a low growl from him. He retaliated by deepening their kiss and shoving their hips together.