Chapter 40 Demon Or Nothing
I needed morale and strength and whatever else I could get to begin to speak. I had never needed to explain anything to anyone, let alone someone who wasn’t working under me in some way or form.
Cee wasn’t a subordinate, so she didn’t have to take my word for it or bend over backwards to be in my good books. I fought the sheer image that spread across my mind like a film sheet—Cee bent over backwards, surrendering completely to my will.
To my plans for her body. Beads of sweat forming on her cleavage, shadows thrown on different sides of her body and the room by the low lights. A skimpy lingerie I would pick for her, her legs spread open like my favourite book…
Speaking of books...
“I read your book,” I said, shaking the thoughts from my mind. Later, I’d flesh them out.
“Oh. Did you like it? I didn’t plagiarize anything, did I? Is that what this is? I need to know if I am to stop talking right now and call my lawyer.”
“No. No. None of that. I need to know why?” I was warring with finding the right words to convey my point and bring it home as quickly as possible.
“Why? Why what?” Cee sat up in the car seat, obviously interested in what I was about to say. I held onto the hope.
“Your male lead was a demon. A very…" I paused to breathe a little. Tajimg in aor into my tight, dry lungs.
"...why would you give a demon...”
“Oh, you mean why would I write about a demon and give him someone who loves him regardless?” Cee said with a smirk, playfulness creeping into her brown eyes.
I could have kissed her for taking the burden off me, for not making me explain further.
“Yes. That.”
Thank God she took the words right out of my mouth. I may not have said it so magically.
“Well, because he’s a big bad demon, it’s not easy to love him. It’s not easy for Azaziel to fit in. And my work I cut out for myself was to find his redeeming qualities and show them to the world, like see? he ain’t so bad. It’s my job.”
I sat in silence for close to a minute. A lot of things ran through my mind. Was it just a job then? A fun thing she did on the side, far from her personal reality? Something she would never put herself through?
“It’s not so far-fetched,” Cee continued when I didn’t move or reply.
“…Some demons just need you to sit with them in the dark. Holding their hand. Even the devil needs love too, Cole.” She crossed her arms and tilted in her seat to face me directly.
Even with the small hindrance between us in the car, I wanted to hold her. To bend and break her into a million tiny pieces and then rearrange her to fit perfectly with me. I didn’t care if the pieces didn’t fit...I’d fucking melt them and mold them until they did.