As soon as the black Ducati Diavel 1260 pulled up in the company premises, panic struck the hearts of every person who was junior to the Alpha male that rode the bike.. And that was almost the entire company.

People scurrying around in fear, Phones beeping as messages entered, and all giving out the same information. "the Demon king is here". Whoever saw this message knew what to do.. Get away from the doors, move away from the elevators, focus on your job, and if you don't have anything doing, pretend to be doing something or you will end up really having nothing to do because you'll be fired on the spot.

On days like this that he came in on his motorcycle, he would wear something casual like polo-shirt on Jean trousers, and this day was no different. He went all black today which was a normal thing for him. Black polo-shirt on black Jean trousers, in association with his black Jordans. This combo was a bomb, sitting on his Diavel, he slowly takes off his well you should know already, black helmet. Carefully as not to ruffle his golden hair. The only colorful thing about him.

With majestic strides, he entered the building, eyes wide open for any quick prey he could devour.. But it seemed like they had all made way for him. He walked over to the elevator but there was no one there either. 'what a pity I was hoping to meet someone here' he thought to himself.

He got out of the elevator, strode across the hallway towards his office, and there it was.. His early morning prey. A wicked smile curved up his lips. Here he was thinking his morning was starting up boring, but the universe throws him this.

A female janitor probably in her late thirties stood idly with her phone in hand., laughing.

She's done for. Said a female worker. She will be out of this place in the next five minutes. Another said. Good bye you've worked hard and long enough. The third lady whispered.. They were lucky, they were just coming out of the ladies room, but saw him right on time, and there were only two options one go out and loose your job, or just sit comfortably in the toilet till he passed..

They chose the wisest of both options, but this janitor was so unlucky.

"Hey you., his ever sexy baritone voice resounded in the hall.. She turned around, and with the way her eyes and mouth went ohhh, it was obvious she knew she was done for.

She was going to move closer to him but was stopped right before she even thought of it.

"don't even dare take a step closer.. Stay right there.. As much as his words sounded low and calm, you could still feel the devilish coldness in them.

" what time is it??. The lady fumbled with her phone to check for the time.. "i_its ten minutes past eight sir. She said cursing herself inwardly for stuttering. It was known round the company that he hates it when people stutter.

" And this early in the morning, shouldn't you be doing something., anything?? I mean that's what you are paid for right?. It gave him so much joy to see her tremble with fear. Nothing gave him more pleasure than making a woman suffer.

" I_I_ I was doing something but I got a call that my sister just put to bed and they sent me the babies picture, s_s_so I just took a quick look at the baby. If only God would make her stop stuttering, but how could she when she was conversing with the 'Demon king' himself.

"What a wonderful news. His mouth was smiling, his teeth was shining even, but his eyes said a different thing entirely. Congratulations lady., now you can see the baby not just through the pictures, but physically too. He says, now even the smile on his lips had disappeared.. Only a sinister look remained. "Because you're fired"

The lady looked like someone just cut the pipe that passed air into her lungs. Her legs failed her, she went crashing to the floor. Her trembling hands came together unconsciously, rubbing both palms against each other, begging in tears.

"p_p_please sir., I will never do it again. I have no where else to go. Please. Forgive me. How will I feed now.. I'm a single mother., who will feed me and my daughter. The woman cried out every word that came to her tongue. But he just stood there cleaning his ear with his pinky, and blowing the invisible dirt off it..

"You should have thought of that before you left your job and decided to played with your phone. But it's alright, I'm sure your sister and her baby can feed you.." the mocking smirk on his face.. He enjoyed this.. He enjoyed every bit of it..

'Yes., this was it. This was what he wanted, to see them squeal and squirm, and on their knees begging for mercy with him towering above them like a God over their fate.. He had been in that position years ago when he was young and gullible, and a woman put him in that position.. So they all deserved to suffer the shame and pain that he suffered.. Never will he get tired of seeing women suffer at his feet..

He walked away and strode into his office, ignoring the continuous cry of the woman.

"No matter what he does, I just can't see him badly.. He's just too good looking to hate. One of the toilet girls said.. But who could blame her., the man was dashing.. He was every woman's dream guy..

A complete six foot two full height, with perfectly strengthened, squared shoulders, but yet slender enough to give you that sexy model kind of look.. And although they carried terror in them, those lovely brown eyes that had a hint of sun yellow in them were to die for.. His golden hair that dazzled like a crown on his perfectly shaped head. The sharp edges of his chin looked like it could cut through paper.. He was perfectly sculptured..

On top of that, he was young and rich. Twenty-six years old business man, fashion designer and young billionaire. And if things keep going his way, he might even add the CEO of KING'S Corp to his list.. Damon King was the typical Alpha Male..

"oh Shelley, I really hope he would look at me someday with warmth in his eyes and just tell me he loves me.. The other girl says as they finally walk out of the ladies room.

" Angie, the only reason he looks a woman face to face, is if he's doing business with you, or he wants to fire you.. And which one do you think it would be for you.. The last girl says..

" don't spoil it for me Jennie, let me dream all I want.. Angie says obviously not happy that Jennie was trying to ruin her beautiful imaginations..

" but jennie's right you know.., Shelley suddenly says.., he doesn't like women, there are rumors that it's because he's gay.. So he has no feelings for women at all.. They were so engrossed in their gossip, that they didn't notice the extra head that had joined their conversation.. At least not until he spoke..

"Is that so??.. The sudden sound of a male voice from behind them made the girls flinch in shock..

" Hi ladies... He says waving at them with an all bright smile..

"Good morning Mr King. They echoed together. This was another person to die for. Marcel king. Damon's cousin. Jet black air., also a six foot two., with adorable emerald eyes.. Also twenty-six years old with probably the same bank balance as Damon or maybe a dollar more or less. And was also a promising future CEO of the company.

The cousins were both breath-taking, only they were like fire and ice. Damon was the one with the hot messy temper and completely bad personality, while Marcel was the cool and calm one., the people's person. More like the ladies person. Because they all loved him, and he never gets tired of receiving attention from them.

"Well it's a good morning to gossip about my cousin. He responded to their greeting. He looks over to the janitor lady who was still crying there.

" tsk tsk., I was wondering why I didn't see anyone crying on my way up here. This is were the show took place .. I mean how do this people still fall into his trap huh. It's so simple, don't be seen doing nothing, how hard is that.. How come there is someone to fire every single day. He thought out loud.

"My thoughts exactly.. They never listen. Angie said., now moving closer to Marcel.

" so tell us Mr king., is Mr king really, you know.. gay.. The other two girls had surrounded him, cornering him to the side of the wall..

"Well I'm Mr King, and I'm definitely not gay. So I don't know what you're talking about. He says trying to wriggle his way out of their midst, but was unsuccessful.

" Not you. Your cousin. Shelley added..

"Hey., Fine morning Damon. Marcel lies., but the girls buy it and runs off before they could even realize it was a simple lie. Giving him the chance to escape their questions..

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" Hey bro. Marcel says as he walks into Damon's office.

"Tell me why I have to see your face this morning Marcel. Damon asks coldly. But Marcel looks unaffected by his cold words.

" Because you can't live without this face. And if care is not taken, you might wake up to see this face right beside you on your bedside every morning for the rest of your life..

" and why would that happen. He looks at his cousin like a stupid little child.

" well because according to a lot of people you are gay. And if you are gay, then no man in this world can stand your anger issues. I'm the only one who can tame you. I'm the one for you. I'm the one for life. Damon couldn't help but let out a laugh. Marcel might be crazy., but he was actually right. He was the only friend he had. The only one that could take his temper.

"so., what I'm saying now is. Why don't we go partying this weekend. You and me. It's been a long time since we both had some fun together. We could rent a place., with a pool, and invite some girls over. Damon throws a sharp look at him.

" I'm only saying this, not because I want to have fun, but so that we would clear these baseless rumors about you being gay. He says with pleading eyes.

" who says they are baseless. Was what Damon replied. Marcel looks at his cousin with awe in his eyes. Get ready cousin., we might be spending the rest of our lives together.

Marcel raised his hands up in defeat. There was no winning this guy.. Convincing him to go to a party was like convincing the devil to stop being the devil. It was just impossible..

"so., have you gone through the files I sent you yesterday., I mean the list of people coming for interview today. Marcel moved on to the next pressing topic.

" I didn't., I was too busy.

"sleeping., you were too busy sleeping right??

" Yeah. That's it. He saw the scolding look on Marcel's face. Come on, don't look at me like that., it's just an interview. And they're all probably going to fail anyway. And why do I even have to be there. He thought out loud.

" Because you said., and I quote." I want to be the one to pick my assistant. I don't want to have to work with any useless person that you pick". End of quote, that's what you said.

Damon looked like a child who was caught eating a cookie he had previously rejected. "well all right, I'll go through it now.. What time is the interview. He said opening his laptop to go through the files.

" it starts by nine and it's almost time., ten minutes to go.. Just leave it., we can't have the interviewers late for the interview.. Just go through them as the interview commences. Let's go, come on. Stand up. He ordered Damon. And got a death glare in response. "I'm sorry your majesty., can we go now my king. He bows his head in a playful gesture.

" I really don't appreciate the sarcasm but yes we can. He stands up from his chair and leads the way out of the office.

"You know we are both kings, I'm also a king okay.

" yeah, but I'm the bigger king. Damon said and Marcel could only stare at him with wide eyes. The confidence and boldness of the man was just rock solid.

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NEXT...

They called out for the next candidate, so far no one has caught his eye yet. Most of them were women, and they all looked the same to him. Annoying and disgusting. He had even stopped going through the files. He wasn't curious about what the next person would look like. Whatever the person looked like did not matter, they were surely not getting the job.

He had switched to a game of scrabble on his laptop., giving it more focus than he gave the interview.

He was racking his brain for the next word to type in when a voice passed through all senses in his body., making him freeze to the spot.

"Good morning... The person had said.., that ever so soft voice that sounded like the singing wind in the early hours of a spring morning, that soft voice that he had adored ever so tenderly., that soft sweet voice that was like symphony to his ears, that made his heart race like crazy every time he heard it back then.

That voice just sounded in that room., after eight long years, he is hearing that voice for the very first time. A voice he could never forget.

But no., it couldn't be.. It's not possible... How could she be here.. He couldn't raise his head to look at her.. He so prayed it wasn't her.. He had no idea what he would do if he actually set his eyes on her.. The hate, anger and fear in his heart growing wilder..

" A good morning to you too., introduce yourself to us.. Marcel's voice was heard next.

" My name is.

No God let it not be her.. I beg you God.., anyone but her.. Please.

"Isla.., Isla Moore.

And at the mention of her name, every other sound in the world was blocked out, all his reserve was destroyed.. It was her.. The devil herself. The real one who should be called the Demon Queen. The Deviously, cunning yet beautiful, charming, breath-taking, charismatic young woman.

He couldn't believe it., it was really her.

It was Isla Moore..