When I walked into work, I groaned when I forgot that I would be working with Hayden Colemen this morning.
Hayden was about six feet tall and stocky, with tanned skin, short brown hair, and brown eyes. He was nice to look at, but I wanted to punch him in the balls as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Well, it's today my lucky day?" Hayden purred as I stalked passed him to grab my apron from the back. The asshole had a crush on me and wasn't afraid o show it. He was a nasty perve who tried to worm his way into my pants, but I wasn't interested.
I tried my bed to ignore him as I settled at the register next to him to start taking orders.
I gritted my teeth as he grabbed a handful of my ass or purposely made me walk into him, spilling hot coffee all over me in the process.
"Hayden!" I growled through clenched teeth as I clenched my empty hand, ready to blacken his eye with my fist.
But before I could even swing, a deep voice boomed from behind me. "What the hell is going on here?"
I spun around to see our boss, Mr. Jenkins, standing in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. Hayden immediately straightened up, but I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Just a little accident, sir," Hayden said smoothly, gesturing to the coffee stains on my shirt. "I'll take care of it."
Mr. Jenkins narrowed his eyes at Hayden for a moment but then nodded and walked away. I glared at Hayden as he handed me a towel to clean up with.
"You're lucky he didn't fire you," I hissed, trying to avoid his touch as I dabbed at the hot coffee on my skin.
"Come on, babe," Hayden whined. "I was just playing around. You know I like you."
"Well, I don't like you," I snapped, storming off to the break room to change my shirt. I couldn't stand his constant advances and the way he made me feel uncomfortable in my own workplace, and it was unacceptable.
As I changed, I could feel my anger bubbling inside of me. I was done with Hayden's games, and I was going to put an end to it. I marched out of the break room, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he was nowhere to be seen until I felt a hand slip around my waist from behind. I spun around to face Hayden, who had a devilish grin on his face.
"Hey there, beautiful," he said, his hand caressing my hip. "Miss me?"
I pushed him away with all my might, my blood boiling. "No, I didn't miss you," I spat at him. "In fact, I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. You need to stop harassing me at work, Hayden. It's completely unprofessional and unacceptable."
Hayden's face twisted into a scowl. "Oh, come on, don't be like that," he sneered. "You know you want me. I see the way you look at me, all hot and bothered."
I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness. "You're delusional if you think that, Hayden. I've never once given you the impression that I'm interested in you. In fact, I've gone out of my way to avoid you."
Hayden's grip on my waist tightened, and I felt his breath hot on my neck. "You can deny it all you want, babe," he growled. "But I know you want me. And I'm not going to stop until I get what I want."
My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. But then, suddenly, a golden-brown arm reached out and grabbed Hayden by the face; with a low growl, my savior shoved Hayden off of me as he leaped over the counter to stand in front of me.
I was shocked when I noticed that my savior was Michael Horsemen from Apocalypse. When he turned around to look at me, I gasped when his amber-brown eyes connected with mine.
"Are you okay?" Michael asked, his voice low and soothing. I nodded, still in shock from what had just happened.
He turned to face Hayden, who was now backed up against the wall, looking terrified. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Michael growled.
Hayden stammered, his eyes darting between Michael and me. "I-I was just kidding around, man. She knows I was just playing."
Michael's face darkened. "That's not playing; that's harassment. And it's not a joke."
Hayden tried to back away, but Michael stepped forward, his muscles bulging as he advanced. "You need to leave her alone, do you understand? Or I'll make sure you never work in this town again."
Hayden nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. Michael held his gaze for a moment longer, then turned back to me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked before reaching out and cupping my face; I was utterly transfixed as his gaze burned into mine. I wasn't sure what he was here, but when he leaned in to touch his lips to my forehead, the world fell away as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began guiding me out of the shop.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked as he opened the door of the large black SUV waiting out on the street. Wasn't this how a woman ended up in a body bag?
"I am taking you to my house," he says as he slides in beside me, "My brothers and I would like to have a chat with you."
"Did you get my application?" I asked as I took in his suit that hugged his body in the most delicious way.
Michael raised an eyebrow, "What application?"
"Oh, I guess you haven't seen it yet. I submitted an application to work at your club."
"I have not seen it, but I will have my manager look at it right away," he says, pulling out a cell phone and quickly typing out a message.
"Why do you and your brothers want to talk to me?" I asked, then remembered what happened last night in my dream, "Was the dream I had last night real?"
Michael let out a low growl that startled me; when I looked up at his face, I gasped when I noticed that his amber-brown eyes were now illuminated and had a diamond-shaped pupal.
"Who visited you in your dreams last night?" Micael growled.
"Ummm, it was Azrael…"
Michael clenched his hands into fists as a low rumbling growl vibrated the air around me, making me squirm in the seat.
"What did he do to you?" he asked.
"He only kissed me," I said, hoping that I didn't just throw Azrael under the bus.
"Did he say anything else?"
"Ahhh, he just said that his brothers would send him back to hell if he fucked me without all of you there," I explained as my face heated with embarrassment.
Michael crossed his arms and leaned back against the seat, "I wouldn't have sent him back to hell, but I defiantly would have been furious."
"I don't really understand what is going on."
Michael clenched his hands, looking perplexed, then reached out to trace my jaw, making me shiver, "You will know soon. Just know that we have been waiting for you for over a hundred years."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to process everything that was happening and waiting for me for over a hundred years. What did that even mean?
I sighed as I plopped back into the leather seat to stare out the window.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"As I said before, I am taking you to my house," He replied.
"And where is your house located?"
"In a village called Old Westbury, Long Island, we will be there in an hour."
"Do you drive an hour every day for work?" I asked.
Michael shook his head as he took my hand to press his lips to the inside of my palm, making me shiver as goosebumps ran up my arm.
"Not usually," He says as he plays with my fingers, "We also have apartments in the city we stay in if we don't feel like coming home."
I nodded as I looked out the window squirming in the leather seat as Michael continued to kiss my hand and play with my fingers. I wonder if he had a hand fetish? I tried not to moan when I felt his tongue trace the curve of my fingers.
Who knew that this could turn me on…I could feel my panties become soaked as Michael continued to torture my hand with his mouth. His amber-brow eyes burned into mine as he reached out and cupped the back of my head to bring his lips to mine in a hungry kiss.
Michael pulled me onto his lap as he deepened the kiss with a low growl, making me gasp as his chest vibrated against my hard nipples. I tried not to rub my aching pussy against the hardness pressing into me, but it was difficult with how turned on I was.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, shivering as his long hair came loose from its binds and tickled my sensitive skin.
I was startled when the driver cleared his throat before he said, "Ummm, sir, we are pulling into the estate."
Michael groaned as he released my mouth. I shivered as his hands skimmed over my shoulders, down my back, before he placed his hands on my ass, pulling me tighter against him. He gave me one last scorching kiss before he released me. I quickly sat back in the seat, trying to get away from his touch.
My hands shook as I ran them through my hair as I looked out the window. I could feel the heat on my cheeks as I grew embarrassed by my actions.
When we pulled into the driveway, I gasped as we made our way down the winding driveway revealing the most beautiful mansion I have ever seen that was tucked quietly into its secluded surroundings. The massive house had been painted white with black windows and a roof.
"Are you alright?" Michael asked after he helped me out of the car.
"I'm a little nervous," I admitted; as we pulled up to the house, the other three men stepped out to greet me.
Abaddon rushed to the SUV to open my door, "Welcome, my beauty, welcome to our humble home," he said with a dramatic bow.
I smiled as I took his hand, embarrassed to be in my Starbucks uniform while they were dressed in tailored suits.
"Don't worry, Angelique, you look gorgeous in your uniform," Michael says as he joins us.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I looked you up," says Abaddon, "It wasn't too difficult to find you with my computer skills."
"It wasn't the best way, but it was the fastest," Beel adds.
"Let's give you a tour before we get into why we brought you here," says Michael, hooking his arm through mine.
Azrael gave me a wink as we passed him, making me smile as I remembered my dream. This made Michael angry as he glared at Azrael, but he didn't say anything as he guided me through the double-door entry revealing a grand staircase.
The mansion had a cozy ambiance as we made our way through the living room, which had a marbled gas fireplace, an adjacent wet bar with countertops swathed in marble, and a seated island looking out over the lush landscape.
The Herringbone hardwood floors led to a formal dining room with custom de Gournay wallcoverings that provide a sophisticated backdrop for aristocratic dinner parties, accentuated by tray ceilings with gold detailing and custom built-in cabinetry for staging and storing dinnerware.
An adjacent butler's pantry was a few steps away, outfitted with black high gloss cabinetry and marble countertops.
I gaped in awe at the stunning gourmet custom kitchen that features professional-grade Sub-Zero, Wolf, Bosch appliances, and limited edition Dornbracht fixtures perfect for cultivating 5-star meals from the comfort of home. The custom wood cabinets are complemented by sleek black hardware while modern floating shelves and endless countertops of quarried marble create the ultimate feeling of opulence, anchored by an oversized island that offers additional seating under the soaring height of the space.
A breakfast nook was tucked into a window-wrapped niche overlooking the secluded grounds. The expansive space flows back into the great room with a brick and marble fireplace, all crowned by vaulted ceilings with exemplary views. This level extends into a layout designed for indoor/outdoor living under a covered entrance, an outdoor kitchen setup, and a bluestone patio that creates the perfect extended entertaining space.
As we made our way up the staircase, I saw that it led upstairs to a sophisticated-open air loft space.
The main hall leads to a set of rooms and recreational spaces. At one end was an oversized main suite with vaulted ceilings and a dueling fireplace facing a sitting room. I smiled at the spa-like master bath swathed in custom marble pieces with a floating double vanity, walk-in steam shower, freestanding soaking tub, and a private home office with coffered ceilings and fireplace.
Next, we took the elevator down to the finished basement; this level is home to a state-of-the-art temperature-controlled wine hall with a glass enclosure. As we made our way through the basement, I saw the entertainment room with a wet bar with a dual beer-tap system, billiards, poker room, and banquet seating in a nightclub-style setting with tray ceilings.
There was also a top-of-the-line fitness room with an indoor pool and door leading out back.
"Your house is huge!" I said as they guided me toward the wet bar in the entertainment room.
"We don't usually stay here," says Beel as he helped me onto a stool, "We usually stay in our apartment in the city, but we wanted to bring you out here to have a chat."