With a piercing look, Diana kept her eyes like a pointy knife towards Yohan, sending shivers down his spine. If it was a glare of anger or disappointment, Yohan could have handled it or shrugged it off, but it had a vibe of sensuousness, which unsettled him.
"Ahem! What happened? Why are you looking at me... like that?" Yohan stammered and asked, trying his best to look straight and converse calmly. But Diana instead of answering, moved closer to Yohan, cornering him.
"Hey!"
"What? I just wanna take a look at those files. I can't see it from there—"
"Yeah, sure. Please take it. Look at it, by yourself—"
"I want to take a look at it... but with you." Diana, with an eerily looking smile, said.
Diana was always known as the sultry queen who could play both the tormenting interrogator and a swooning seductress, effortlessly. No living men, women had resisted her charms, but Yohan always remained a curious case.
"Hmm... No thanks. I... Can you stop it? Why are you rubbing my thighs?" Yohan moved Diana's approaching pointy-nailed fingers, away from his thighs, using the folders as the fork.
"You know... I was always been curious about this ONE... Thing." She poured all the sweet, sexy sauce into the tone of the words, talking at a whispery volume.
"About what?"
"Hmmmmmm... If he was given a CHANCE. Will the great Uncrowned King ever sleep with the Vampire Princess?... That one."
Yohan, as he soon heard that, felt his jaws hitting the floor. He tried to laugh it off and move, but Diana moved an inch closer and tightly cornered Yohan to the window, letting her chest be in close proximity to his elbow. Poor Yohan felt suffocated and his hormones betrayed him as well.
"Sleep in what sense?"
"The usual one... The FUCKing. I can allow you to fuck me—"
"Nah, I'm good!"
Smiling to herself in a devilish fashion, Diana forcibly punched the limits and completely pushed herself towards Yohan, crushing her bosoms against Yohan's arm.
"Give it a thought... It's not that bad."
"You can ask that to the Uncrowned King, but as Yohan, I would actually refuse that offer—"
"But it's just ONE NIGHT... You can forget it like a fever dream and move on to the next day. I'll continue hating you, and you can continue running away from the Underworld. It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or anything. Consider that I'm trying to do a favour for you... You may not live to see the next day. So, why just not use me, and lose your 'V' card?"
Both the offer and her voice sounded extremely tempting and peppered with sultry honey. And Yohan, a mere mortal, felt his brain getting dizzy and heaved long sighs, listening to her. For a second, he thought of letting himself succumb to her allure. But the pain of the past scarred him badly enough for him to remain straight.
Giving a sad smile, Yohan uttered,
"Thank You, But No Thanks. I'll rather die as a virgin..."
The tense-filled atmosphere died a brutal death, and whatever remained of it was cold-hearted silence and frustration.
Diana frowned, and mildly chuckled, backing off from Yohan. She nodded to herself and tightly shut her eyelids, resting her head on the headrest.
"Seems like you hate me more than I hate you..." she said, smiling. But her voice was devoid of joy and sounded more like she was longing for something. Something that Yohan could give.
"Let's say I have enough scars given by you. And I'm not ready for another one—"
"Will it heal, if I apologise?"
"I don't think so."
And with that answer from her ex-fiancee, Diana minded her own business, holding a sinking feeling in her heart. Then together, they travelled together to the 'Armoury Cave'.
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Jumping into the untied robe, Catherine walked along the empty hallways of her hotel, barely clad with a masked yet naked man following after religiously; the same stranger who met the Ghost Whisperer.
"Adam... So, heard anything from the whisperer?" she asked, as they reached for the elevator.
The masked man, Adam, shook his head, negatively. "He just yells at our men to get all the way from his back. Says, he knows what he's doing."
Hearing the relayed message, Catherine sighed and pouted. "Well, I can't wait... I hope he lives up to his name... That motherfucker!"
Catherine gritted her teeth, rubbing her throat, reminded of the time she met the Ghost Whisperer for the first time.
She felt herself under the mercy of the seven-foot man, with silver long hair and a wrinkled face. But despite his age, the whisperer looked ripped as a bull and his shredded big shoulders almost fulfilled their duty of crushing Catherine's windpipe. But the Whisperer dropped her at the last second.
'Don't order me, sweetheart... I'm not exactly a gentleman. Might crush your head next time...'
The words rang like a haunting melody inside Catherine, who took a deep sigh and cracked her knuckles.
"ADAM!"
Hearing his boss in a serious tone, Adam nodded immediately, ready to do anything. "Yes, Mademoiselle!"
"Arrange some top-tier freelance assassins... Offer our girls as payment. I want both the Whisperer and Yohan down tonight!"