I have been thinking of how to take Layla home in a way that the will readily agree to come with me but I just can't come up with a good reason. She keeps trying to distance herself from me and it hurts.
We arrived at her hostel but she refused to invite me in. I come up with an excuse for her to let me in and she did!
I sat on her bed thinking of my next move. She comes out of her small kitchen with a cup of tea.
"Here's your tea. Drink it and leave." She says not sparing me a glance. I just find everything about her cute. She's really feisty but I find it endearing. When she stares at me with those sexy eyes I try controlling the urge to kiss them, her lips, nose, boobs, her fair skin everything about her drives me insane.
She goes to shower while I continue to sip my tea. Minutes later I decide to take a nap. I keep on daydreaming about her. How she'd fill under my skin, her taste, how she'll moan my name loud. She's damn sexy.
The shower stops running and I can hear her approaching. I could feel her gaze lingering on my sleeping figure. I know she feels attracted to me but keeps on hiding it. Well which lady won't be attracted me. I have everything. Wealth, power, authority, a physique that causes people to drool, a handsome face, and charisma.
"Hey. Get up right now." I notice she was trying not to sound nervous. Her voice was a bit shaky but it sounded like music to my ears even though she was trying to send me away.
"Logan. Call me Logan but if you can't, you can always call me 'husband'". I teased with my eyes still closed. I sit up to see her alluring face with her wet hair standing some feet away from me. Some of her hairs were sticking to her face and I feel like putting them behind her ears.
Her voice came again this time in a commanding tone bringing me back from my reverie.I can see how my presence was making her feel uneasy. Then a thought popped up in my head. "What if I told you I know where your parents are? Your birth parents." As soon as the words left my mouth, I noticed her face piqued with interest.
So I begin telling her everything about her family while watching her face change into different reaction. She looks really happy to know that her family are safe and when she heard me say she's part demon and witch, her face beamed with happiness. I wish I could enter her head and read her mind but I couldn't. It felt like there was a barrier in between. I can read peoples' mind but hers was different.
I finished my story and entertained all her questions and cleared her doubts. I remembered her bracelet and asks her not to take it off for any reason.
After, I inform her that she'll need to start her training sessions but she begins to give excuses. I smirk inwardly. "My love you can't escape this one." I thought to myself.
" You don't have to worry about that. Besides you are part demon and you don't need to attend classes to pass. About the job, you don't need one. I'm here for you and I'll provide everything you'll be needing. I won't want my wife working for anyone. You belong only to me." I said reassuringly. I know I sounded a bit possessive and full of myself but I really don't care. I just her for myself and myself alone.
After some minutes I teleported back to my place to make some preparation for me to bring her home. I want to see her every day, spend time with her and be with her.
It's nighttime and everything is set. I can't wait a second more to bring her home. I knew she would soon get back to her apartment so have decided to surprise her with my presence.
As she opens her door I could see a little tinge of joy that was immediately replaced with her feisty aura. She began attacking me with her questions getting ready to send me away. I really don't get why she keeps trying to distance herself from me.
I go straight to the point and asks her to come home with me but as expected she starts giving excuses again. Her rent, school, job and other things that aren't significant.
I try my possible best to convince her. I promise to repay her double of what she spent on her rent, sort out her school and everything else. She surprisingly agrees but...she starts talking about conditions.
"Damn it. I know where this is going." I murmured to myself.
"Alright then. What are the conditions?"
"* You can't appear in my room at your freewill. You must walk in through the door only if I permit you.
*Do not cross your boundaries and by that I mean you can't make any sexual advances towards me.
*Stop calling me "Little one" my name is Layla.
*Also I'll pick a room of my choice.
Lastly you have to promisee that you'll reunite me with my parents." She concludes.
Most of what she said doesn't sit well with me and I complained about it but he threats not to come with me. With no other option left I agreed to them.
When she was done packing, she asks me to get her things out but I teasingly ask her to hug me but she shoots me a hard glare. I dare not say that again so I innocently explained everything to her.
We arrived at my home. My magnificent home. I watched every single expression on her face and was excited when I saw how pleased she was.
I intensionally took her to the floor I had arranged her room and ask her to pick a room of her choice.
Soon she found it. I could see happiness and joy filling her eyes. She walks round the mini parlor and heads towards the room door. She opens it and sees the purple colours the king sized bed with purple sheets and duvets. She turns smiling at me before saying:
"I'll take this one." I smiled in return knowing my hard work paid off. I want to keep seeing her smiling like this all the time.
I left the room to go call her a maid. I give the maid the dress I got for her. It was a strapless slim fitted long off-white gown that flows freely from the knee downwards which the back partially exposed. I was going to throw a welcome party for the love of my life.
I handed her the other things I got and she left.
I went downstairs to see that the servants had already started with the preparations and we're almost done. I nodded my head in satisfaction before heading to her room. I was about to enter before I remembered one of her conditions. I sigh in frustration and knock on the door. Seconds later she appears in front of me looking lost.
I sit on the sofa while questioning her. It also happens to be that she hasn't tried the dress on yet.
Soon her face turns bright red and as I take steps towards her, her back hits the wall with my face only a few inches away from hers. I noticed how she gulps and look at my lips.
I chuckled inwardly. I guess my little demon is already fantasizing kissing me. Bringing my lips closer to hers she didn't flinch for once but instead closed her eyes.