Page 15 of The Devil's Fire

“Rude! You shouldn’t tell a lady to shut up.” She snapped back.

Oh, she’s a fiery one.

“I thought you clarified that you were not a lady, no?” I tilted my head slightly to the side, giving a rather devilish grin. She frowned.

“… Whatever.”

“I’m not a patient man. Eat.” She still hesitated and looked back and forth between the food on the table and me. “What is it now?” I gritted out in annoyance.

“I’ll eat, I promise!” She assured me quickly. “It’s just that… It feels weird to eat if you’re not eating… Like, are you just going to watch me?” I stared at her blankly, seeing her become uncomfortable and squirming in her seat as she looked at me with her big emerald eyes.

Fucking hell. Her eyes are so fucking green and so fucking innocent-looking.

I gave her a long look before I grabbed a plate of pasta and ate. I watched her shoulders sag with relief before she focused on the food. I simply watched her as she ate, observing her body language and waiting for her to make a surprise move.

But she never did.

Instead, she ate her food in such a way that had me hiding a smile behind my hand as I leaned back in my seat. Her eyes closed, and she completely forgot I was present.

I pulled out my gun and aimed it right at her head when she grabbed a knife to cut her food. This woman had zero awareness as she simply continued to eat, unaware, in pure bliss.

Not a threat.

I tucked away my gun, finished my food, and leaned back to watch her again. She let out a satisfied sigh when she was done, and her eyes were slowly drooping.

“Impressive.” I said as I rubbed my jaw, biting back a smile when she jumped in startlement. She could definitely eat, and, for some reason, it filled me with contentment to see her like this.

“Okay, listen. Let me just say this and save you some time; I know nothing. I don't know why this or how that. Nada. I hadn't talked to my father in twelve years before tonight, so you're really not going to get anything out of me.” Althaia said tiredly.

“I know.” I gave her a smug grin, and she raised her brows in surprise.

“Then why are you here?” Her eyes sparked with curiosity.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder about.” I could tell my answer displeased her. She was like a damn open book; so easy to read.

I leaned in, resting my arms on my thighs, and took my time looking at her. She looked at me almost as if I was a fascinating piece of art.

“You are an interesting, pretty little thing. You have my attention.” I smirked and watched her swallow hard.

“I’m not sure I want it.” She said in a breathless whisper, and my cock fucking twitched again.

I stood up and went to the door before my dick got visibly hard. I rested my hand on the handle, glancing at her over my shoulder as she stared at me with those big, green innocent eyes that instantly made me hard.

“Goodnight, Althaia. It was a pleasure.” I winked and left.

seven

Althaia

“Thaia, get your ass up!” I heard Cara shout while constantly banging on the door.

I let out an annoyed groan.

I couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning with my mind racing about all that had happened. And that Devil named Damiano did nothing to ease my mind.

When he said we would have a chat soon, I thought it was just to scare the shit out of me, which worked. And then he freaking showed up out of the blue like the Devil he was.

I know I have complained about how my life was getting a little too boring, and said I desperately needed some excitement in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for everything in my life and what my mother has provided for me. Because of her, I was living a comfortable life.

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