Page 10 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

While I worked, the adrenaline that rushed through my veins settled, and then came the rush of pain. Why the hell I thought I could be thrown around by a demon and not be severely injured was beyond me. I popped open the bottle of ibuprofen I kept in the drawer by the sink and tossed three pills into my mouth.

When I finished my chaotic collection, I sat down in front of a plate of leftover chicken, a bowl of sweet pickles, a side of spinach dip, and a bowl of spicy popcorn. I frowned at the collection; something was missing. Then, it hit me. I ran to the fridge and grabbed the leftover crab macaroni from two nights ago. My ass did a little happy dance while I quickly warmed it up, then returned to the meal and prepared to dig in.

“What are you eating?” The deep voice scared me so much, the fork went flying out of my hand. When I looked up, I was no longer alone. Demon boy sat in the chair across from me, crab macaroni on his face.

“Dammit, don’t do that!” I should have been terrified and possibly running for my life, but maybe my hunger made me delusional, because I busted out laughing before quickly slapping my hand over my mouth when I saw the crab meat dangling from the tip of his nose. “My bad.”

“That smells foul.” He picked a napkin from the table to wipe the food from his face. “How can you eat like this?”

“My meal smells no worse than your sizzling demon friend.” I shrugged.

“Well, I wasn’t preparing to eat him.” He finished wiping his face.

“Not something you guys do?” I asked. “Cannibalism?”

“Did it look like we were friends?” He went back to my earlier statement, carefully avoiding the accusation. “I killed him. If we were friends, would I have done that?”

“For all I know, that’s how demons play.” I picked up the piece of chicken and took a bite, quickly following it with a sweet pickle covered in spinach dip.

“You’re no longer questioning my existence?” He frowned at me, and I thought he might actually pout.

“I figure if I’m losing my mind, I might as well steer into the skid.” I got up and headed to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of soda. “Besides, I can talk to you about you being a demon. If I mention it to anyone else, they’ll look at me like I need to be locked away for my safety.”

“Speaking of your safety.” He watched me carefully as I returned to my seat. “What the hell were you doing out there by yourself?”

“Excuse me?” I slammed the drink down and rolled my eyes. “I’m a grown-ass woman and I do what I want. That’s what I was doing out there. Who do you think you are, coming up in my house and questioning me about what I’m doing?”

“It’s not safe,” he spoke in a strained voice, visibly trying to keep his cool. I could already tell I tested his patience, and I wasn’t planning on stopping.

“Well, it’s not like demon attacks have been common in my life. Why would I have thought that a place I visit damn near once a week would suddenly be dangerous just because you popped up in my bedroom?” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you going to lecture me about how I need to stay safe? Is that what’s happening here? Because if it is, let me trade this soda for a glass of wine.”

“I can’t pop up here every time you’re in danger,” he scolded me. “Be more careful.”

“I’m sorry.” I looked over my shoulder, searching for someone who wasn’t there, because he clearly wasn’t talking to me. “Who asked you to? Do you see them here?”

“You did!” he said through tight lips. “Do you not remember the ritual you did under the moon?”

“I said words, you came here. We did what we did, and I sent you on your way. I didn’t call you back up here.” I chewed on the thought for a moment. Had I unknowingly called out to him while running for my life? “Yeah, no. I didn’t do the spell again. You just appeared.”

“I think you’re smart enough to know it’s not as simple as telling me to go away.” He leaned forward on his elbows. “You read those fantasy books; don’t they cover how all this works? It’s not all fiction, obviously, so apply the same logic here.”

“Why the hell can’t it be that simple?” I huffed. “I don’t want you here. Yes, I’ve read a lot of those books, but this is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me, so don’t act like I’m supposed to be the expert on getting rid of unwanted demons. Besides, that spell was supposed to bring me a soulmate, a loving, doting man who would kill big bugs and build custom bookshelves for me, not some angry ass demon who thinks he can tell me what to do.”

“That ritual ties us together.” He huffed, clearly annoyed he had to explain himself. “You asked for a soulmate, and you got it. A tie between two souls. I know you weren’t exactly expecting it to work, or expecting it to bring you a demon, but here I am.” He leaned back in his seat and shook his head. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not exactly a well-liked guy where I come from.”

“What does that mean?” Suddenly, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. A tie between two souls and a demon who wasn’t well liked—what the hell had I gotten myself into?

“It means that smelly demon won’t be the last to come after you. They know about you, and they think you’re a weak point for me.”

“So, what? Your enemies are now my enemies?” I could feel the air leaving the room. “There’s some demonic target on my back because we fucked?”

“Not because we fucked, but yes.” He nodded. “Demons have energy signatures, and mine is now intertwined with yours.”

“Oh, well, fuck me.” I flopped back in my seat and placed my hand on my chest to steady my breathing. “This can’t be happening.”

“I did that already. Do you want me to do it again?” He grinned, and his horns grew with the spread of his lips.

“Very funny, demon boy.” I pointed to his forehead. “You can put those away.”

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