Page 17 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“How the hell do you know about my screenplay? Did you go through my things?” I grabbed my laptop and pulled it to my chest, as if that would erase the knowledge from his head.

“Isn’t that what you sent me there to do? I can’t help it if I can read.” He finally sat on the chair across from me. “Honestly, it started off pretty good. That’s what took me so long. Started reading and lost track of time.”

“That is a violation of my privacy!” I shouted. “How could you do that?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your fascination with alien porn.” Metice snorted, and his horns grew.

“It is not alien porn!” I defended my work about a woman whose blind date turned out to be an alien.

“Sure.” He leaned back, and his shoulders shook with laughter. “Now I know why you were so quick to fuck me when we first met: working out scenes for your story. I wonder what your dreams are really like.”

“Shut up.” My face actually warmed with embarrassment. “This isn’t right.” I felt like I would cry—the embarrassment, the fear, the lasting denial. It became too much. “I shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t have taken me from my home.”

“Yes. You’ve said that already.” His laughter stopped, and he straightened, voice turning serious. “Are you always so repetitive? If so, it’s going to make this a lot more difficult to get through.”

“Do you honestly expect me to sit here and say nothing?” I asked. “What would you do in my position? What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t care what you do, just as long as you don’t leave this room. You have everything you asked for. Hell, read a book.” He pointed to his bedroom. “I have plenty, though some of them you won’t be able to understand. Whatever you do, make the best of it. I can’t keep popping to Earth to help you when I have things to do here. Until I find a solution, this is the best option.” He stood from the chair and looked over his shoulder at the door. “Speaking of which, I have to leave now. Stay put.”

“Where the hell would I go?” I asked as he turned and walked away ,leaving me sitting with the pile of my belongings. “It’s not as if I can poof my way out of this place like you can.”

For the first hour, I worked on my crochet project. After several attempts at solving the riddle of the hood I wanted to attach to the top of the crop shirt, I unraveled most of it and tossed it back into the bag. And of course, boredom led me right back to snooping. Hell, he’d gone through my stuff, even read my damn writing. He had lost all rights to privacy in my book.

This time, I opened a different door and was so damned thrilled to find what resembled a bathroom. There was no working toilet, but there was a large stone tub. How he filled that tub I didn’t know, because there wasn’t a faucet in sight.

“Does he wash his ass at all?” I frowned then tried to erase that thought, because if he didn’t, I’d probably get some sort of secondary skin disorder after the nasty, sweaty sex we had together. It would be just like me to trade the booty juice jerk for a dirty demon who didn’t understand what soap was.

Too disgusted by my own imagined skin disease, I gave up on trying to figure out how anything in the room worked. Stepping back into the main room, I intended to go through my things and organize them as much as I could, but there was a knock at the door. The same door Metice used to leave his home. The door he told me not to go out of.

“Oh, now you want to have some damn manners?” I joked as I opened the door, expecting it to be the brooding demon showing his odd sense of humor. It wasn’t him. I choked on my words the moment the door opened, and I saw who was waiting on the other side. “Oh, shit.”

I stood there, face to boobs with a demoness who stood at least a foot taller than me. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes scanned the long legs, muscular torso, plump breasts, and bright green skin up to the angular face with large eyes and full lips set in a tight grimace as she realized I wasn’t who she was expecting either.

Delayed common sense kicked in, and I pushed the door closed, but the green giant stopped me. Her hand, fixed with sharp black claws, grabbed the edge of the door and pushed it back at me. I stumbled back, avoiding falling, and watched as the unannounced visitor entered Metice’s home.

“Look what we have here. Is Metice bringing his hunts back home?” A deep, sultry voice crossed her lips as she spoke. “And he’s not even sharing. How unlike him.”

“Hunts?” I choked. Was that what I was? Had he hunted me? Was he going to kill me? I snapped myself back to focus. Now was not the time to go on a paranoid search for answers to questions that didn’t matter.

She inhaled the air like she could use it to tell her a story and then frowned. Apparently, she didn’t like what she learned.

“Who are you?” Large orange eyes narrowed as the demon examined me the way I had her just moments before. “Why are you here?”

“Excuse me?” I might have been scared shitless, but it felt like I was being accused of something.

“Where is Metice?” She changed her question.

“As if I would know that.” I shrugged. “He dropped me here then left.”

“Well, aren’t you annoying?” She crossed the room. “I could kill you in an instant. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m already in hell, so how much worse could things get?” I took a half step back.

“You smell,” she sniffed me again, “interesting.”

“That new natural deodorant,” I couldn’t help my mouth even in the face of danger. “I swear, they say it’s long lasting, but that’s a lie.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Metice asked from behind the woman, and my asshole unclenched. If he was there, it meant she wouldn’t hurt me, and I didn’t have to worry about shitting my pants.

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