Page 10 of Under My Bed

"Promise you'll give me your name?" She asked in a wary voice and unsure eyes that furrowed together.

Groaning with a roll of my eyes, I nodded. "Yes, you annoying woman."

I expected an answer right away, but she hesitated momentarily with tightened and pursed lips. "Like I said before, not that I am starving myself because I still eat my three meals a day. I just eat what's needed to slim down." She admitted almost shamefully.

"That's a load of bullshit. Slim down? Why on this green earth would you need to do that? You are perfectly fine how you are, and more importantly, you appear healthy." Sure, she might have a little extra tummy, but it wasn't even that much.

Not that I would admit it to the damned human, but I found her perfect, curves and all. Honestly, though, she wasn't even that much overweight or anything, so I have no idea what went on in her stupid little head. If I didn't have much restraint, I'd tie her down and use her plush thighs as a pillow to nap. Then that juicy ass, damn, I wanted to grab and grope them, sink my teeth into them, and Lucifer, they'd look so wonderful jiggling from a nice spank.

And I was more than willing to bet she was a nice cuddle, too. She'd fill my arms quite nicely, and her soft body would feel like a cloud against mine. Actually, she would probably feel like a lovely teddy bear, like those obnoxiously huge ones human males liked to get their woman on Valentine's Day.

"You should take your own advice that you tell your clients, love your body as it is because it's beautiful and shit. Don't be one of those hypocritical idiots." I scoffed softly with crossed arms.

"They look beautiful. I, on the other hand, look icky. I'm just a little chunky and chubby and need to lose a few pounds or twenty." Her voice started to trail off towards the end, making me reach over and grab her face.

The shadows that hid my face fell away fully to show my stern expression to her. "You. Look. Perfect."

"Holy shit, you look hot." I don't think she realized what she said because she continued to stare at me with those awestruck eyes. Then, she even went as far as touching my face.

I didn't like to be touched, but I wasn't too bothered by her soft hands. So, I let her hands linger on my face. Although, I couldn't help but chuckle a little in response. "Not all demons look horrendous or have a face that not even their mother could love."

"Well, you always have your face covered, and I didn't know why. I mean, you could have been hiding some deformity for all I know." She remarked with a roll of her eyes before she went back to trailing her fingers over every inch of my face and ram-like horns.

Fluttering my eyes shut, I let myself enjoy the feeling of her soft fingers working down my forehead, over my prominent eyebrows, down the high bridge of my nose to my full lips. "I still need a name for this handsome face." She giggled cheekily as she traced my sharp jawline.

Rolling my eyes, I reached my hands up and reluctantly removed her hands from my face because I didn't like the warm fuzzy feeling blooming in my chest from the contact. "Kastoron." I reluctantly answered her.

"Kastoron…" She tested my name out on her tongue a few times before looking at me with pursed lips, which had me tilting my head in response. "I'm gonna call you Kassie."

"I beg your fucking pardon!?"

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Stella

Humming to myself, I happily moved about the kitchen to make breakfast for the day.

Thud!

Instinctively, I ducked my head and avoided the jar of salt that came flying at me from across the kitchen.

"Kassie, that's not nice. I mean, I needed the salt, but you could have handed it to me nicely." I chided playfully, not even bothering with looking around for Kastoron, who I knew at this point constantly lingered around me.

A low growl ripped through the air before he physically manifested before me and threw me against the kitchen counter using the shadows under us. "Would you quit calling me that!? It's such an insult to call me such a girly nickname!" He snapped with a soft glare and scowl.

"Okay, that's just rude because Kassie can so be a guy's name. No such thing as a boy and girl name in this day and age. This is an all-inclusive home, mister, so none of that shit. It's the 21st century, and we accept everyone and everything." If his stupid shadow tendrils weren't holding my hands down against the counter, I would wag a finger in his face.

Stunned, he blinked silently at me a few times before releasing me fully to lean in and trap me against the counter between his strong arms. "Excuse you? What century now?" His face hung inches from mine as he raised an eyebrow.

"Twenty-first," I replied in a confused voice.

Well, I never thought it was possible for a demon to have that mid-life crisis look on their face, yet here Kastoron stood, stunned as hell. "Unholy shit… Are you serious? You're not joking with me?" After I made no indication of proving him wrong, he groaned exasperatedly and pulled at the two black ram-like horns that protruded from the top of his head. "Satan's ball sack. I've been in this damn place for five centuries!"

Pursing my lips in thought, I looked down at my hands and tried to do the math in my head but failed horribly. "Uhh how many years is that?" According to my failed math, that would have placed him in the 16th century or so.

"Five thousand years, give or take. Lucifer's halo, I didn't think I'd been trapped here that long." He grumbled with a scowl.

I was about to make a comment about his age because, to me, that was ancient, but the last part caught my attention more. "Trapped? What do you mean?" He didn't seem trapped with how freely he moved around the house and did stuff. Hell, I've even seen him outside on some occasions, and he has followed me outside, too.

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