Page 23 of Under My Bed

Waving her hand dismissively, she scoffed warily, "Oh please, that's too much work to be able to summon, contain, and control a demon." Well, she sounded too comfortable with that fact.

Then, she grew serious again with an unsure smile. "For your sake, I hope this Kassie demon gets his horns untwisted."

Yeah, I hope so, too.

God, please help this situation.

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Stella

1 week later

"Kastoron, please, I can't do this anymore."

Another painful and awful week had passed since Kastoron last held me and left me broken. I shouldn't be hung up over him, but the thought of moving on with anyone else physically pained me.

So, here I was, being a depressed lump in bed, hoping to everything holy and unholy out there to answer my prayer to send my demon back to me.

My demon. Be fucking real Stella.

Kastoron wasn't mine, but deep down, I wished he was. Crazy as it sounded, it felt like he should be mine.

I couldn't feel his presence, but I hoped he could hear me somehow. "Please, can we talk," I begged in no particular direction.

Dead silence.

I hated this silent, invisible lover shit from Kastoron. I mean, it was one thing to fuck me and act like it never happened, but to avoid me while still doing shit around the house was rude. Then, to act like he gave a damn the other day with Gracie was another knife twist to my aching heart.

The thing was, I really just wanted to talk to him about this whole matter. I had no intentions of pushing him into a relationship or anything; I really did wish only to address his response and our standing with each other. I mean, if he wanted to have some kind of friends-with-benefits situation with us, fine, whatever, just stop treating me like shit afterward. No strings attached? Kay, fine, again, quit treating me like crap after screwing me stupid.

Would it be great if somehow we had a productive and beneficial talk that resulted in us starting some kind of healthy relationship with each other? Yes, it would be very great.

But I was desperate and hooked on Kastoron, and I would take whatever I could get.

I sounded stupid, but as I said before, there was some kind of pull I had towards him—a special connection. That was the other thing I wanted to talk to him about because something about him brought a certain life to me.

"Kassie… Please…" My voice cracked as memories came flooding in along with bad feelings. "Don't hurt me like the others have. Don't be like my douchebag of an ex and fuck with my feelings like this, please."

I felt stupid for shedding some tears over this matter. "You can't just warm your way into my heart, give me mind-blowing sex and sweetness, and then just leave." Scoffing angrily, I laughed at myself a little. "If you just wanted to fuck and dump, then you should have just taken what you wanted without getting me to lower my walls for you."

I didn't do one-night stands, but at least if I knew what I got into, then I could better prepare myself for the aftermath. With how tender Kastoron was with me that night, I went into it thinking something more would come out of our relationship.

Well, jokes on me.

Talking to the air would get me nowhere. Maybe I should go to the library and look for a book on how to summon a damn demon and pull his ass out myself.

Sighing heavily, I tucked the idea away for tomorrow as I felt myself drift off from my exhaustion.

Then, just like every night, I felt his faint caress. Only this time, I fought my drowsiness enough to wake fully.

He won't escape me this time.

The moment I felt his fingers brush my palm and lace between mine, I reacted, tightening my hold on him until I had him in a vice grip.

Leaning over the edge of the bed fully, I peered down at his stunned face that looked up at me.

"What are we?"

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