Page 91 of Obsession

To hell with his charming smile and all the things I knew his mouth could do.

I bit my lip tensely, and his gaze traveled down to follow the movement.

“She told me your name was Elay. Am I missing something?”

I changed the subject to the first thing that came to mind.

“It’s my middle name, but only Iolanda uses it.”

I wanted to ask why, but I didn’t.

“Mhm, it doesn’t suit you either,” I tried to tease him, but he just smiled, completely unmoved.

“You’re one to talk, Avril!”

My eyes widened in shock. How on earth did he know my middle name?

“You’re starting to scare me with the things you’re not supposed to know about me.”

He waggled his eyebrows.

I scrutinized him through the frighteningly hot rays of the sun, and it was almost shocking that he was also sweating like a human. Every time I looked at him, he seemed to get more and more demonic.

My pulse began to race as his gaze fell on my legs. The devil had tempted me to wear a skirt, and now I had no choice but to suffer the consequences.

“If you’re good, I promise to tell you what I really like to be called.”

Good?Had I understood that correctly? My palm itched to slap him again.

“Demon, I suppose.”

“Not even close. They only call me that on the tracks.”

I let out a theatrical sigh.

“Too bad I’ll never be’‘good’for you, and I will never know your other names. I guess I will just have to keep calling you Perverted Asshole.”

His grin was perfect for a perverted con artist. To change the subject, I jerked my head toward Iolanda, who was still talking to the truck driver.

“Is she related to you?”

She said he was a friend’s son, but I wanted to check.

His eyes told me he knew exactly what I was thinking about. He came closer until his voice was just a whisper.

“Are you afraid I might be your cousin and you can’t do all the things in your deviant mind to me?”

At the last second, I clenched my fist and was about to punch him without thinking about it first. His smile told me that he had been expecting it.

I muttered quietly to myself. He brought everything bad inside me to the surface in a split second.

“No, love, we’re not related. She’s just friends with my mother.”

I raised my eyebrows disinterestedly.

“Too bad.”

I left it to him to draw the conclusions from my last answer; he narrowed his eyes, dangerously this time, but Iolanda came back before he had a chance to say anything else. The poor woman was panting from the heat. The truck driver tried to turn, so the doors of the container faced the warehouse.

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