Page 58 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Smirking, I nod as I say my goodbyes. Lorelei Rose glares at me from the nosebleed seats of the auditorium as I walk out. Ah well, too bad for her.

It doesn’t work for me that she’s moved out for all intents and purposes. While her things are still there, she no longer sleeps there. Her roommates have also been grumbling about it, and feel insulted. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them reports it to the housing department to fuck with her.

Whistling under my breath as I leave the English building, I walk next door to where I’m currently holding auditions for the musical I’m producing. Some roles have already been cast, and others I haven’t found the right person for yet.

I wonder if Lorelei can sing…

The next day, I see a fear demon walking with Lorelei, their fingers interlocked. They’re chatting, and I’ve seen them together before this. I’ve found myself behind them several times as I’ve moved around campus.

I swear I’m not stalking her, it just happens. Whenever I leave to head to another location, there they are.

It’s not my fault that fate keeps throwing us together. Sometimes she’ll look around, and I wonder if she can feel me. It’s a pretty fairytale to imagine that she can.

“I’ve heard you sing on the drive home from work, baby,” he says. “You’ll have to fake it a bit if you don’t want a role in this musical.”

Samael sounds smug, and while I don’t know him well, I’ve seen him at enough faculty events that I can recognize him on sight. I’m just unsure as to what he means by his words.

“I really doubt I’ll be cast in anything, Samael,” Lorelei says, snorting. “There’s no way Professor Dalca is going to trust me with it either. The male thinks I’m an idiot.”

No, never that. More like a nuisance I can’t get out of my head. Also, if she’s any good, I’ll be sure to cast her. I want more reasons to bump into her.

Did she recognize my voice? She had to have.Questions filter through my head as I also wonder if she’d recognize my scent if she smelled it again. Is a human capable of that?

I sincerely doubt it, when monsters are the superior race.

Fuck!Why does her ass have to look so fucking good in those jeans? It’s cold today, and she’s wearing a puffy jacket I don’t remember seeing. Did Samael buy it for her?

Maybe she is a gold digger.

Smoothing out the sneer as quickly as it appears on my lips, I enter the theater through a different door than the “happy” couple. I’m jealous that Samael gets to have so much more time with her, yet I despise myself for these feelings.

This door takes me through the back of the building, and I nod at the theater students who are already here. During one of my observations with a dean of the arts, he asked me if I thought I could turn someone who was untrained into a performer.

I’m afraid I may have talked myself up too much, and now I’m in this mess. I’m confident that I can make this work, though. I have to.

The theater seating is filling with both monsters and humans as I grab my clipboard and make my way to the front row. While I went specifically to Dr. Opus’ classroom for a favor, I still have an open casting call to the theater department for auditions.

I have a list of creatures and humans who signed up to audition, and I’m impatient. I want to know if the little bird is a songbird or not.

“Lorelei Rose!” I call out. “You’re up! Are you here?”

While I’ve heard her voice before, my cock still twitches hard when I hear her yell, “Coming!”

Great, now all I can imagine is how pretty she looks when she comes. Fuck my life.

Crossing my legs, my hoof sways back and forth impatiently as I watch Lorelei walk across the stage.

“If you need musical accompaniment, tell the pianist what you’ll be singing,” I say dismissively.

Her class was given a few different songs to learn in case it was needed, and I raise my brow at her in indifference. Sing or don’t, I pretend not to care all while desperately wanting to know if she can fucking sing or not.

Moving over to the pianist, she murmurs something to him before walking back to the microphone. He begins a song that I vaguely recall, and then she’s singing. It’s… beautiful. The notes are solid, lilting, and the words are crisp.

My bottom lip drops open as I get lost in her audition, the last note releasing me from my stupor. This little slip of a girl can hold her own. It’s a shame she’s not in a theater concentration.

“Thank you Miss Rose,” I grunt. “Someone will contact you about what we decide.”

Because of her class with Dr. Opus, she’ll receive a job either way, but her audition just earned her a singing role. That is not helping to lessen my obsession with her in any way. It doesn't need to at this point, I’ll gladly drown in it.

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