Page 79 of Obsession

“Welcome to my world,” I fire back, adjusting my short dress. My movement catches his eyes, which are now glowing as he stares at my legs. Good, let him burn. Childish? Probably, but at least I’m mature enough to admit it. “Did you at least use protection?” I quietly ask.

“Succubi can’t pass human diseases when in demonic form,” he answers. Not wanting to hear anything else about sex with she-demons, I close my mouth.

We ride in uncomfortable silence to the restaurant. As he pulls up to the valet stand, Damion hurries out of the car, opens my door for me, and tosses over my keys to the valet. We enter a trendy, upscale restaurant that’s packed with hordes of people. All the women turn and watch Damion as we work our way to the hostess booth. “Damion Blackmon, party of two,” he says with a polite smile.

“Of course, right this way,” she says with flushed cheeks, eyeing Damion up and down. She leads us through a packed house, glancing over her shoulder every few steps to eye-fuck Damion.

We arrive at a small private dining room, and she holds the door open for us. “Let me know if you need anything,” she says quietly, giving him a lustful look.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to do that,” I say sweetly, but internally I’m seething.

Damion pulls out my chair and then takes a seat across from me. My wanton witch looks absolutely stunning.

Still not having decided if I’m his wanton witch, I simply smile at the compliment. “This is a really nice restaurant,” I say verbally, taking in the ultra-modern decor of the room. I’m not ready for the intimacy of a silent conversation at the moment.

“It comes highly recommend by Zazel.”

“How is your father?”

“Excuse me, Mr. Blackmon?” A gentleman sticks his head in the door. “Mr. Zazel would like a word with you and your companion.” Did we just conjure the devil?

Damion smiles. “Of course,” he answers smoothly, but a small tic in his jaw gives him away.

We follow the man to a much larger private room, and Zazel stands to greet us. “Father, I didn’t know you’d be dining here this evening. I thought you were in Chicago.”

“My son, what a nice surprise. Last minute change of plans.” They do their manly half hug greeting. “And Aubry, a pleasure as always,” he says, placing a kiss on each of my cheeks; doubling my energetic shield, I try not to jerk away from his touch.

A sexy blonde woman stands and sashays over to greet us. “Damion, so nice to see you again so soon,” the woman hums, giving Damion a lingering kiss on each cheek. She’s a sexy, curvy woman, I’d guess in her early thirties, with long platinum-blonde hair, jade-colored eyes, and ample cleavage not so subtly on display. Her outfit consists of two tiny scraps of black fabric that barely contain her voluptuous breasts and a skirt with a short hemline that barely covers her ass. Spiky black heels at least six inches high and shiny red lips finish her sexpot look.

“We haven’t met,” the woman tells me, and even though I’m several inches taller, she still manages to look down her nose at me. “I’m Stacy.” Ah, so this is the succubus Damion fucked. Isn’t that fantastic. Thanks Universe for the Devil upright card. Middle finger upright is what I’m feeling in response.

“Hello, I’m Aubry,” I say with a tight smile.

“Stacy and I were just discussing a joint venture. But enough business. Son, you and Aubry simply must dine with us,” Zazel says.

“Oh, you simply must,” Stacy agrees.

“Father, thank you for the invitation, but my girlfriend and I planned on enjoying a date this evening alone.”

“Isn’t that sweet,” Stacy says with faux enthusiasm.

“Nonsense. I insist,” Zazel commands.

Zazel and Damion stare each other down, and I’m not sure what exactly I’m witnessing here between father and son. The energy of the room has shifted—it now feels electric. And since I’d rather not be electrocuted while Damion’s succubus fling watches with glee, I end the standoff. “Damion, it’s fine,” I say, taking a seat.

His features are masked as he sits beside me. I’m sorry.

Okay. Because what else can be said? I may have been able to get past Sonia’s crap and become her friend, but is the Universe seriously trying to force me to become a saint?

“When Damion and I had our little romp, I didn’t know he had a human girlfriend,” Stacy says in an overly innocent tone. I glance over to gauge Zazel’s reaction, but his handsome face remains impassive.

“We were broken up at the time. A witch hexed our relationship, but Aubry was able to break the spell,” Damion responds before I can jump over the table and gouge this she-demon’s eyes out with my salad fork.

“Ah, yes. Bettina,” Zazel says.

How the hell does he know that?

I’ve told you, there’s not much my father doesn’t know.

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