Azazel
I want to call her back and apologize so we can finish what we started. My eyes follow her lithe figure as she walks away. My demon rages inside me, angry that I let her go. I've never had my demon struggle so fiercely over a woman. The urge to follow her is almost too overpowering, but I manage to hold off. My fists tighten painfully while I try to keep it under control, and my body loses its tension when the smell of blood permeates the air. The palms of my hands sting from the pressure of my nails biting painfully through them. I open my fists to see that my claws have shredded my palms. I don't care, though. I’m the demon son of Barabbas. Pain has always been my companion. I will survive this. Just like I've survived everything else.
Doubt assails me as I gaze towards the road Zoe vanished through
Chapter 7: Haunted DreamsZoe It didn’t take me long to get home. Thankfully, the bus showed up on time, and I was able to escape Azazel’s enticing presence. Bree meets me at the door as soon as I get home. I try not to laugh at her messy bun and Minnie Mouse pajamas. She looks like a little girl. “Hey, how did your night working at the new club go?” She asks with an innocent air. Dropping down my handbag into the floor, I move towards the couch and collapse in exhaustion. “It was fine,” I say, not giving any further details. Bree pouts, sits down with her elbow on the backrest, and her feet under her. “Did you see any of the hot gladiators fight?” I roll my eyes and shake my head in amusement. “Is that why you’re up at three in the morning?
Azazel It has been a long night. Is my first thought before I extricate myself from Sahara’s grasping tentacles and make my way to the club’s exit. Sahara has been persistent in her pursuit as of late. It’s getting difficult to divert her attention. At another time, I might have slept with her and be done with it. But something inside me revolts at the thought of touching the red-headed harpy. Of course, I ignore the voice in my head that says that it’s because my attention is focused on a beautiful beauty with plump lips and deep aqua-colored eyes. Eyes that make me feel like I’m staring into a tranquil ocean. I couldn’t concentrate after the kiss we shared earlier. All I could do was wait anxiously for the night to end. I don’t know why I did it. But after seeing that ba
Zoe I wake up feeling even more exhausted than I did the night before. Raising my hands up, I cover my eyes, trying to stifle the morning light coming through the bedroom window. The room is quiet. I can hear a bird singing from a nearby tree, a lawn mower’s roar, and a few car doors slamming nearby. It was early morning when I got in. And about five in the morning when I eventually slipped into the sweet release of sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Azazel and his delicious kisses. Once I fell asleep, I dreamt of him again. This time, I’m in a castle. My face and hair are ragged and dirty. I’m wearing a servant’s garbs. The other servants are moving around the kitchen, preparing for a c
Azazel The urge to call Zoe back is almost painful. I can tell by the look in her eyes that I hurt her a great deal. Unfortunately, my mission comes first. I can’t let my feelings for her interfere with the task at hand. Introducing her to Nevaeh would jeopardize everything. As I held Zoe in the pool, I forgot about everything but how badly I wanted her. I mean, Neveah was able to come into the house unnoticed. What if it had been an enemy at my door? I’ve never been off guard enough for an enemy to catch me unnoticed. Perhaps creating some distance is the right course of action, even if my heart tells me that I’m making a big mistake. Being around Zoe is amazing, but it’s also distracting. There’s too much at risk here. I take a deep breath before step inside the house. Nevaeh is sit
Azazel My head throbs painfully as the light of day burns through my retinas. I sit up with a groan and come face to face with Mathias, Mikhail, and Fallon. “This better be a nightmare because if it’s a sex dream, I’d rather be set upon by the hounds of hell.” Mikhail crosses his arms over his chest and snorts. “It’s not a sex dream or a nightmare Azazel.” He says with a sneer. Fallon and Mathias remain standing there quietly. I rise from my couch with a disconcerted frown. The place is in shambles. The tables are torn and turned over. One of the chairs is in pieces, and the television is cracked. “What the bloody hell happened to this place? A
My arms ache from carrying heavy grocery bags up the stairs. I groan loudly at the weight of the bags weighing me down. Unfortunately, the elevator is getting a maintenance check before Sahara gets here. After what happened this morning with Azazel, I made the decision to write it off as a lesson learned. If I've learned anything from my mother’s experience with John Dawson, it's not to let a man have complete power over you. She did, and look where she is now. He marries young, rich women and keeps my mother as his maid. That's not the kind of life I want for myself. Bree meets me at the door and reaches for a few bags. “Holy cow. How much food did you buy?” She asks sardonically as she lays it on the kitchen counter.
Chapter 13: Pride is all I haveZoe Bree and I ready ourselves to go to work in a couple of hours. After Sahara and Marina had left, Bree left soon after, leaving me to my thoughts. I roll on some lip gloss as I try not to dread the thought of seeing Azazel again. Every time the thought occurs, my body washes in shame. How could I have been so stupid? I think for the nth time. The bus ride to the club is too short. Everyone is preparing for the night’s events as soon as I get there. Christoph is talking to the club staff, and a few of the waitresses are cleaning tables. Thankfully, none of the gladiators are there yet. They usually don’t come until late into the night. I head towards the locker room and find another short, sheer, toga dress waiting for me. This one is blue with a gold pendant on
Azazel I don’t know what to do at this point. One thing I do know is that I came in my pants like a bloody green schoolboy after having an intense make-out session with this woman. That has definitely never happened to me. No woman has ever made me feel such intense emotion. I can’t think when I’m around her, and I tend to bugger things up. I look towards her stiff form and resist the urge to groan at the memory of how delicious her skin and her luscious lips taste. I was honestly trying to calm her down before she hurt herself. However, a part of me feels hurt by her rejection. Call it unreasonable, but I wanted her to accept me for what I am. Of course, we just had that heated sexual encounter, so it must not have been that big a deterrent. I have to bite the inside of my mo