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
Zoe “Who are you?” I ask the good-looking dark man standing before me. Something about the way he gazes at me makes my skin crawl. It feels like he could see deep inside my soul. It’s a wet and dreary night out. I was just walking home from working at the fabric factory when I ran into this man. My best girl, Clara, and I planned on visiting the new speakeasy in town. Apparently, the proprietor is very handsome. The man steps in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. This is not the first time I’ve seen him, though. I saw him several days ago when I was at the juice joint near Lexington. He was drinking hooch and talking to that Milquetoast Lenny. My friend Clara spotted him right away. The gent is quite handsome if you can overlook his sinister appearance. He has pitch black hair and dark as sin eyes. He’s tall with pale skin and a toned body u
Azazel I can’t believe that the woman I’m meant to be with bloody crept away from my room this morning. I woke up hours ago to find my bed empty. I guess I didn’t expect her to run away from me after making love this morning. I rolled over in my bed feeling hard and needy for her and nearly ripped the room apart when I noticed she wasn’t there. I don’t know how to feel about her departure. Something inside me feels dejected at her easy dismissal of our encounter. Needless to say, my demon was extremely upset over our mate’s conduct. I cannot believe that I slept so soundly that I did not hear her leave. I am at a loss. I have to presume that the reason why I did not wake is that, for the first time in my immortal existence, I let my guard down. All of these centuri
Zoe I straighten my dress as I step out of the locker room and leave Azazel behind. My body is still quaking from the encounter. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and walk back to the bar. Two of the waitresses that I was speaking to earlier spot me as soon as I reach the bar. Kat, a brash redhead with a mane of wild red hair and a bust that is too large to be real, raises her eyebrows with an inquiring look. “So…” She says with a snicker. “…you and that really hot gladiator, Azazel. Do tell?” The other girl, Sadie, moves closer with an interested smile. I roll my eyes and look around nervously, then shake my head. “It’s…complicated,” I answer with a grimace. She clucks her tongue and wags her index finger near my face. “No, honey. We want to know everything. And with the way he carried you out of here, I’m sure