Anne got tired of lying in the same position Daemon had asked her to take.
After several hours, she fought the terrible urge to stand up and move around.
At this point she doubted if she could stand without feeling funny beneath her sole.
She kept asking him if he was done but he didn’t even reply her.
He just stood in front of a canvas sweeping the brush elegantly.
She sighed and looked at the window, the sunlight which once flooded the studio was long gone replaced by a much more softer light.
A tell tale sign that it was almost dusk.
“We’ll stop here for today” Those words made Anne release a deep sigh of relief , she didn’t need to be told twice, she picks up her clothes and wore them already thinking of what the maids will serve for dinner.
Daemon took the canvas along with it’s easel to a secluded corner of the studio, far away from Anne’s line of sight.
Anne frowned at how he made her lie on a couch for hours and now he wouldn’t even let her see what the painting looks like.
‘Such a terrible artist ‘ She said in her thoughts.
She walked towards the door already imagining how tasty dinner would be.
But Daemon’s voice made her halt a few steps away from the door.
“Go to your room and freshen up. I’ll have William deliver a dress to your room. We have an event to attend.” Anne’s face turned blank at what he just said.
Just when she was thinking of a delicious dinner after he made her spend her day in his studio, he just had to drag her to an event.
She opened the door and stepped out, walking to her room with a frown.
As soon as she walked to her room, she walks to the side desk by her bed.
Her hand reaches for the phone, she picks it up to check the time.
It was half past five and she had five missed calls.
Four from Claire and one from her boss.
Her eyes widen when she sees his name, he rarely ever called and this call she missed was an indication that he wanted update regarding the mission.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed at the thought that he didn’t wonder if she was killed by the man he sent her to.
Such a heartless bastard who treated her like a tool for his dirty deeds he couldn’t do himself.
As for Claire, she sent a reply.
{Claire, I’m fine in case you’re wondering.
I’ll call you tomorrow.
}
Anne went into the bathroom to wash off the stress of the day’s event.
She took her time beneath the shower, enjoying the cool water as it cascaded down her skin.
She washed her hair too, since Daemon said they’ll be attending an event she had to clean up nice.
She stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.
Almost immediately, a knock on the door echoed in the room, she walks to the door and opens it to reveal William standing with a box in his arms.
She arched her brow at the sight of the box.
I thought he said it was going to be a dress.
She thanked him and collected the box then shut the door.
She placed the box on the bed, takes of the lid and brings out the items in the box.
It turned out the box contained a green dress, black heels, a box of jewelries.
She stared at the items arranged on the bed wondering where they were going that she had to look so expensive.
Daemon sat in the living room already putting on a black tuxedo, a silver broach rested on the right side, a red shirt rested on his body beneath.
His leg crossed over the other with a tablet in his hand scrolling through a news feed.
Zeldris sat down on the couch adjacent to Daemon, he stared at his outfit before speaking.
“Another event?”
Daemon’s fingers stopped scrolling, he looked up to stare at Zeldris who had just spoken.
“Yes. I was invited”
“Didn’t you quit attending those events?” He recalled Daemon wasn’t even supposed to be here if he hadn’t come across the reincarnation of that woman. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
He must have found a way to cut ties with them.
Or had he forseen everything that’s happening now and kept in touch?.
“I have unfinished business Zeldris” Daemon noticed Zeldris also dressed in a tuxedo, it seems he had an event to attend as well.
” What about you?.
You look like you have somewhere to be” Zeldris smirked at Daemon’s observation.
“That’s because i found a new lead , and it’s in tonight’s event”
“I don’t recall you being a detective.” Daemon narrowed his eyes at Zeldris, he was acting suspicious like he always did.
But he knows he will find out what he’s up to at the end of the day.
Zeldris smirked slyly before replying.
” I’m not a detective, it’s just a little mystery I’m uncovering”
“That’s not any different Zeldris”
“It’s not?”
Daemon ignored him and went back to scrolling but his head stopped midway when he perceives a feminine perfume __ Jasmine and soft vanilla__ The scent hit him before her presence.
Soft clicks of heels approached the living room and Anne walked into view.
Daemon stared at her , the emerald gown draped over her like flowing silk, it made her green eyes gleam like polished gemstones.
It exposed just a bit of her cleavage and accentuated her hips and ever elegant curve as though the dress was made just for her.
Her long red hair spilled over her bare shoulders in soft waves, the strands which caught the light looked like copper.
She looked breathtaking and far too beautiful for anyone else to be looking at.
From where Zeldris sat, he could feel the possessive aura hovering around Daemon, his eyes sparkled with excitement because he knew for sure that there was doom spelt for any man whose eyes lingered on this woman for a second longer than necessary.
Anne stopped a few meters away from Daemon but the presence of the man who she had seen during breakfast sitted on the couch made her stare at him, he wore a purple tuxedo with matching trouser, a gleaming golden broach rested on the left side of his chest.
Would he be going along to the event with them?
Daemon’s eyes and face darkened when he noticed Anne’s gaze resting on Zeldris since she walked in.
Zeldris’ eyes darted to Daemon and he met his eyes glaring back at him.
Oh this is going to be interesting.