As soon as the car came to a halt in front of the house, Anne shot out of the car, she didn’t want to spend another second around this handsome devil, and she was pressed.
All those glasses of champagne were finally making her bladder to file HR complaints.
She hurried her way into the house as if she was chased by a ghost.
Even William wore a look of surprise when she sent a reply to his greeting over her shoulder as she dashed past him.
He wondered why she was in such a hurry to get to her room.
She didn’t slow down till she got into her room.
Her joy knew no bounds when her bathroom door comes into view.
She rushed in , her bladder protesting with every step she took.
She stepped out releasing a loud sigh of relief, she was just about to close the bathroom door when her stomach grumbled louder than ever this time.
The monster in her stomach was urgently demanding to be fed.
As if her thoughts were heard, a knock came in on the door.
Daemon sent a maid to tell Anne to come down once she’s done freshening up.
And that was exactly what she did, she wasted no time in cleaning up nice, making sure to be cautious of the parts she sustained an injury.
She planned to treat them after eating.
She came down the stairs in a black silk night gown, it was just above her knee and it exposed just a bit of her cleavage, she forgot the night gowns’s robe in her room and only remembered as she descended the last steo but she couldn’t go back now, instead she forged ahead because her stomach couldn’t hold on any longer.
Dinner cannot be put off any longer.
As soon as she set foot in the dining room, she took her seat without delay, her eyes sparkle when she lays sight on the meal, she began eating, ignoring the intimidating presence of the grey eyes man seated at the head of the table.
He picked up his cutlery and began eating with that usual regal aura and elegance he seemed to possess, it was the total opposite of Anne who ate a little faster than usual without catching a break.
She ate as if every bite was too delicious to waste, occasional hums of satisfaction echoed in the large room as she ate with relish.
Daemon stared at Anne with a hint of curiosity, what was wrong with this woman?.
She ate as if it the world would end in the nest minute.
And what the hell is she making those god damn sounds for, his member twitched slightly when she released another sound.
He narrowed his eyes at her this time, setting an intense gaze on her temple , was she trying to seduce him?.
First she comes down in that small night gown, now she’s making these..these weird sounds that sound no different from a moan.
Anne licks her lips after the last bite and groaned dramatically while rubbing her belly.
“Oh my God….. I’m having a foodgasm right now”
” Should that be something you should say out loud?”
She turned to stare at him, Anne was now aware of Daemon’s presence, she had been too focused on eating, she barely noticed anything else.
Now that she took a good look at him, he looked effortlessly attractive in that blood-red nightwear.
It emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build.
Even after showering, every strand of his black and silver fell neatly in place, though it looked damp, it still framed his face with effortless perfection.
“Huh… It’s my appreciation for this delicious meal.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“It’s always necessary to be grateful for every good thing you have. Especially a delicious meal”
He smirked at her then placed his chin on his fist before responding.
“Really?. And where has your gratitude gotten you kitten?”
“Maybe not very far, but I’ll rather be grateful than bitter.”
“Being grateful for something doesn’t stop people from taking it away. You of all people should know that”
“I know, but if you’re not grateful for what you have now, you’ll be filled with regret when you lose it”
Daemon didn’t say anything in response , he simply stared in silence at this ‘regret’ .
That wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with, he never regretted any of his actions before because regret was a luxury for people who had time to dwell on the past.
He strongly believed that every choice he made whether good or bad was necessary.
But he pushed all that aside and instead focused on this little kitten of his.
“Give me your leg”
“What?”
Without a word, he pushed out his chair a little, reaches below the table and lightly grabs Anne’s ankle.
Before Anne could question him, he sets her legs across his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Anne’s jaw slacked,she stared at her feet, to Daemon’s expressionless face, then back to her feet.
She tries to pull her feet away but with a gentle tug he puts it back in place.
“What are you trying to do?.” Her nostrils flared as she demanded answers regarding his strange behaviour.
What could he possibly want with her feet now?.
He ignored her and pulled out what appears to be ointment from his pocket, while his other hand securely held Anne’s ankles together.
“Oh” She thought aloud, he wanted to apply ointment to the wounds on her feet.
“You really don’t have to , I can apply it myself, just hand it over.” She stretched her open palm but he continued with what he was doing as if he didn’t hear a single word she just said.
His hand slid up her calf to adjust her leg, she felt her cheek warm up at his touch, even her nightgown pulled up a bit more exposing her milky, sexy thigh, she quickly held the hem of the gown trying to pull it down but it didn’t help in any way.
Daemon froze for a split second at the sight of her thigh, but continued applying the ointment to the reddened surface, he could make out little scratches all over her sole.
He frowned at the thought of those bastards who ambushed Anne, he was going to make sure every single member of that gang see death in person.
His thoughts turned into dust when Anne began squirming,her feet refused to keep still.
“Stop squirming” She couldn’t help it, the feeling of the cool ointment and the tickles from the way his fingers moved made it difficult for her to stay put.
“I can’t … If you keep touching me like that, I’m ticklish down there.” She muttered but he held by the ankle and applied the ointment to her other foot.
The sudden ticklish feeling instinctively made her shoot her leg forward, but it touched something hard.
She froze in shock, Daemon’s grey eyes locked on her own green eyes, what…..
What was that hard thing she just felt?.
Slowly, her eyes left his face and moved along, this broad chest , then to his waist, it goes down a little further and her eyes almost falls out of their sockets.
There was a bulge in his pants!!!!.
What the hell was a bulge doing in his pants?!!!!!
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