Belial's POV
After clearing my head the next day, I focused again on reviewing the security cameras. I got to where I left off, but I managed to find something more this time, and I knew I had to tell her.
"I'm here," Ana says after I call her to my office.
"Could you close the door?" I indicate.
"I'd prefer to leave it open; it makes me feel safer," she replies. I understand her mistrust because my lower parts had their own response last time. But I reiterate: I don't regret kissing her. That was a moment when I felt my soul return to my body.
"At least sit down," I point to the chair, but she refuses.
"I'm in a hurry; I still have a lot of pending work," she answers.
"But this is important. Come closer," I ask.
Blowing a lock of hair with her lips, she agrees to look at my comput
