III- Beautiful Devil
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HER DIRTY SECRET
C H A P T E R – III : BEAUTIFUL DEVIL
CLAUS SALVATRIX
The moment right after I gave her hand a kiss, she gave me a very beautiful smile that definitely captured my fascination. She's called a devil for a very good reason. she’s a devil because she’s way too tempting but you cannot have more or else it might be bad for you.
But, bad in what way? Bad, how? Why do I feel like if I disobey her, it will be an abomination?
Her incredibly red lips took a sip from the glass of the champagne, damn it, that glass made me feel jealous. For some reason her aura makes you want more, but you can’t because her aura also screams try to catch but dear you can’t, kind of aura.
“Adresty” I spoke,
“Yes Claus?” she replied and then again that accent,
“May I ask your age?” her right brow rose as I gave the question, she placed the glass on the table.
“I am 28” she said, well she looks way too young, she is probably hiding her real age, knowing she is working at that kind of place,
“Honestly?” she nodded, damn how I want to see beyond that mask, her eyes it is way too tempting, devil devil devil,
“How about you Claus? If it is alright to ask” sipping yet again from the glass,
“I am almost 30,” I replied, Only 25, to be honest,
“Tell me, Adresty. How did you and where did you learn to dance like that?”
“Typical question” she winked behind that mask, I cannot help but lick the remaining traits of the great champagne made by our company,
“Probably” replying with my head nodding to the side,
“It was my passion, but let me tell you a secret,” she said excitedly, she bit her lower lips and damn I noticed a beautiful imperfection, dimples,
“Beat it”
“I used to dance ballet, it was something I was quite diverged into until I discovered pole dancing.” I nodded, interesting, indeed, interesting,
I noticed that she was sneaking to give her legs a massage.
“You okay?” looking at her legs, she was quite shaken when I asked,
“I- I um.. sorry, I feel like I’m going to have cramps, it was indeed a cold night” she replied shyly now not sneaking a massage,
“Put it up here, my place is about an hour long so make yourself comfortable”
“Are you trying to play it nice? Because the majority of my Granders were . . .harsh,” she retorted in a bit sad tone, and that sad tone made me want to rip those men to pieces!
“No, those are fucktards, because they know they can’t do more to you. I admire you for your beauty and talent, aside from your exploding aphrodisiac aura” I chuckled and so did she,
Music to my ears
“May I?” she asked,
I realized that she was asking to put her feet on my lap,
“Oh” I removed my coat, realizing how provocative her clothes are, I placed it on her shoulder adding warmth to her body aside from the satin robe she’s using.
I grabbed a pillow and placed it at her back, I removed the high heels she was wearing exposing her sore feet.
She gave me a timid smile as I sat down and tapped my lap,
“Feet?”
“I appreciate it” she replied, she reached her legs and still kept massaging it.
“Leave it, rest your back and it isn’t too hard to give you massages myself.”
“Really?” she asked too unsure of what I’d do,
“Yes and don’t worry my desire is only to give you a relaxing massage and maybe that’s your reward for that excellent night” she smiled, rested her back, and just stared at me.
“Thank you”
“Pleasure,” I was giving her glorious legs a massage when I realized her eyes were already closed, curiosity caught me as I slowly removed her feet from my lap and went closer to her face,
I was about to slowly remove her mask,
“I forgot to give you the last rule, if I remove the mask the moment I enter your home then I shall keep it removed until the last day of you being my grander. Patience is a key my dear” she ran her index finger from my Adam’s apple to the tip of my chin,
“My identity shall remain hidden, for it is mine and a miracle to be yours. No grander has seen beyond this mask.”
I smiled and took a deep breath,
“Touché, rest” I smiled and held my patience, I’m used to getting what I want, but seems like I have to wait.
She closed her eyes,
Damn it,
When did an hour turn into eternity?
I rested my back and enjoyed the champagne as I looked at Adresty, she’s evil, cunning, manipulative,
Who are you Adresty?
Does curiosity kill the cat? Heh,
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