Demons Don't Know How To Love

Chapter Four. Foods & Clothes. And a Horny Old b***h

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. Rolling onto my back, I stretched sweetly and opened my eyes. The other half of the bed was empty. I'm not even sure how I felt when I saw that Dantalion left without waiting for me to wake up. It must have offended me a little, but I got so used to his absence that I drowned out this feeling in myself almost immediately.

The knock was repeated, and Christophe's voice reached me from behind the door. "Milady?"

"M?"

Thinking it was permission, the butler quietly opened the door and entered the room. “Good morning, milady. How did you sleep?"

I sat up in bed and stretched my arms up. I haven't slept so sweetly in a long time. Smiling at the butler, I cracked my knuckles and tousled my hair.

"Um, milady," Christoph looked in my direction, but immediately turned back to the wall and coughed into his fist. "Milady, you... I wanted to say that your..." Not being able to find suitable words, he outlined his chest with his hand.

I frowned and looked down. And I almost burned on the spot with shame, because it turned out that the day before I went to bed naked, and now I showed my bare breasts to the butler. Squeaking in embarrassment, I grabbed the sheet with both hands and pulled it up to my chin.

Christophe went to the closet and took out several robes. “The young master invites you to breakfast, milady. Unfortunately, you don't have the appropriate clothing for the occasion yet. Please choose one of these bathrobes. I'll be waiting for you at the door."

As the door closed behind the butler, I carefully crawled out from under the sheet and pulled the white robe towards me. It was made of soft fabric, very pleasant to the touch. I climbed out of bed, tried on my bathrobe, and giggled because I was drowning in it. The sleeves dropped almost to my knees, the skirts of the robe were lying on the floor, and the belt was hanging somewhere around my buttocks.

Throwing off the robe from my shoulders, I chose the second one, golden in color, made of thin and cold fabric. To my delight, the length of the sleeves was almost perfect, and the robe itself reached below my knees. After wrapping it around my body, I tied the belt into a knot. I wanted to collect my hair, but there was nothing suitable at hand to hold it.

Christoph was really waiting for me outside the door. He walked me to a large double door. "The young master is waiting for you, Milady". Opening the door, he let me into the room.

Logan sat at the head of a long glass table. There was an incredible amount of dishes on it which I had never seen before. He greeted me with a broad smile. The man stood up and pulled out a chair for me.

As soon as I sat down, a plate of hot food appeared in front of me as if by magic. The smell coming from it almost made me salivate. I reached over to my plate and took a mouth-watering piece of fried corned beef, but immediately pulled my hand away, because the meat was incredibly hot.

"Be careful!" Logan jumped up and took my hand in his. The ice cubes immediately touched my skin. "You should have used cutlery."

I reached out and touched the knife handle with my fingertips. I lowered my eyes and turned away, feeling a blush fill my cheeks.

"You don't know how to use it?" Sparks let go of my hand and sat back in his chair.

I shook my head. As a human, I ate on unleavened flatbread and thick stew, which I drank straight from the bowl most of the time. There has never been food in my house that should have been eaten with a fork. And I rarely had to eat anything similar to earthly food in Hell.

Logan called the maid over and quietly asked her for something. Within a few minutes, the girl took the plate from under my nose, and put another one in front of me, also littered with food.

"You can eat it with your hands," Logan explained with a smile. He reached for the teapot and poured the fragrant drink into the cup. "This is coffee. It's a bit bitter, so you can add some sugar and cream to it."

I didn't like coffee. The drink was very bitter and no amount of sugar could fix it. After laughing a little at me, Sparks ordered that tea be brought to me. The tea was delicious, it was sweet with a slight sourness and a pleasant fruity aroma. Logan said the food they brought me was called bruschetta. To be honest, I have never tasted such delicious bread. I didn’t even have to pile anything on top of it, I was willing to eat the bread only. After a hearty meal, I relaxed back into my chair.

Logan elegantly dabbed his lips with a napkin and nodded to the servants to clear the table.

“My old friend is coming over to help you with your clothes today," he said, sipping his nasty coffee. “She has her own atelier and she is well versed in fashion. Prepare yourself for the fact that this will take more than one hour.”

I nodded humbly.

"After lunch, I'll show you the library," he continued. “Christophe has collected books with all the knowledge you need. He also found instructions for all the equipment that you would have to use. If you have any questions, you can contact me or Christophe for clarification.”

"I can't read," I said, looking down at my own hands. I was very ashamed that I had not learned to read when Dantalion offered to teach me. For some reason, I was sure that I would never need it. Wrong.

Seeing the haggard look on his face, I hastened to add, “But I can learn differently!”

His gray eyes sparkled with interest. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward a little. “Could you be more specific?”

I tapped the nail of my index finger on the newspaper that lay on the corner of the table. "Do you still need it?"

He shook his head and moved it closer to me. I took the newspaper in my hands and placed it in front of me. Placing both hands on it, I closed my eyes and focused. At first, I heard separate words that barely formed into understandable phrases. Then sentences, texts began to sound in my head, images flashed under my closed eyelids...

Opening my eyes, I looked at Logan. "Are you having an affair with an actress?"

He blinked his eyes.

“So you have been named the most desirable bachelor of this, quote ‘dreary little town’. Interesting. What is bitcoin?”

Sparks looked between me and the empty pages of the newspaper. “Are you absorbing knowledge? Like a sponge?”

I nodded my head.

"That’s awesome," he breathed. “But you should learn to read as well, there may be a situation when you will not be able to use your abilities. I have an idea.” He took a flat rectangular object out of his jacket pocket and put it to his ear. "Christophe! Get a primer for our guest! Yes. Yes. Leave it in the library." He put the item back in his pocket and smiled at me.

He took me to a huge room furnished with chic blue furniture. I was almost certain that my mother's hut would fit in this room, along with all her flower beds and the firewood shed. I was met by several women who literally pulled me out of Logan's arms and led me to the center of the room, where a woman was sitting in a chair. She had a strange appearance, it was difficult for me to tell if she was beautiful or not. She was very thin, her collarbones protruding from the open neckline of her dress. As I was brought closer to her, she looked me up and down and turned to Sparks.

"Logan, honey, where did you find such beauty?" she got up and walked around me several times.

“I have nothing to do with it,” the man sat imposingly on the sofa and picked up some strange books. "Dahlia is the future wife of our Dante."

The woman looked at me with dislike. Quickly hiding her emotions behind a fake smile, she held out her hand to me. "My name is Anna Chong, but you can call me Anya."

"Dahlia" I quietly introduced myself, shaking her hand.

The woman took me to a small platform and motioned me to stand on it.

"You didn't call me to make her a wedding gown, Logan, did you?" Anya stepped back a couple of steps and snapped her fingers. One of the girls from her escort immediately ran up to her and handed over an object similar to the one that Logan had in his pocket.

"Not yet." Sparks looked up. “She needs to be dressed, Anya. From panties to coats. I want her to have outfits for any occasion."

“Why are you accompanying her and not Dante?” she arched an eyebrow as she looked me up and down again.

Indeed, why?

“I sent him to solve some work issues. He'll join us as soon as he's done."

Anya's lips curved into a smile. I don't know why, but I didn't like her. Telling Christophe to serve her coffee (ew), she sat down on the couch next to Logan and waved to her assistants.

Logan was right when he promised me that this day would be long. Anya's assistants seemed to measure every part of my body (one even grabbed my boobs with both hands, which made Sparks neigh like a horse). And then they started bringing me fabric samples to see if the color matched my skin tone and to let me feel the fabrics. Anya herself did not participate in the process. She was sitting next to Logan, whispering in his ear and giving me strange looks every now and then.

When I felt that I was starting to get tired, the door to the room swung open. Dantalion slowly walked inside, illuminating everyone present with his impeccable beauty. I expected him to come up to me and greet me properly, but Anya's assistants surrounded him, squealing something unintelligible. The demon greeted each of them before approaching their boss.

Anya got up from the couch and straightened her perfectly fitting dress. Dantalion leaned towards her face and kissed her cheeks three times before taking her hands in his.

My indignation knew no bounds. How dare he kiss this lady right in front of me?! And why didn't he come to me in the first place?! Which one of us is his fiancée?

Logan shifted on the couch and coughed, drawing attention to himself. Dantalion turned to face him and he pointed to me with his eyes. The demon nodded to me in greeting and returned to his conversation with Anya. I could hardly contain my anger. When I was almost ready to scream at my unfortunate fiancé, Christophe suddenly entered the room.

“Milady, I have ordered that you be served some clothes.” The butler came up to me and kindly extended his hand, helping me down to the dais. "Of course, it's hardly as beautiful as the one Ms. Chong will make for you."

"Thank you Christophe", I hurried out of the room. I hated being in the company of Dantalion and this woman.

Returning to the bedroom, I found a few things neatly laid out on the bed. The use of some was a mystery to me, some looked like a dusting cloth or a strange-looking kerchief. I was so carried away by the study of clothes that it took me a while to realize that I was no longer alone in the room. Feeling movement behind me, I turned around and buried my nose in Dantalion's snow-white shirt. I had nowhere to retreat, so I looked up at him and was surprised to find that he was smiling. Was he having fun?

"Why did you run away, my little flower?" his hand touched my face.

"I didn't run away," I lied. "I just wanted to get dressed."

He annoyed me. I didn't want to talk to him or be near him. My first thought was to kick him out of the room and tell him to go back to that skinny beach. Was there something between them? And if so, why was he so happy to see me? I didn't understand him at all.

I looked down at the piece of red lace in my hand. What are you?

“And you weren’t jealous of me and Anya?” his fingers slipped under the collar of my robe, stroking my skin.

Oh, I was.

“Do I have a reason to be jealous?” I looked into his face again.

"No, I wanted to tease you." He leaned into my face. "It's nice to know that you trust me."

"I don't trust you, Dantalion," I said calmly. Oh, what labor it cost me to portray this calmness! “Don’t get me wrong, it hurts me that you allow yourself such liberties. It's humiliating when a man who claims to be my fiancé is showing his affection to other women in front of me."

The demon sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'm sorry, Dahlia. I didn't mean to make you feel humiliated. As I said, I wanted to tease you. I promise I won't flirt with other women again."

"You mean in front of me?"

"No, Dahlia. What fun will it be to flirt with them, if it doesn’t make you itch? Besides, what will I be if I continue to seduce women behind your back?”

"A demon?"

Dantalion smiled and took the lace from my hand. " Shall I help you get dressed?"

At first, I wanted to refuse, but quickly remembered that I did not understand the purpose of half of the items of clothing that Christophe brought me. So I nodded.

Dantalion's hand immediately reached for the waistband of my robe and untied it. He pulled the thin fabric from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He knelt down in front of me and bit down on my hip bone. I pressed my lips together to keep myself from moaning. His every touch awakened a desire in me that I was unable to suppress. His fingers caressed my ankles lightly and moved higher, tickling the sensitive skin at the back of my knees. I couldn't help but giggle.

"We still have a little time before lunch, my sweet flower," he whispered hoarsely, pressing his cheek against my stomach. "I suggest we make the most of this time."

I shook my head. I knew what his caresses were doing to my body. If I had succumbed to his entreaties and allowed him to touch me in the way that we both wanted, I would have remained in his arms until the very night. But I had already promised Logan that I would start learning that day, and I didn't want to let him down.

Dantalion showered my belly with small kisses as he moved his lips lower.

As much as I wanted to feel his tongue down there, I couldn't let us indulge in passion, knowing that I had a whole bunch of things to do. I gently pushed the demon away from me, resting my palm on his forehead.

He pursed his lips in displeasure but yielded to me. Muttering something under his breath, he began to help me get dressed.

 Christophe was taking delivery from the bookstore and was on his way to the library to take the primer to the rest of the books he ordered for Dahlia when he ran into Anya Chong at the stairs to the second floor. On the second floor were the guest bedrooms and Dante's private quarters.

"Lady Chong" the butler slightly bowed his back. "Can I help you?"

"Thank you, Christoph. I just wanted to have a little chat with Dante. You can get back to whatever it is what you are doing."

The woman wanted to continue towards the stairs, but the butler blocked her path.

“Allow me to say, Lady Chong, that a lady of your position should not visit men in their private chambers.” Christophe adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked sternly at Anya.

"A lady of my position?"

His eyes dropped to the large diamond ring on her ring finger. “Congratulations on your engagement, Lady Chong. I wish you happiness in your marriage to Mr. Lawrence."

"Ah, come on, Christophe, you know perfectly well that my marriage to Brian Lawrence is nothing more than a bargain." Anya rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her chest, hiding the ring she hated in the crook of her elbow.

“Nevertheless, you agreed to it.” The butler gestured her in the opposite direction from the stairs.

She snorted but obediently walked back into the blue living room. Christophe followed her, just in case. When they stopped at the door, he turned to face Anya.

“Lady Chong, I believe you have been informed about the identity of the person you had the honor of meeting this morning. And, how dear she is to our dear friend, Monsieur Dante? I would strongly recommend that you refrain from your usual stately behavior towards Monsieur Dante. Especially in the presence of his fiancée."

Anya rolled her eyes. “Do you really think that this little mouse is capable of doing something to me?”

“Oh no, madam. Dahlia is perfect for meanness, unlike you." The butler looked sternly into the woman's eyes. “However, I must warn you that Monsieur Dante has deep feelings for his future wife. And if someone attempted to jeopardize their relationship, he would severely punish the culprit.”

The woman frowned and pushed open the heavy doors, not waiting for Christophe to do so, in order to get away from the unpleasant conversation as soon as possible.

"Horny old bitch."

Hearing his whisper, Anya turned around to shout at the insolent servants. But she froze when she saw Christophe's eyes sparkle under the lenses of his glasses. There was something frighteningly inhuman in this sparkle, which made the woman back away from the door in horror. Without noticing it herself, Anna Chong reached the ottoman and, stumbling over it, fell back onto the soft carpet.