The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

His eyes broadened in actualization of what he had said, and then he laughed nervously, thinking of a flawless lie.

Only when he had racked his brain for the perfect lie did he speak.

“I mean Drake. My bad. You see, I have this friend whose name is Blake. The names sound so alike, so I tend to mix their names a lot. Uh, actually, I got to go.”

Of course, his words did not convince her. His antsy expression was proof that he was hiding something. Plus, why did he get anxious when he mentioned the name ‘Blake’?

She never mentioned anything about Blake to him, so there was no way he could have known that Blake was her boyfriend.

He obviously knew something. She was going to get to the bottom of this. Her plan was already in motion.

“How did you know my boyfriend’s name is Blake? I never told you that.” She puckered her face, folding her arms as she awaited his reply.

He gulped loudly. He was in a tight situation right now. Blake was gonna kill him if he finds out he was the one who revealed his identity to her.

He should have just stayed back rather than coming over to talk to her. He was just being a good friend, now his mouth was gonna be his doom. It was not in his place to do so.

“I overheard your dad talking about it.” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

That’s all you got, dumb ass? That was the dumbest lie he could come up with. She would never believe him. He was done for.

She would only keep asking questions that he had no answer to. Running away from this was the ideal idea.

“I don’t feel so well. My head hurts. I should really leave.” He let out a stiff smile, holding his head as he feigned a sickened expression.

He made to dash off when her gentle voice ceased his actions. “Have faith in love, and perhaps you just might find the right woman for you. After all you have been through, you too deserve to be loved. Love is a beautiful thing when you’re with the right person.”

She told him, her words salved the hurtful feelings in his heart as it seemed to lessen the sting in his heart. She did have her way with words.

“Come, come in for a hug.” She widened her arms, gesturing for him to embrace her.

His mouth went dry as color drained from his face. Panic surged through his body and he stood there petrified. He wouldn’t dare to hug her. Hugging her was like committing suicide!

When he made no attempt to embrace her, she made to enswathe him in her arms, but he stopped her frantically, placing his hand on her shoulders. Was she trying to get him killed?

“Please don’t hug me. I might drop dead if you do. And that would mean I would never get my chance at love in this life. Just like you said.” He glanced at Blake, who glaring at him with menacing eyes.

He suppressed a shiver, abruptly taking his hands off her shoulders. She arched her brows at him, confused. What was he talking about?

“He is not actually gonna kill you?” She caught sight of Blake, who was riveting his gaze at them. His face twisted in fury.

Their eyes met briefly, but she looked away and shammed an unconcerned look.

She was, in fact, aiming to make him invidious. He was flirting with her best friend, why couldn’t she do the same?

“You have no idea. He would most certainly kill me, in the most creative way ever. Even if he doesn’t kill me, that would be him being merciful, and that would be because he is in a good mood. But he’s gonna inflict a lifelong injury.”

Maybe gouge out of his eyeballs? Or even cut off his testicles? Blake was scary.

“And he is willing to slaughter a thousand more just for you. If you are trying to make him jealous, I suggest you use someone else, but that would mean signing his death warrant. I propose you don’t do that at all. It would be unfortunate to see a human life go to waste. It was a pleasure meeting you, Riri. Happy birthday.”

He pulled his lips into a smile and walked away, leaving her bewildered and in a trance like state.

What did he mean by ‘he is willing to slaughter a thousand more just for you?’ Was he some sort of assassin or something?

Blake sauntered over to her briskly, his whole pose spoke of jealousy and irritation.

“What were you doing with my best friend?” He puckered his face and screwed up his eyes in anger.

“That question should be directed at you. What were you doing with my best friend?” She retorted, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Nothing. We weren’t doing anything. We were just talking, that’s all.” He defended.

“And we weren’t doing anything, too. We were also just talking.” She mimicked his voice.

“Okay-”

“And I find that hard to believe. I saw you laughing and flirting with her. Do you want her? I wouldn’t blame you if you did, she’s hot.” She butted in, pursing her lips with lividity. Was she being serious?

His face furrowed in amazement. “I wasn’t flirting with her. And no, I don’t want her. She’s hot, no doubt, but you’re hotter.” He uttered in a deep-throated voice.

The way he said it effectuated a kaleidoscope of butterflies to party in her stomach and engendered a sweet patter of shivers up her spine. Blood rushed up her cheeks, staining it with its red color.

“I don’t believe you. Why then were you laughing?” She blurted out.

“She said something funny and I laughed. What is wrong with that?” He growled in debilitation. It was exhausting arguing with her.

“Everything! What would you do if I was laughing and flirting with Liam?” She yelled. His tone was infuriating. He made it sound like it was no big deal.

“Kill him.” He answered unflinchingly. “But I’m sure he won’t try something as stupid as that, he is conscious of what I can do to him. He knows where to cross the line.”

Her insides shuddered and dread twisted in her gut. He was dead serious. He would actually kill him if he dared to flirt with her.

“So you can flirt with my best friend and I can’t flirt with yours?” Her face screwed up in fury.

“I wasn’t flirting with her. How many times do I have to tell you that?” He grunted in exhaustion. She was making a fuse over nothing.

“Okay, then. What was that you were writing? Was that your number? Were you giving it to her? She’s very sexy and almost impossible to resist, so I won’t blame you if you did.” She bit her lips, sweeping her gaze across his chiseled features.

“Are you that jealous? Cause you are really freaking out.”

His lips curled into a mischievous smile. Arguing with her was of no use. She was obviously winning.

Seducing her was his only option to pacifying her anger. She couldn’t resist that. She was so possessive!

He’s never seen her this furious before. He must hurt her terribly to have incurred her wrath.

“Answer my goddamn question!” She thundered.

“Well, now you are starting to act like a demanding and jealous wife. Like my wife.” He toyed with the word ‘wife’ with his tongue, and she unwittingly found it pleasing to her ears.

He took a step closer to her, and she took one step backwards.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

What’s up with him and this wife stuff? He was seriously starting to prick a nerve. Perhaps a part of her did like it, but she would rather not concede to it.

“I’m not your wife. Stop calling me that!” She blew a fuse, taking a step backwards, and her back immediately hit a nearby wall.

“Seems like it’s the end of the line for you. Nowhere to run to?” He snickered, pressing his warm body against hers.

He lifted her hands up and held them against the wall, so her hand was above her head.

“And I’m gonna make you eat your words soon, wifey!” She was about expostulating when he sealed her lips with an electrifying and heart racing kiss.

Her heart was throbbing so hard in her chest, and the tingles that flowed through her body were exhilarating. As she struggled to free her hand from his gripping grasp, endless gasps of satisfaction left her mouth.

Not being able to encircle her hands around his neck or play with his hair or explore his ripped chest with her hand was like a curse. A curse she longed to break.

And with every second that passed by, she craved to pull him into her arms, clasping her body with his till they become one.

When he pulled out of the kiss, he left her breathless and gasping for air. Her heart still thumping from the mind-blowing kiss they just shared.

“How was that wifey?” He smirked, his voice taunting. What a sensational approach to cease all of their bickering. He should have kissed her earlier rather than squabbling with her.

“I never said I was marrying you.” She answered in small pants.

“You are, in fact, my wife. It’s just a matter of weeks.”

Surprise flashed over her features. Just a matter of weeks? What was he even saying? Was he actually serious about this intrinsic marriage talk, or was this merely one of his games?

…

Seems like Blake is indirectly hinting on marrying Riri!