Chapter four

It's been days since the devil said that the payment for my life is by being his. We have been living together for six freaking days. BUT IT WAS NEVER IN A ROMANTIC WAY, no!

I have been his maid for consecutive days! I wash his clothes though I wonder where those clothes are from and why does he have so many stacked up with 'my' own clothes. It's as if he's been living here while I was gone—well that's not even impossible. We never shared the same bed, of course. He sleeps in the guest room, well—thank goodness, there is a spare room on this house. I never thought that it will be for someone like him!

Whenever I go out, he will just be sleeping or drinking coffee or reading any book that he finds in my room, or sleeping again. He's like a freaking sloth with nothing to do but hibernate. I don't even see him wet from taking a bath, nor brushing his teeth, but I know he really takes good care of himself since he'll always smell so fucking good. I love the way he smells, like some fine rare quality of wood, like the breath of fresh air, I don't know but it is so pleasant to my nose—he is actually pretty perfect but his attitude and him being a ‘demon’ destroys it all.

Whenever he wants coffee, he would ask me for it-- and he drinks coffee like he is drinking water! If ever he doesn't like the taste of coffee, he would never drink it and ask me for another one, he's hella lot worse than my boss in the publication. I go back and forth to the kitchen, I even want to smash the cup on his pretty face!

Aaaargh!

For this day, it is his tenth coffee-- oh yea, I am counting, and the day is just approaching noon. I think I will just wait for him to die of caffeine but wait--

He is a demon, he doesn't die. I can even put raculin in this coffee and he will still drink it normally then just spit it out afterward once his tongue noticed the difference in taste.

I put 3 teaspoons of dark brew, 2 teaspoons of cream, and half a teaspoon of sugar on the cup and then pour the hot water on it. The smell of coffee was supposed to be fragrant, to be so aromatic. But smelling it throughout the whole day-- nonstop, makes me wanna vomit! I feel so traumatized by the smell that I can even have a year without drinking coffee.

I stomp my way towards the sofa where he is, with his feet up on my small table, relaxing like he owns the goddamn house! I put the coffee on the table beside his feet and he opened his eyes. I stood right beside the sofa, tapping my foot, waiting for him to drink the effing coffee, after a while, at last-- he did take a sip.

"I put poison in that."

I uttered with my brows raised and arms crossed. He looked at me with his brows creased, then smirks.

"You wouldn't want that and you wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

In a blink, he was gone. He can teleport the fuck out of thin air. I am so mad right now, the publications gave me one week off work before starting again and time isn't being kind to just fast forward to the day that I can finally go to my job. I jumped when a warm air blew in my ear, I turned around and there he was, smiling like a handsome demon which he is! I raised my fist to land it on him but stopped midway.

I calmed myself down and sighed.

I am so mad at him right now but I really don't want to hurt him. He never did anything to violate me, but he is so damn snarky and bossy at all times. Then he would try to tease me by trying to start touching me because he knows how it drives me insane. I sighed in exasperation. I looked at him dead, in his bright blue eyes, but his expression was different. Is that worry in his eyes? Ha! As if!

"Eve."

He put his palm on my cheek and pulled me closer to him with a gentle tug. One second, his other hand was in my back, and he was just staring at my eyes then down to my lips. I realized that my breathing was ragged and that my lower lip is in between my teeth.

I can't even control this feeling whenever he's doing this to me.

"Tell me what you want."

His hot breath blew on my lips, and it really smells of mint-- my favorite smell.

"I--"

I opened my lips without my mind's consent and he started to lean in more, his hand pushing me to him and the other in my neck, stroking awfully light and hard on the feeble skin of my neck. His lips draw closer to mine and I was ready and hot.

The doorbell rang in such an unexpected time-- his brow furrowed.

"You expecting someone?"

God, his tone is a death threat.

"No, I didn't call--" I stopped as I remembered who was in the door.

Fuck! Oh poor Zack, I called him yesterday!

The demon let go and made his way to the door. Oh my, shit! I hurried my way to get to the door first but he opened it, Zack's eyes were completely shocked, obviously!

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Who the hell are you?" Zack answered, they are staring at each other, blazing blue to green eyes like they are about to brawl.

My best friend wouldn't back out from fights, he is also having this side of him that I know.

"I'm Adam, Eve's--"

"Cousin!" I cut his sentence before he can even finish. As much as I am curious about what he is going to say, I have to stop it. Adam, huh? I never asked him his name before, why didn't I?

I looked at him apologetically and he grits his teeth while glaring at me. Oh my, he's still hot. But right now, I am awfully scared!

"Am I interrupting something?" Zack turned his eyes to me, he looked despaired and curious at the same time.

"No!" I shouted defensively.

"Yes!" Adam overlapped with my voice.

We then looked at each other and he was really mad. He rolled his eyes in defeat and turned his back on us. "Whatever."

I watched him walk away, followed him with my eyes as he went to my room, shutting the door. I looked back at my best friend who was at the door, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"I guess you're not telling me something." Zack is also frowning at me, his green eyes glaring at me as well.

"Is that for me?" I tried changing the topic by looking at the roses that he was holding.

"It was for you, but after I see that anonymous man, I guess it will be for him." His gaze softens, he is so kind to me, I don't even deserve him.

My tears fell down my eyes and I threw my arms at him. I have been feeling weird these past few days and I guess seeing a known person to me is just the way for me to get back on my head. He embraced me tightly while he still holds the flowers in his hand, he then planted a peck on my head. I buried my face on his chest, smelling the fragrant garden scent from his clothes.

"Do you want to talk about this somewhere else?"

I nodded. I needed this, I needed to get out of here.

I went inside the house, somehow feeling a little at ease, knowing Zach is there. I still feel a little bad for Adam, but—I can't understand him, nor do I understand my situation about stuff like, demons, angels, and other things which I believed only existed in the movies. I don't feel safe since my killer is out there but I cannot just mope inside this house. I opened the knob to my room, trying to make out some words that I can say to him.

Wait, why do I even have to explain myself to him? With the thumping of my heart, I opened the room to my door to find out that he was gone. Where is he? Oh, let him be!

I rushed to my wardrobe to change into my jeans and grey shirt. I went to the mirror and tied my red hair up into a ponytail, looking at my grey eyes to see if it's still sworn out from crying.

A knock on the door startled me, I put my hand on my chest.

"I'm sorry, babe." Zack lets out a faint chuckle.

He walked to me and placed his palms to my face, his thumb gently wiping my eyes. "Seems like your 'cousin' has left." He made sure to emphasize the word, cousin. "Do you still want to go out or do you want to talk about it here?"

"I don't know." I sighed defeated.

He pulled my hand and walked me towards my bed, he sat down and I sat with him.

"Spill."

"He is a man I'm indebted with."

His eyes widen, "What? How much?"

"No, it's not that." I snorted, my voice a little quaint.

"Then what is it?"

Well, apparently, he is a demon who makes deals in claiming someone's soul.

"He's just— "

"Did he touch you?" His emerald eyes faltering in shock.

"No—and we didn't— "

He ran his hand through his hair, he seemed so stressed out while he is talking to me. I don't know even know what to say to him.

"Why didn't you just make him leave or why don't you just leave this place?" His question hit me. Why didn't I do something? If it's fear, well—I'm not afraid of him. I stared at my jeans and just make my mind wander through space. I feel like I've known him for a long time.

"It's stupid but I—I know him."

Zack lets out a deep breath and stares at me, his eyes hurt.

"How long have you two been under this roof?"

"Six days?"

"How can you even say that you know him?" He looked weary.

"If you're thinking about it, I'm not saying that we're together or--- something."

"Well, your eyes say otherwise! And did you see how he reacted?" Zack's voice was clearly mad.

He is overprotective of me ever since the beginning. That's why I know how mad he could get when someone is doing me wrong. He is not that kind type of a guy but towards me, he is as sweet as an angel.

"No—I am just conflicted. I don't wanna talk about this anymore." I buried my face in my hands.

I hear Zack clicked his tongue and then exhaled deeply. He then pulled me to his arm and I laid on it. We laid in bed while I was enveloped by his warmth. This is what I need, I don't have what it takes to talk everything into words. I closed my eyes and completely drowse off to sleep.

I sprung awake with Zack's emerald eyes on me, he was caressing my head. I rubbed my eyes with my hand, removing any morning star if it has it.

"I'm going home now."

"What? Why?"

My eyes slid to the open window, I slept all through the day!

"I'm sorry, Zack..."

"Nah, it's actually better to see you sleeping. You look calm. It's hard for me-- I mean, I can't stand it if you cry."

He looked at me genuinely, he was sad and I never wanted him sad.

I leaned to touch his face and pinch his cheek.

"I'll be fine."

"You can-- uhm, nothing."

I stood up and smashed him with a pillow. I hate it when someone cuts his sentences midway, it leaves me hanging. He laughed and sat down, then grabbed the other pillow that I was supposed to throw at him again, putting it down.

"Live with me." His gaze was stern, making me mute for seconds.

"I mean, if the asshole is still here, and you don't want him, I could adopt an old lady." He beamed at me with his eyebrow creased for some reason.

My lips curled into a wobbly smile, he really is my hero. As much as I wanted to take up his offer, I can't just do that-- Adam might hurt him and there is something inside of me that doesn't want to hate that demon, and there's something else too.

"I-it's still my house."

"B-but I can't just do nothing. I wo---"

I put my forefinger on this lips to stop him from talking me out of my decision.

I shook my head a little.

I can't leave like this. I will follow what my heart feels about this one.

He playfully bit my finger, making me startled, pulling it out. I landed a flick on his forehead making him jolt.

"Aw!"

He chortled.

"Go home now."

I messed up with his soft brown hair.

He gripped my wrist lightly and pulled it, giving me a bear hug. I embraced him back, it's the most comforting hug in my life. Zack is like the only family I have had since I left my mothers at the convent. I love him just the way he is right now; I don't want him to disappear.

I walked him outside until we reached the front porch.

"See you tomorrow at work?"

Oh Yes! I've forgotten about the work after moping this whole day!

"Yes!"

His gleaming green eyes looked at me tenderly.

"If something happens to you, I'm going to kill him."

I swallowed hard when I saw Adam, behind him, his blue eyes shining in the dark.

"As if you could really do that,” Adam spoke gravely.

He sniggered as he walked beside Zack.

The two men stared at each other in such an aggravated manner. If there were knives right now, they would start to go for the kill, that's what the ambiance shows.

"What makes you think I couldn't?"

Zack sneered at Adam, making his brow raise.

No, Zack, if only you know. I need to stop them...

I cleared my throat, making both of their intense eyes slide at me. They are both scary! I shook my head a little as I fiddle with my jeans. Adam rolled his eyes at me and walked straight to the door, never greeting me. Why would I even expect him to greet me in the first place?

Zack lets out a calm smile and his eyes changed automatically when he looked at me-- with his loving look. I suddenly wondered why I never fell in love with him, he's the ideal guy of so many women-- even mine. I guess it's got something to do with the time we were together without considering those possibilities.

"Good night, babe."

Zack walked away, leaving me alone on our front porch, debating whether I should have just accepted his offer or not.

There's no backing away now.

I walked my way inside, I was wiping my feet on the rug after the door when my body suddenly slammed against the wall. I gasped, Adam's body is over me, his face so close to mine, his eyes are dark, his strong hand pinning both my arms above my head and his other arm cornering me on the wall.

Fuck.