All Chapters of Under the incubus' protection: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

In less than a few hours, Desmond had rewarded me for shady behavior with amazing sex, and things were still in my favor after he had read Elaine’s conspiring texts on my phone. Had my ill luck improved? Or had I won the jackpot in my incubus?“You don’t find that demeaning? We don’t have to prove anything to Elaine. Your feelings are more important to me. I don’t think I need her guidance anymore. We can take it from here. It may have started with a contract, but our love is not a business deal,” I said, massaging his hand.“Demeaning?” Desmond began. “For as old as time, lovers have proved their worth to each other. I want to make you further swoon over me by passing the love test in the eyes of others. How can I let go of such a golden opportunity?”My coy gaze dropped to the ground. “My body is already in your possession. So, I better shield my heart, then. I’ll be in loads of trouble if you make it to the center.”“You think I wouldn’t make you drop your defenses?” Desmond graspe

Desmond agreed to Elaine’s proposition using my voice and hung up the phone. The next test was for me to get extra friendly with other guys, and my incubus was supposed to tolerate that sight by not physically assaulting me.Even if he was the jealous kind, it was relatively easy to pass since he already knew about it.“Isn’t this dumb?” I sneered. “She thinks you would physically assault me for being friendly with other men. I thought she would at least ask me to flirt with other men to drive you to hit me. Elaine has an extremely low opinion of your species. It’s not like I need to video my initial attempts to evoke violent jealousy in you. We can wait for her decoy to arrive to show her anything. It would be fairly easy to pass.”Desmond’s focus shifted from the ground to me. His irises were pure green, lacking the gold that could make or break a heart. In the outer white parts, red veins became prominent. They reflected pensiveness. Momentarily, it felt as if it were a big deal to

Right when I thought I had, Desmond all figured out. A strange incident from the past resurfaced. That night, Mason had burned his arm and gotten blocked from everywhere. I wasn’t the one who did it, then who was it? Desmond made it to us and put an arm around my waist. The hostility his eyes were carrying a moment ago had vanished. His face lifted in the most amicable smile as he greeted Mason.“Hi there! You must be Cassidy’s cousin,” Desmond opened up rather strangely.Mason appeared just as confused as I was. “You have mistaken me for someone else. I am Mason Murray. Cassidy’s former classmate and our families are neighbors.”“Oh, my bad!” Desmond shrugged his shoulders. Why did he have to say that when he knew very well who he was? “Desmond shook Mason’s hand without waiting for him to reciprocate. “Nice to meet you. I am Cassidy’s boyfriend.”Mason’s displeased and slightly annoyed stare landed on me. I lowered my gaze in embarrassment as I knew I was the one who looked like a

The leaves rustled in the breeze that whistled and howled like ghostly whispers; empty paths, lonely graves, and dim lights gave me the chills. I hated being there up till I watched my father being moved there in a casket. For months after his demise, I only found solace sitting close to his grave and having one-sided conversations with him.“Isn’t it ironic?” Alistair started, and I looked back at him. “The living fear the dead’s home when they are aware it’s their last resting place as well.”“Death being a reality doesn’t make it any less scary. It comes without a warning and shatters many lives. No one wants to accept that until it happens,” I replied.“There is pain in your words. You have recently experienced loss?” Alistair pondered."My father." I crushed crunchy, dry leaves underneath my boots. “He fell victim to my wicked aunt’s sorcery a year ago. She was the one who had sent an army of demons to my house the day you and I met for the first time.”Emotion constricted my thr

After lunch, I picked up an umbrella, a raincoat, and high boots before heading out the door. It was raining cats and dogs outside. The melancholic wet weather suited my gloomy mood. Everything felt so wrong. It was as if I was about to cheat on Desmond. He had reluctantly permitted me to see Mason and continue a friendship with him.The guy I met at the carnival could be right. Allowing people to meddle in my relationship was the root cause of our troubles. If I hadn’t discovered that Desmond had blocked Mason from my phone and that the second-degree burn on Mason’s arm wasn’t an accident, I wouldn’t have continued with the tests.I strode across the puddle. Mason’s house was only a few feet ahead. I remembered the path to his house as the most joyous stroll of my life. Now, it felt like a burden. Desmond had changed every aspect of my life. Only time could tell if it was for the better or worse. Taking deep breaths, my trembling hand pressed Mason’s doorbell. The main door creaked o