I know The Devil

~So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

I swallowed hard feeling silly for a while and when he caressed my cheeks, I blurted the first thing that came to my mind. “How do you stay in such a big house all alone? Don’t you feel lonely at all?”

He sighed and with his hand underneath both my legs he placed me in-between his spread legs effortlessly as if I weigh nothing.

I gulped, my gaze going down to my ridden-up shirt and when I look up to meet his pretty eyes that were responsible for the slight sway in my head, I sagged my head against his chest hiding away from the intensity of the moment, the electrifying undercurrent chemistry simmering in the air, even as I felt his hand underneath my chin making me meet his eyes.

“Maybe just the thought of knowing one day I would find you, see you, have you in my arms just like now made the wait bearable, the loneliness less consuming. I have never stopped loving you not even for a second__”

“Is this when you tell me you have been waiting to do this to me all night and then we make out?” I blurted out too tense to understand what he was saying and too stupid to stop myself from blurting out words that made me seem like a psycho and a maniac.

Confusion marred his gorgeous face for a while. I clenched my eyes shut too embarrassed as it were to look even as I felt my face becoming hot and I bet red like tomato sauce. Two seconds. Three.

I heard a deep sound of laughter, yes this might sound cliche and very unoriginal but it sounded like music and I had the urge to sway to the sounds for a long time which was a better choice than slowly opening my eyes to face a guy that I certainly can’t help embarrassing myself around.

I shifted closer, kneeling in between his legs subconsciously as I watched his face still thrown back as he laughed while I couldn’t help the little smile that graced my face even though I knew the night was not going as I imagined it. Of course, it was so romantic when your boyfriend throws his head back and laugh at you because you are such a silly idiot that knows when exactly to spoil the mood.

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I was just so hopeless whenever it comes to Law Tyler.

“No,” he finally whispered when he was done laughing, which was quite satisfying because although I love the feeling of watching him laugh, I didn’t like it so much that both times I’d seen him do that it was because I tended to embarrass myself whenever I was next to him. Now, he’ll just consider me a goofball.

“You’re so cute.” He mumbled pinching my chin. I glared at him. Make that a flurry little cat.

“We’ll see a movie and nobody is using that cliche pickup line as old as time to get your pants off you.” My eyes widen at how crude he sounded even as the thrill of his words made me feel like we were doing something bad… Very bad already. “Because,” he started huskily even as one of his tanned hands disappeared underneath my shirt while I watched his eyes which pinned me to a spot while he stroked my thighs, “If I wanted to do anything to you all night, I’d have done it already.”

My eyes widen as he removed his hand abruptly from his shirt I’d borrowed, and then he chuckled I bet at the look in my eyes when he continued scrolling through an array of different movies to choose from.

Grumpily, I turned to look at the screen, my head now cocooned in his chest as I wondered why he couldn’t make his point without touching my thighs and making my thoughts all corrupted and jumbled.

Slowly, I was laughing at the comedy show Law had put on while easing into his body like I belonged there. We both had an intense argument on which flavour of ice cream was the best. I stood behind vanilla and chocolate, while he tried to defend strawberry and caramel. Ugh.. at least there was one thing about Law Tyler that wasn’t so perfect after all. He had a bad taste in food. Like how exactly was that even possible?

After we were done buttressing both the points we had made in our flavour argument with a popcorn fight, I swung my leg looking all pretty while I watched Law Tyler vacuum clean the room.

Then we both tried to predict the next scene of Notebook because it was that cliche, overwatched and loved all the same. Okay by me.

You know that moment when you are about to drift to sleep, Rob calls it standing at the threshold. I think that was right where I was when I felt myself lean into a very soft surface and I was glad I was far gone else I might do something as stupid as moaning.

I was past the threshold when I felt a kiss against my forehead, but I really couldn’t tell if it was a dream or Reality because of how pained Law sounded and the strangeness in his tone.

“What are you doing to me? Why do I find it so hard this time to keep to the rules of the edict?”

Something delicious hit my nostrils even as I sniffed in disbelief, wondering if I was still dreaming because the last time I woke up to a freshly cooked meal had been in middle school and it was a birthday treat.

The waft of pancakes hit my nose more strongly even as I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the rich golden colour drapes over the window for a while in utter confusion, and as my leg hit the ground and was met with an expensive-looking ornate rug, memories of Law and I attending Titiana’s birthday party, the slap and staying over at Law’s house flooded my memory instantly.

I stood up not even wanting to spare myself a look in the mirror knowing that would totally make me avoid going to look for Law. No, I wasn’t one of those girls who wake up looking like a ray of sunshine, I have had a terrible case of bad bed hair since forever which Rob has always used to taunt me.

Deciding that what I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me, I cautiously padded my way barefooted grateful for the little tour Law had given me because it helped me avoid getting lost as I tried to find him while I avert my eyes from the marble warmed floor not wanting to see a reflection of my hair sticking from different corners at all cost.

The kitchen had environmental friendly bamboo and brushed granite which features a terrazzo eating bar but that wasn’t the first thing I had noticed. The state-in-the-art interior designing and all the overwhelming types of kitchen utensils I have never seen before arranged in rows neatly didn’t also hold my interest because in front of me stood Tyler with messy hair that oozes sexual appeal and stirs something in me that wants my hand threading on his hair strand and it didn’t help that he was wearing a black fighter’s short.

He looked up from the pancakes he was arranging into a plate, giving me a lopsided grin while I perched my behind on a barstool in front of the eating bar.

“Hope you had a good night’s sleep?”

I wanted to tell him that it had never been better. Yes, I am fascinated by wealth and I’m not like a few people who grew up hating everything it was to do with privileged people and that was an unusual trait because Evans high school can flare such a fire. So I loved the luxury that Law dwelt in, his nice house, his big plasma TV, God… His soft comfortable bed but that wasn’t at all what had made my night sleep so much better. It was all about the boy in front of me who was now adding maple syrup to the pancakes after I replied to him with a shrug because I knew right at that moment I could sleep in a shit hole next to Law and still feel thoroughly at rest.

There was something about him that made me comfortable, made him feel like an old guitar pick a famous star still carries around because of the familiarity or an old friend, a star actress still hangs around with because more than anything they were a piece of the regular, the reminder of who they really were. Law Tyler gave me exactly the exact feeling. He felt like home to me.

He slid a plate in front of me and I looked up to meet his eyes, “You look great by the way.” He threw me a smug grin even as he sat down next to me.

“Oh shut up..” I retorted weakly, digging into my pancakes quickly so I could use my mouth being full as a reason why I didn’t finish my sentence even though I had nothing to say.

Not all of us could wake up looking like Law Tyler, now. Can we?

He chuckled lightly catching up to my childish antics and leaning over he kissed me on my forehead and it felt so natural. “But I like it really. It gives me a preview of what you’ll look like when you have been fucked so thoroughly.”

My eyes burned on unshed tears as I choked on my food wondering why I had thought it was ever a good idea to have so many mouthfuls in the first place. At first, it was Law Tyler and his taunts then it has been because the pancakes were too good. It was crispy brown and nicely made, unlike the measly ones Rob do make for me occasionally.

Law stood up panicked even as he made me drink from the glass of orange juice next to my plate and I lifted my head when my breathing had evened out shooting lasers at him while he had the nerves to give me an innocent look.

“Don’t you know about eating etiquettes?” I angrily asked him, “You shouldn’t talk at all while eating.” Or talk about something so filthy randomly I added in my head.

He nodded, his face way too serious and I could tell he was messing with me even as I caught the little smirk he was trying to hide over his rim of glass.

We spent the rest of the morning, after I had dumped both plates we have used in a dishwasher amidst an argument on leaving that for the housekeepers who stayed outside of the house, we discussed his amazing cooking skills and I fill him on my horrible one and how I couldn’t be trusted to make something edible for myself. Then I discovered he found ramen noodles unhealthy and noticed he had frowned when I told him that was like a lifesaver for me since it was cheap and I ate it all round the clock.