LOVER MONSTER!
20. Play.

[Where are you?]

A message appears on Demian's phone, coming from Angela. Demian read the message at a glance before putting his phone back on the table.

At that time, even though Angela was quite a meaningful figure in her life, Demian did not want the woman to know her whereabouts now, or whatever she did.

Demian does not want the innocent and cheerful Angela, knowing her nightlife. Especially when now, another woman was between her open legs. Trying to comfort him and crush his lust.

"You shouldn't have brought me here if you weren't in the mood to play." The woman who if Demian had not mistakenly remembered-named Eva, condemned was upset when Demian did not show any reaction to any temptation he gave.

Eva looked up at Demian's bored face. The man was clearly thinking of something else.

"Do you want to stop now?" ask Eva again.

"Don't give up" Demian said. "I pay you to comfort me, not to be noisy."

"Then focus a little bit" said Eva. He got up and climbed the bare-chested body of Demian. "Don't think of anything else and just look at me."

At least, thought Eva, only when Demian put his full attention on her, then Demian was able to appreciate her body, the beauty that he cared for in such a way as to attract the eyes that looked at her.

Cupping Demian's face inside her clenched fingers, Eva sprinkled a deep kiss and pagutan on Demian's lips. Demian did not rebel or resist the kiss that Eva had spilled on him. The woman tried hard in her work, Demian appreciated her efforts.

However, the area was not triggered at all.

No matter how wild the pawnshop was, how excited Eva was to hold it, sweeping her body with a hot kiss full of saliva, Demian could not. Demian could not pay full attention to Eva.

Something in the bottom of his mind, mocking him.

The shadow of a woman unraveled in thick black, eyes round like jade, staring caringly. A thin smile that is not so carefree, but implies friendliness and elegance. A girl named Jessica Cerise appears in the mind of Demian, the girl who makes her body not function perfectly.

Why is he there?

Demian questions her sanity when again, she tries to get Jessica out of her mind, thinking back about the girl.

Her strawberry fragrance, her delicate black mane, her skin pale.

"Demian.." the girl's voice resonated in her mind, Demian looked at Eva and imagined Jessica there.

If it's Jessica who touched it, do the dirty thing that Eva did. If it was Jessica who was between her legs, scooped her up thirstily.

Passion in a pair of green irises, saliva melts at the corners of her lips.

If it was Jessica...

Demian grabbed Eva's waist and laid the woman down on her bed. Their eyes locked onto each other, but Demian did not really stare at Eva. Another scenario plays in his head, like a simulation and a mirage.

If it's Jessica, then...

*

Jessica woke up from her sleep and headed to the bathroom. He prepares to help Ethan. Today, Jessica's plan is to help Ethan all day at Elixir. Dania's off today, so Jessica will take her place.

While preparing herself in the mirror, Jessica heard a large runway shoe sound from the balcony of her room.

Without panicking or being wary of who the foreign visitor landed on her balcony, Jessica simply stared at the mirror with a sour expression. He noticed a man who appeared in the reflection of the glass, entering through the door of his balcony.

"Good morning..." Demian greeted Jessica with a relaxed expression. Unbuttoned red flannel shirt, loosely worn on his body. 

Demian-unlike Jessica who is fresh and ready to welcome the day with an upbeat-looking, disjointed look. The scent of alcohol and tobacco blended into his body, polluting the air. A pair of Demian's dark irises looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept all night. Her curly hair was dry like a barren weed.

"Don't I say you can only come in here after I let you in?"

"Do you mind now?" Demian walked quietly. He scratched his head and made his curly mane even more messy.

"Is the question important now?"

To be honest, in Jessica's eyes, even though Demian looked like a raspy who hadn't taken a five-day shower, her good looks didn't fade at all.

Her exhausted face was, somehow, extremely dazzling.

Justjust wonderful.

"Don't bring it up" Demian said. "I won't bother you at all today. I just..., umm, need some time to rest."

"You can rest in another" Jessica said. Jessica would not let Demian rest in her room, not when the man looked dirty and smelly. Ugh, too..., what is a lipstick trace on his neck? Ew.

"I want to rest here," Demian said, clearly unwilling to listen.

"Haaa~" Jessica sighed. Why would he have to deal with a man like Demian?

"Why are you fragrant in the morning?" Ignoring the craziness engraved on Jessica's face, Demian approached the girl and inhaled the sweet fragrance that was oozing on Jessica's shoulders. Jessica spontaneously backed off.

"Are you a dog? Don't sniff me around..." Jessica shudders.

"Sensitively. I'm not gonna eat you." Demian chuckled at Jessica's reaction. "Are you scared of me now?"

"Rather than being afraid, I feel disgusted."

"HUH?" Demian's eyes widened. Disgusted?

"You smell.." said Jessica blatantly. "You haven't had a shower at all. How can you show up in my room with this look? As a man, don't you know shame?"

"You dare insult me now?" Demian was not offended by Jessica's remarks, she realized she was indeed a bit dirty today. She-after tangling with Eva-without cleaning herself up, goes straight to Jessica. 

Maybe because all the scenarios he had built last night had worn off this morning, Demian became somewhat disappointed. He wanted to see the real Jessica with both eyes.

"It's not an insult" Jessica said. "Because you're my guest, I'm willing-at least-you're taking care of yourself. Don't expect you to sleep here if you don't clean yourself up at all."

"All right, all right." Demian cupped Jessica's face in her palm and held Jessica back a step. "You're a fucking crap. Are you my wife?"

"Civilized..." Jessica wiped Demian's handprints off her face. "I didn't marry a jerk."

"Heeeh, does that mean you'll never get married?"

"Why are you drawing any conclusions?"

Demian slicked his shoulders. He who was two steps ahead of Jessica, cut the distance between them again. He grabbed Jessica by the shoulder and turned the girl back to the mirror. Her eyes and Jessica's eyes met in the mirror.

"Because I know every man on earth is a jerk, it's impossible for you to find a man of noble heart."

Jessica brushed Demian's hand off her shoulder. For some reason, Jessica felt Demian was too comfortable nearby. The man happily put his hands here and there and had no restrictions at all. It seemed as if it was docked towards him and embracing him.

'Does he not see me as a human?' Jessica scowled but said nothing. Jessica doesn't want to be teased by Demian anymore. The man would tease her and call her sensitive and laugh at her status.

"Not all those motherfuckers like you, huh. Ethan and Elli treated me well. No, not just me, they treat everyone well. They are angels."

"Gtogethers..." Demian leaned against Jessica's dresser, hands crossed over her chest.

"You might laugh because you don't believe it, but Elli, Ethan and oh. Jake? They are an example of a normal guy out there. They're the kind of men I'm going to marry."

"Oh, romance. I don't know if Jake's getting into your ideal type now."

No.., that doesn't mean Jake is Jessica's ideal type. It's just, if you bring up the problem of husband, the man you want to make a friend for life, the man who deserves is a good man, right?

A guy like Demian was Jessica's ideal type, but he never imagined the man to be in front of the altar, waiting for her with a cheerful sparkling smile. That's impossible!!!

"Forget it," cut Jessica. "I don't want to discuss my ideal type with you. You better take a shower and clean your body. I'll kill you if you sleep in my room with this look."

Demian watched Jessica who took a step away from him. Although the girl tried to cover up her uncomfortable expression, Demian knew very well that the closeness and familiarity she poured towards Jessica made the girl become very aware and alert of her existence.

That's good.

He was happy to see Jessica wriggling under his gaze, like a little caterpillar dancing within his grasp.

Demian wanted to see how far Jessica could go. Demian wanted to know which of them would break the promise they made that night.

'I'll make you want me, my toy.'

*