LOVER MONSTER!
33. Don't Go Home.

Oscar always finds a way to make Demian a fuss. Just like now, when he got the information that a group of members from the Inferno group (a large and powerful enough group on the streets of Vegas) was hired by someone from Italy to get rid of Demian, Oscar didn't call Demian. 

Oscar lets time run while he receives reports that people from Inferno have discovered Demian's location. Oscar felt no urgency at all in this critical situation.

Only when he heard that the men were approaching did Oscar contact Demian.

As a result, Demian was now running on the crowded streets. Eight, no, maybe ten people chased him a few meters behind.

Demian ran and ran, trying to find the fastest way to get to the location that Oscar had given him. Safe place to hide now.

Ugh, annoying!

Demian looked back and realized the people chasing him were not far behind. Damn it, how much did they get paid so they ran as hard as they could?

While Demian continued running with his red flannel fluttering like a super hero robe, a taxi stopped right beside him. Claxing.

Demian turned his head with shock that blended with confusion. He did not remember Oscar alluding to any other help other than the safe location.

From the open windshield of the taxi, Jessica-Jessica of everyone in the world-waves her hand to Demian. Sending in. "Good," cried Jessica, "Quick!"

Without finding a rational reason why Jessica was there, in a taxi, with Dania next to her, Demian entered and condensed himself there.

"Waaaah..." Dania who first breathed a sigh of relief as the taxi walked left a group of men chasing Demian. "What's the matter just now?"

Demian held his breath. He watched Jessica and Dania take turns. He thought these two girls had come home, what happened? Why are they here?

"Are you okay?" Jessica touched Demian's arm, her voice implying anxiety. 

"Lumayan" Demian replied. After her breath blows steadily, Demian questions Jessica and Dania about how the two girls found her. They could be involved in danger if their aid timings are not on time.

"We were waiting for a cab when we saw you suddenly running out of the Terrace." Jessica gave an explanation.

"I didn't expect to find a taxi there quite hard." Dani complained.

"Maybe because the streets are crowded." Jessica pulled a shoulder.

"Wait, wait...," why are the two of them talking so casually? "So, you guys saw me running and took the initiative to help me, just like that?"

"That was Jessica's idea." Dania pointed at Jessica who was sitting in the middle of them. "He doesn't want his idol to do anything."

"Dani.., don't talk nonsense." Jessica is red. "I want to help because you helped us at the cafe. Thank you." Thank you."

Apparently so. If it was Jessica's initiative, Demian wouldn't be surprised. The girl has too much empathy compared to sanity. He softens too easily in situations that touch emotions, and forgets his rationality.

"You saved my life" Demian said at last.

"By the way, why are those people after you? You..., you're not involved in anything illegal, are you?" Dania-rather than Jessica-is a fairly rational figure there. He might have helped Demian, but on the one hand, was also worried about his own situation.

"Oh, that..." Demian smiled fakely, "Only loan sharks."

"Rentenir?"

Jessica knew it was a lie. If it was about Demian, Jessica believed something bigger was going on. Remembering this was not the first time Demian had escaped from the pursuit of people.

Huft. Jessica recalled the first time Demian stepped on the balcony of her room. It was the night their relationship began.

"Oh, put me in front." Dania was the first to arrive in front of her apartment building.

"Make sure my friend gets home safely, okay?" Dania said as she got out of the taxi. Demian responded with a nod.

"Surely," said Demian. Her eyes glanced at Jessica with a thin grin playing on her face.

"Now, Sir..." Demian patted the taxi driver's bench, "Take us to the Emperor Hotel."

"All right" replied the driver.

Jessica, beside Demian frowned in surprise. "You're gonna sleep in a hotel?"

"What do you mean by you?"

"Huh?"

"I'm not going alone" Demian said. "You'll come with me."

"Eh, what?" Wh why?

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Demian's answer was, it would be dangerous if it turned out that there were enemies spying on them from behind. Demian did not want his hideout-Elixir, discovered. In addition to losing her valuable coffee place, Demian also tells Jessica that her business could be in danger.

Hearing Demian's explanation, Jessica became frightened.

Elixir is Jessica's life now. He is willing to lose anything as long as it is not his beloved cafe. He built his career there, he even willingly met his school alumni to be able to promote Elixir. So, staying overnight at the hotel, with Demian.

Seriously.

"But why in Emperor?" Jessica muttered after the taxi they were riding left.

Jessica was now standing in front of Emperor.noticing how the towering tall building was challenging the night sky.

The Emperor Hotel, to Jessica's knowledge, is one of the most famous and largest hotels in Vegas. Dreaming of setting her foot in that place alone Jessica never, let alone staying in it.

"It's called hiding in plain sight" Demian replied. He grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled the girl to follow in his footsteps. 

Different from Jessica, Demian looks quite enthusiastic. He occasionally turned to look at Jessica and gave a thin smile that made Jessica blush in wonder. I mean Jessica, what's with Demian and his mood?

Perhaps because of the appearance of the two of them who seemed basic and far from the word high class, Demian and Jessica were given astonished gazes by the workers in the hotel lobby.

Only when Demian mentioned the reservation in the name of Adam Elgan did a smile grow on the face of the workers there.

Really, what is this thing called discrimination?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Elgan. Let us lead you to room-"

"No need" Demian said. "I don't need any directions, just give me the key."

"O-oh, fine." A key was then handed over to Demian. The hand that gave up shook with fear. "The presidential suite is on the 65th floor."

Jessica's eyes widened in shock.

"Joking, huh?" He tiptoed and whispered to Demian.

"Just calm down, we're not gonna pay anything."

No, Jessica wasn't asking who was going to pay, although that's a pretty interesting question. Jessica asked why...., out of all the rooms they would stay in the presidential suite?

Isn't that the most expensive room with elite service? Why did those who were not elite at all stay there?

Who was Demian Bellamy to the point that he had access to all these luxuries?

"Are you enthusiastic?" Demian embraced Jessica's waist and pulled the girl tightly towards her.

Inside the elevator that led them to the 65th floor, Demian noticed Jessica's questioning expression. She looked adorable as she was filled with confusion. Demian so wanted to pinch her cheek, pull the girl into her arms, sit on her lap.

Oh, how wonderful the idea looked in his mind.

"Jessica" Demian said calmly.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Is that questionable?" Jessica's palms are cold now.

"Don't be too agitated, I'm with you now."

Ting.

The elevator door then opened. They walked out into the room that was reserved for them. A room booked in the name of Adam Elgan, financed by a man named Oscar Brown and will be enjoyed by Demian.

Just then, when the door of the hotel room opened, Jessica and Demian stepped into it together.

Jessica-in a jitters that squawk. His pair of emerald irises scanned the room closely, to the living room, the balcony of the window and the view out there, the lavish kitchen too dazzling to the eye, and the floor.

Oh, how could Jessica close her eyes to the soft carpet that was now under her feet. It doesn't make any sense!

"Is it okay if I'm here?" Jessica murmured, it feels like dreaming.

"Nobody's better than you here."

"Huh?"

Jessica wasn't sure she was listening to Demian properly. He turned to the man to reconfirm what Demian had said. However, instead of receiving an answer, he obtained a kiss.

Demian, without warning or suspicious action, puts a kiss on Jessica's lips. His hand cupped the girl's face so as not to escape from her reach. So Jessica doesn't run away from him.

Sensing that other than shock, Jessica gave no extreme reaction such as kicking and stomping her to death, Demian's gentle kiss turned even deeper. More aggressive and full of prosecution.

Like a child who was given permission by his parents to play to his satisfaction, Demian interpreted that the absence of rejection from Jessica means he had obtained a consensus there.

Jessica-albeit felt a tremendous shock, when she knew she should have retreated there-even reaching for Demian's nape. It is crouching around the neck of the Demian level which is soft and refreshingly scented. Scooped up the man and accepted his embrace without a fight.

Until the kiss is released for a few seconds, a pair of emerald Jessica's irises meet Demian's dark eyes.

"Why all of a sudden?" jessica's voice mingled with the roaring heat of her breath.

Demian swept Jessica's chin with her thumb. Passion brushed off the clarity of his mind. Closing it with a blind greed. "Do I need a reason when you're in front of me?" He whispered low.

That answer made Jessica stare. The burning heat of his body grew increasingly smoldering, creeping all over his skin and creating a fiery reaction in his heart.

Jessica Cerise closed her eyes, giving up once more as Demian showered her with a kiss that not only tipped on her lips but also touched her jaw and chin.

The man's tongue played on his skin, sweeping and sipping it full of cravings as if he were a lump of sugar.

"Demy..." Jessica bit her lip when Demian's bite created a slight pain in her skin, creating thousands of butterfly flaps in her stomach. Makes him feel more nervous and breathless.

Their bodies were stuck together, still at the door. Demian held Jessica so tightly and tightly, not letting her take a step back in a single inch. He felt the girl in his chest. The sound of a salivary whisper, a sigh of breath, and an instinctive moving hand.

For the first time after Demian lost his first moment, only now did Demian feel so impatient and squeezed by aggressiveness. He was at a loss for words, blinded by his passion.

Even in the seconds after their pageant was separated, Demian again attacked Jessica with a pagutan that overwhelmed Jessica. Red cheeks are extinguished.

Without so much processing what they were doing, Jessica had already lost her footing. He was in Demian's arms, still in awe, when the man took him to a different room. To a room with a rose scent and a pomegranate alloy.

Jessica fell down with her back against a bed that was as soft as silk. He felt no pain at all. Jessica felt an incredible comfort. Very comfortable, especially when Demian returned to give a kiss on his face. On her pair of eyelids, her cheeks, her chin, the corners of her lips and her forehead.

"Jessica Cerise" whispered Demian in front of her face. Smile in there.

"Would you do it?"

"Huh?" Jessica felt an incredible heat burn her face. Being stared at by Demian when he completely lost control of himself made Jessica feel ashamed. He felt so vulnerable and weak under that dark gaze.

"I want to do something more than this" Demian said as she gave Jessica a light kiss on the lips. Her hand, which was on Jessica's stomach, slipped slowly into the black blouse that Jessica was wearing last night. A thin blouse made from light.

"I want you."

"I-I guess..." Jessica lowered her gaze from Demian's face, she avoided the man's gaze that was so intense and frightening. Jessica was afraid of her reflection in those dark eyes. He was afraid to find that just as Demian showed a thirsty face, he would show the same expression.

"You taste?" Demian teased her on purpose, her lips anchored on Jessica's earlobe. Gave a light bite on Jessica's skin that made the girl squirm uneasily.

"You want me to go home?" Jessica threatened.

"Pffit..." Demian pulled her face from Jessica's nape and again anchored her gaze on Jessica's blushing face. Sweat drenched Jessica's forehead, making her look more beautiful and beautiful.

Not wanting to go around for too long and torture Jessica there, Demian ended his teasing by giving Jessica another kiss on her lips. Deep sniffing that takes quite a long time. Saliva chime, the body encircling each other in warmth.

In the fallen clothes, the moans and sighs of disarray. Demian whispered in Jessica's ear, a low voice witty. Like spells.

"Don't go home..."

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