THE DEVIL'S LOVER
Part 14's. A Wedding Party's

The POV Carla

David takes me seriously. After several months of working together, David never asked strange questions and touched on personal matters again. She works with me as a colleague and doesn't seem to think I'm the girl to be teased.

The work went much more smoothly because I didn't have to feel like my emotions were provoked because he underestimated me.

Exactly it started when Janette said David asked her if she was right to pay for all my sisters. Now David gives me the respect I need. He considered me equal and served as a professional.

And he doesn't mind if I keep his credit card. His assistant gave all the necessary information for the reimbursement and the situation proceeded peacefully without a single bon being rejected. It is a miracle that needs to be appreciated. Professionally, I have no problem with him now.

But obviously my personal assessment of the Devil has not changed. I keep putting him as someone who should not be approached at all. That never changes.

"Maural." This time David called me in the office corridor. I turned to get the man this time wearing the dark shirt carrying an invitation card in my hand and put it in my hand.

"What's this?" I'm reading this is a wedding reception invitation, with the name of a person I don't know at all.

"The wedding of Mr. Oliver's son Cheshire, the owner of the Midtown hotel we bought, his son married in Barbados, they used our hotel. You and I have to leave because my mom and dad can't leave. My mom said you had to come with no other." I accepted the invitation in disbelief, Mistress Mary told me to go with this Devil, she herself said she should not be influenced by him.

Now that I have been told to watch over the personal life of this Devil, this task is too much for me. I'm not getting paid for this baby sitting assignment.

"where possible. I don't want to." I returned the invitation in my hand to him.

"I just found out my mom knows you?" Now I stammer with that sudden question.

"Of course I know Mrs Maria, she's the wife of the biggest shareholder. How could I not know him. I've talked to him a few times in private." He scrutinized my expression intently.

"that's all. Really, why would he tell you to go with me?"

"Obviously that's it." He looked at me, apparently not believing my words. "Where do I know why he wants me to go with you. You think I'm going with you? If you want to go with you, you go and find a partner yourself."

"You called my own mother to turn her down. It's up to you." David left me and returned the invitation to my hands and my inability to refute anything.

I don't want to go with him. My job is just to keep an eye on her purse, how could Lady Maria have told me to go with her to Barbados just the two of them.

"Mrs Mary." He lifted it up quickly.

"What's the matter, dear Carla." He picked up my phone in a cheerful voice.

"Why did you tell me to go with David. I don't want to go with him." I was clearly protesting.

"I knew you'd call me. I'm asking you for help, I don't want him to go with someone who doesn't have an identity. Just two nights, consider it a vacation. You'll get a separate room of course."

"Who may I be watching him, you know David if he wants he can sit alone at the bar in five minutes and lonely women immediately cover him like hungry hyenas. You gave me an impossible task, madam."

"If he was that way it would only last one night. You take it easy, he won't trouble you, he knows he can't fuck with you. Besides he won't embarrass himself in front of a colleague by bringing in a stranger, you're his partner at the party, please hang on for the weekend. Just two nights, dear Carla, okay ..."

"But Madam..."

"Carla baby, let's just say I asked you for help. Just this once, please Aunt. Okay, if he messes with you call me, I'll scold him and cut his pay for you 20%!"

"What's..."

"I promise you'll be able to cut her salary by 20% and transfer it to your own account. I'll tell Gabriel. Okay, this problem is over. Enjoy your vacation, baby."

The phone was disconnected and he gave me no chance to answer anything again.

"It sucks, why do I have to go with the Devil. I'm a baby sitter!"

But I think again, if he dares to mess with me, I will transfer 20% of the Devil's salary. I just have to attend the wedding 2 nights, 3 days, from Friday afternoon to there so guest, go explore Barbados by myself instead. We went home Sunday afternoon according to the schedule.

Think of it as a holiday as Lady Maria said. Taking a deep breath I tried to think positively.

It's just going to be a holiday in Barbados, and I've never been there.

Okay, vacation. It's just gonna be a vacation.