THE DEVIL'S LOVER
Part 18's. Barbados 3
"You don't sound excited."
"I don't want to share a room with you." I answered him plainly.
"Some people really want to share a room with me." He thinks I belong to his fans, even though I belong to his enemies.
"I'm not among your fans." I saw him with the view he was a shitty creature I didn't want to meet.
"Why? Am I not rich, handsome, I can make you imagine beautiful things. I'm great at ra*njang anyway, I guarantee you'll get hooked." This demon apparently did not mind praising himself. And his confidence was sky high. He strongly believed all women would submit to his good looks and money. True for 99% of women but I'm 1% unaffected.
"I'm obviously not interested in wealth, your good looks." He raised his eyebrows.
"Ohhh, right? I just heard that. Then what interests you. You don't even have a boyfriend at all, another woman?" This demon is inexplicably still curious, probably because I'm the only one not to be glared at the badge of the Charleston hotel chain whose good looks are god-level.
"That's none of your business. You're just as lousy, moving women around without any of the ones you dare to commit to. Why do you have to take care of my personal matters." I repay. He is very interested in my personal affairs.
"Commitment can be arranged if I trust that person and that person is exactly what I think."
"Then my answer is the same." What he said was the general truth.
"Why do you think I'm not right for you, while the other women 99% say I'm right for them." He sat looking at me with these questions. What is he working on? Trying to get me to sleep with her?
"Look at Carla, I guarantee you won't sleep with me. If I break that you can get 2 months of my salary. Besides, I don't force girls to sleep with me. All I know is they forced me to sleep with them... So later tonight you can freely creep into my bed if you get hot. I won't refuse, I'll cool everything down." He said that with a big smile, sure I would need it first.
This demon has a high level of confidence in the sky. Unquestionably.
"So why do I think I'm not right for you, while another 99% say I'm right for them. Answer me, let's just say that I'm just wondering if I mean nothing."
"What's that important."
"Important, from the first time we met you considered me an enemy." I smiled now, she realized I thought she was the enemy.
"That's because you're a handyman spending company credit card limits, you're my enemy in finance."
"I'm sure that's not the reason. You don't like me personally. Ever since we met, if only the reason wasn't possible. So tell me why other girls find me attractive, but you hate me."
"I don't think it matters, we're just colleagues. As long as our work is smooth there's nothing to argue about."
"For me it's important. Why do you think I'm not attractive. What's wrong, I want to know, you want to hate me anyway but I want to know why." All right, I'll answer it.
"I don't like you. You and my dad are the same, handsome and have money. My father is also handsome like you, with the gallant uniform of a big yacht captain, a salary that is more than enough for at least 90% of women, except women who crave millionaires. And he hurt my mother, the woman who gave birth to four children for him, and my mother hurt us, because of the psychological burden that Dad put on her. You're the same as him, my dad is 57 he's still good-looking, even three years ago he was still married after two divorces. I don't need money to buy a mansion, I just want a cozy house and happy residents." I saw it in his eyes without fear. "Is my answer clear to you?"