Questions

"Mr Asbeel, is she your new girlfriend?" Asked a reporter breaking their reverie.

Just then another chimed in.

"From which family are you miss?"

"What is your surname?"

"Which company is under you madam?"

"We have seen you, first time in capital?"

"You are from which city?"

"How much time has been to your relationship?"

"Do you know your no. Of being his girlfriend?"

"What profession do you have?"

"Are you rumoured Meg Katherine Francis, his fiance?"

"What is your thinking about being his engaged man?"

The questions were getting rougher and rougher. She could hear that all are directing to her and not him. They are looking at her like she is a new animal added to the zoo. She tried her best to maintain her smile. But it was faltering with every question. It was a miracle that she is still walking elegantly in these high heels.

She was not able to hear Half of the questions. Still, the more she heard, the more nervous and embarrassed she became. She is neither from a rich family, not own a company, she doesn't even know which city she belonged to?

And how come he has a fiance now didn't he said he wouldn't marry a few minutes ago? How much progress has been done this soon? But before someone could ask anything else few bodyguards cleared the path for them.

Still, all the questions were twirling in her head. Still, she took a deep breath thinking the difficult part is over. Poor her doesn't know that the difficult part has just started.

When she entered the room, he told her, "the party has two parts, first, it will be a dinner party as it's already late. Here people will come and socialize with each other to increase their connections and then there will be an auction of antiques for charity.

" do you want to have something? It will take a long time, better to have your fill." He said pointing at the table of snacks and an assortment of food nearby.

"Oh, then I will go and have something then join you." She said looking at the direction of food.

"Oh my, are you sure? as a gentleman, I should serve the lady." He said smiling at her. She wasn't sure whether he was serious or joking. But how could she let him serve her? She is his maid, not the other way around. So she waved her hands and shake her head to show she is fine by herself. "No, no I can go and take it, this way I can even choose what I want to have by looking at the dishes."

He wanted to deny her, but when he heard her reason. He finds it a good point after all angels only eat grass and he does not know about choosing dishes from the grass. He would only have meat as the grass is not made for them. As a demon, he really didn't need food to survive, but the taste of meat gave him satisfaction just like the taste of alcohol. It made him feel good but he never felt drunk.

The same should be with her. But since she doesn't know she is an angel and her body doesn't need food. Her human mindset had taken its place. And just like them, she would mentally feel hungry after a while because she thinks she should. She wouldn't even feel drunk also.

That's why she woke up in a few seconds after having so many sedatives and drugs in her drink. But she is not superstitious as they say. She would never in her thought entertain an idea that she is an angel or angels and demons exist.

It's not my mistake. I told her the truth that she is an angel and he is a demon. If she doesn't believe him what can he do? He shrugged his shoulder at the thought and saw him leaving her side.

Just when she went away, many people gathered him like swarms of bees. Pathetic humans, they think they are intelligent and others are a fool. They will just flatter him a bit and he will be ready to do their bidding. Bunch of fools. He sneered at them. But it's a good way to lure them to do sins.

He is the prince of hell, enticing and temptations giving is his work that's why he enjoys clubs and parties. Here people just need a push, and they will do crimes. They kill each other for a bunch of notes. For dead land. For stones or whatnot.

They call them civil yet insult each other. They won't feel a bit remorse in stripping each others clothing in public or showing their dirty laundries.

We demons at least live united by. And don't demean each other. He shook his head and smiled at the person approaching them. Ella Crawford. The lady who organised the charity.

Charity they say, it's just another way to show off their wealth.

"I thought you are going to come with Helena. She even told me that you have invited her to your home afterwards. Although you usually only take girls to 'Leisure'. Who is she? Looking new to the circle." She asked eyeing Angela who is walking to the nearby table.

"She is not from the circle. And she is not the one you are thinking her to be" he replied looking at her eyes a warning clear in his tone.

Instead of anger, all she felt was amusement, she raised a brow with a stifled laugh "you mean you didn't sleep with her?"

"No" 'but soon' but that is not for you to know. He replied immediately making his stance clear.

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