Consistent

Charlotte was on her night shift again. She didn't get enough sleep because of that man who invited her, yesterday Monday. More like forcing her to come. She put her hood on making sure that the man wasn't in any black car. But since it's traffic outside the facility, the vehicles are not moving, she smirked as she put her face mask on and almost galloped as she went to her apartment building.

But just right in the area into the subdivision, he was there standing with his man Jace smoking and seemed to be waiting. She froze and quickly turned back. She heard a snap and that's when Jace came running to her and smiled.

"Hi, we are off to ride. Come with us."

"No. I am tired. I don't want any of your games."

"Come on, Charlotte. It'll be fun. Besides, Lesley hopes to see you. We have a fully air-conditioned room where you can sleep. I will drive you back on your shift." Jace was smiling handsomely.

"That's tempting. Yeah… but no. Sorry. Tell your boss that I don't want to see you and him ever again. Not even one of your gangs."

Jace chuckled and extended his hand. She stared at his hand as she gasped when Donovan grabbed her hand and took her to his motorbike. He put a helmet on her and she tried to remove it but Donovan glared at her.

"I'm warning you, Charlotte. I don't have time." He threatened.

"So am I!"

Donovan was very impatient as he hopped on his motorbike and pulled her hand.

"Tsk. Charlotte."

"Oh, fuck it." She stepped on the footrest and climbed up on his luxurious BMW big bike. She searched for the handle and it was just on the side of her butt. She was surprised when Donovan reached her hand and wrapped it around him.

"For your safety purposes."

She doesn't like touching anyone at all or vice versa. But he smells good. His perfume smells good. But it was mixed with the smell of a minty cigarette which she hates.

"Don't fall asleep." He grumbled.

They left the area as she held onto Donovan who was aggressive in driving. When they arrived in the area, after thirty minutes, she felt her limbs and buttocks numb. Jace helped her out as she quickly removed her helmet. He took the helmet while she removed her hood and her face mask. She wiped her sweat as Donovan stared at her.

"What?" She asked, annoyed. Donovan scoffed, nearly chuckling. Then, he reached her chin.

"Well, you are just funny."

She pushed his hand as he looked at Jace who smiled.

"I'll escort you, Miss, to your room."

"Is this your house?" She asked.

"Second residence near the area of the company," Jace said as she watched Donovan go to another door. Well, at least the handsomely-sexy demon king wasn't going to join her. Upon entering the foyer, Lesley was there and she was still in her sleeping robe. She quickly hugged her.

"Thank you for coming!" Lesley looked like a chirping adorable bird in Charlotte's eyes.

"Yeah, your brother kept kidnapping me," Charlotte said casually as she somehow felt a little happy seeing Lesley.

"Come. I'll show you to your room. We can have breakfast together."

She reached her hand and pulled her upstairs.

"I don't know what's going on but you can stop it, Lesley. Tell your brother not to see me ever again."

"I think he's enjoying that," Lesley smirked. "Don't worry. You can sleep well here. The room is comfortable~~"

"Like the hotels?" She asked. "I have insomnia and since I didn't blink an eye last night, I might sleep well."

Lesley giggled.

"You are so funny. I like you very much."

"We can be friends but I don't want your brother to keep on using his dominant attitude on me."

Lesley giggled and opened the door to the room. Then, she pointed to the other room.

"That room is mine. So, I will just make sure that this room won't ever be occupied but only for you."

"Lesley," She sighed.

"I know. I don't have many friends. Most of them were fake. Now, you should take a warm shower, then we can have our breakfast."

"I don't have clothes~~" Lesley pulled her inside the room. It was wide, with a table, balcony, an air conditioner room, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom. The bathroom was wide and she would love to dip in a hot bath.

"Oh, wow." She stared at the wide bathroom that was two times as wide as her rented room. "I could live here."

"Yes, you can. You should live with us."

"No. I mean, in the bathroom." She mumbled. "You got a sofa."

"Of course, so it's close to the dresser." Lesley looked so excited. She looked like she was trying to control her excitement.

"No. I can't live here. Besides, we are not relatives whatsoever. Saving you is enough, I am not asking anything."

"You like the bathroom?" Lesley asked. "You shall have the best bath in your entire life!"

She turned on the faucet in the bathtub and poured the essential oils that she chose for her. She watched as Lesley got excited.

"We can bathe together!" She grinned.

"No. I rather bathe myself and not show my ugly body."

"Hmm," Lesley shook her head. "Anyway," she pulled her and opened the door to the wardrobe. "Surprise!"

Charlotte stared at the colorful clothes. Not her type. They surely are beautiful dresses and luxurious clothes but it's a no for her.

"Uh, Lesley. I will not live here."

"Yeah," Lesley winked. "You can marry my brother!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" She groaned as she felt that pin pain in her temple. "I just need a pair of pajamas and, where's your laundry room? I can wash my clothes so I can use it later."

"I will handle it." Lesley was very persuasive and it's annoying.

"Yeah, sure, even my underwear?" She raised her brows.

"Yeah,"

Lesley showed up with a lot of sexy underwear.

"I think you are cup b."

"I~~I am."

"Well, you can have everything, just marry my brother." Lesley insisted again but she was surely making fun of her.

"No. I am not marrying your annoying brother."

They stopped when someone leaned on the frame of the open door.

"Huh, interesting," Donovan said with a smirk.

Charlotte only glanced at him.

"Let's get this over with," Charlotte told Lesley as Lesley closed the door with a wink at her brother. "Stop telling me to marry him." She grumbled.

She got a nice bath and Lesley would sneak in and help her massage her scalp. It was very nice to have someone do that. She nearly fell asleep in the big jacuzzi tub, with bubbles. She admired Lesley while looking up at her as the lady was massaging her head with the shampoo.

"This is nice, Lesley." She whispered. "Thank you."

"Anytime. You should come here every day. I can give you a massage like this. Because, you know, I am bored and my brother doesn't want me to work after what happened."

"I'm sorry about that," Charlotte said. "But I'm curious, what happened exactly? You didn't have to tell everything."

Lesley was only silent as she pressed her lips.

Charlotte finished her bath and wrapped her hair with a microfiber towel. She removed it and let it dry as they went downstairs for breakfast. Again, Donovan and Jace are joining them. She looked at the food. It was famishing and she was indeed hungry. Lesley was talkative as they had their breakfast. She only eats a little and drinks her milk.

She noticed that Donovan didn't eat much. He has his black coffee and reads a few documents wearing his eyeglasses. He must be far-sighted. She waited as everyone was done with their food and Lesley asked her if she wanted to walk outside. She agreed as they toured around the big property in the city. Upon walking around, she felt really tired.

"I have melatonin…" She smiled.

"Can you just let me sleep?" Charlotte asked.

"I hate to do it, but yeah. I had no choice. Or else, my brother would scold me."

"Thank you."

Lesley escorted Charlotte to the guest room with the melatonin as she took her phone from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. She closed the windows and was glad that it was black. Now, everything is dark as she finally lies down. She fell asleep, but somehow she was dreaming. It was lewd and Donovan's eyes were burning her in passion.

She gasped when he whispered something in her ear while his hand was busy fondling her breasts. She was moaning, her fingers scratching his back as his mouth was on her neck, gently nibbling it.

She opened her eyes as a silhouette was over her. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"You got a nice sleep?" A deep sultry baritone voice asked as she reached for her eyeglasses and put it on to see who it was.

"Oh, it's you. How long have you been there?" She asked.

"Like ten minutes ago." He was sitting on the bed just close to her. She was a light sleeper and she would know if someone moved and sat. He might be an assassin type. His movements were silent and she didn't feel him sitting there.

She stared at him as he reached her face.

"My sister is happy. Can you stay here? Can you come here every day?" He sounded pleading. She gaped and almost said yes, but she must decline.

"I~~ I don't think I should get involved in your family."