7. The Dinner
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Demons are rarely faithful.
He must like you a lot. He usually lets the servants deliver this kind of messages to his mistresses.
The words kept repeating in Amelia’s head like a broken record. She didn’t why she felt bothered by the information, but she was... a lot.
What did you expect, silly girl? Her inner sarcastic side taunted her. If you can’t even keep a human male interested long enough to even want to sleep with you, how did you ever expect to entertain the demon king?
Yes, Amelia, despite her years, was still a virgin.
She wondered as she combed her wet hair in front of the mirror what she ever did to deserve getting kidnapped in the middle of the night from her house. More importantly, she wondered how she could be so calm about the whole ordeal.
Why and how did she not freak out?
She, the worry wart out of her small group of friends, was used to making a fuss about the smallest of things… making her a bit dramatic. But that was just the wannabe doctor in her, or maybe the hypochondriac. She never really understood that character trait about herself.
So, how was she walking towards the dining hall, in Ilyne’s company, heart thudding but not in a frightened manner?
Lo and behold, the little miss goody two shoes that she used to be was excited to dine at the demon king’s table. Deep down, she was thrilled to merely be in his presence, for he exuded so much confidence –which was something she had never found in any of the guys she had dated.
He was a magnet, and she felt impossibly drawn to him.
“How are you my dear?” He asked as soon as she entered his field of vision.
All eyes turned to her, and she blushed under the scrutiny she was subjected to. “I’m fine, thanks.” Ilyne poked her and she was quick to add, “your highness.”
His face remained impassible but she could almost swear his eyes gleamed under the soft candle light.
“Come here, little one,” he beckoned with his hand, and she obliged, her heart pounding in her ears almost too loudly.
She heard faint disapproving whispers but the demon king addressed them a glare that would make any lesser beings crawl and they shut up immediately.
He made her sit by his side, and Amelia heard a strangled gasp escape someone.
“Is there a problem over there?” He asked coldly, c*****g his eyebrow in question.
“None, your highness,” came some woman’s sweet response.
It was then that Amelia took the time to examine who was at the dining hall. She had been too engrossed in everything that was Liam that she didn’t bother to look at her surroundings.
There were three men sitting at the table and two women, all elegantly dressed. The men looked to be in their forties, but the women younger, much younger… and they didn’t look like relatives. Unless relatives dressed provocatively for a family dinner.
Who was she to judge though? She didn’t know their ways… and maybe it was etiquette that they put on their best attire – just like she had been instructed to put on this beautiful evening gown that was nothing if not elegant.
It had not been her intention to impress anyone, but as she saw some warmth seep into Liam’s black orbs and appreciation show in their depths, she puffed her chest out a little bit, almost unconsciously. Call it woman’s pride!
“Eat, little one,” came the soft reprimand from beside her.
Amelia looked down to see a plate had been placed in front of her, sometime when she had been spacing out no doubt.
She flushed anew and began to eat, her heart beating erratically in her chest as she felt the weight of his stare on her. Did he want her to choke on the food?
“No!” He exclaimed, half aghast half amused.
Stop reading my mind, she mentally said as she glowered at him.
“But I find you very amusing.” He mouthed at her.
This was going to be a long dinner.
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