His Sweet Karma

Chapter 6

                                                                                         MAHALIA

Sarah took the name cards from my hand. “I’ll keep these for now and you go have a bath,” she said, pushing me gently to the bathroom. She took off the jacket and hung it on the wall behind the front door. She then remembered to lock it, and I was already inside next to the tub. I gazed at my hand that held the coin, seeing a trickle of blood in my palm. It was then that I realized I had a wound. But staring at the old bronze coin, I could remember my father looked at it with interested eyes. He told me not only once that it was his lucky charm since mother gave it to him before she passed away. And it had been for my mother as well.

My pink-peach lips trembled when tears slipped from my eyes. I missed my parents so much that I kissed the coin with closed eyes for a moment or two. Then I slowly opened them after that.

My mouth let out a gasp in horror when black smoke came out of the coin and a stark naked man suddenly appeared right in front of me! He was so tall, with flawless tanned skin, and olive green eyes. His body didn’t miss a single muscle group as he fully displayed himself to me without even blinking or even attempting to cover his nakedness. He just stood there with hands on his hips and his huge clean member stiff and proud. Wait, why was he fully aroused? And why was I staring at him like this?

I swallowed hard; thoughts went blank as I gawked at him with wide eyes. No man on Earth was so sexy as this one. Not even those hot K-drama actors or Hollywood stars that I admired. Not even close! But when my obscured mind was cleared, I screamed loudly that it could wake the dead! I quickly ran out of the bathroom after hurling the coin to his face. I had no idea if he was hit or not. I didn’t really look because of fear. But I guess he dodged it.

“Hey, what happened?” Sarah sounded alarmed when she heard me screaming and saw me running out of the bathroom. I almost bumped into her. My hand was on my chest and realized I was just in my bra and pants.

I pointed at the bathroom. “T-there’s a man! A n-naked man i-in there!”

“What?” she asked in confusion and disbelief. “How could there be a naked man in there? It’s only the two of us here. No, don’t look at me like that because I never had a man after John!” she added, scandalized. Her blue eyes were big as saucers.

My throat went dry but I was still panting out of fear. “I-I d-don’t think i-it’s a m-man!” I whispered, fear reflected in my light brown eyes. “I-I think i-it’s a d-demon!” I whisper-yelled, eyes wide with terror.

“What? Hey! Lia, Lia!” She held me by both shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “I know that jerk of a stepbrother of yours is the cause of this. But believe me, there’s no one in the bathroom, okay? I’m sure of it! I didn’t see anyone come in here. It’s just us! I already locked the door and you can be assured that Ryder will have to walk over my dead very pregnant body before he can get you! Alright?”

“B-but… I-I even threw t-the coin at h-him!” I insisted. My eyes grew wide when I felt something in my hand. I gasped when I saw the old coin. It didn’t escape from Sarah’s eyes either.

“Lia, just go have a bath and relax. Everything will pass, I promise,” she consoled me, rubbing each of my arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just go back there, and then, you can rest. Everything will be different in the morning.” She slowly led me back to the bathroom.

I was still confused why the coin was back in my hand. I was so sure I threw it in the demon’s face!

I was shaking as we approached the bathroom. Before I could even open my mouth to tell her that we should go back, she was already screaming as she saw the naked man—er demon. But at least he wasn’t naked anymore since he had my towel wrapped around his waist. But still, that demon was there!

“Wahh! There’s a man! There’s a man in our bathroom!” She ran to the living room and picked up the phone to call 911. But before she could even dial it, the phone flew out of her hand. She screamed again and I ran toward her as the olive-skinned man now strode out of the bathroom with those long muscular legs. “How did you do that?” Sarah asked, baffled.

“See? I told you he’s a demon!” I interjected.

We hurled different things at him, be it the unused ashtray or the remote control or magazine. “Get out! Get out!” Sarah and I screamed at him in unison. All the things we flung to him just hovered in the air between him and us. He didn’t even raise a hand or whatever.

I looked at Sarah with mouth gaped open wide. We shouted but this time, there was no sound. Then he came up to us. We wanted to run but our feet were stuck somehow on the floor. Our eyes went bigger and rounder. He was just a meter away from us.

I heard him chuckle as he crossed his arms on his smooth, wide and muscled chest. There was something familiar about him that I stopped yelling and looked at him instead. His four-part braided long hair took my attention. Meanwhile, Sarah couldn’t stop yelling, her mouth wide open but no sound came out of it.

“Hullo, my personal precious Earthmother Kar!” he greeted me with that sexy low-pitched voice that I’d never heard in a man before. And he had that distinct accent I couldn’t pinpoint. Both his accent and voice were sexy and hot nonetheless. But wait, I think I heard his voice before. Somewhere. Although I could not remember it, I just knew deep inside I already did hear his voice! There was no mistaking it.

His eyes swept from the tip of my long light brown hair that was all over the place to my pretty face, slender neck, small breasts, flat stomach and down to my still booted feet. And then back up to my face. I could see the open admiration of those striking olive green orbs that made my knees wobble.

Do demons have this kind of sizzling green eyes? I wondered quietly.

“Now I can admire you face to face. Finally,” he drawled huskily. A hint of smirk was on his attractive lips.

I stole a glance at Sarah, who was not screaming anymore. Instead, she watched this demon that came out of the coin.

“Fear not. I’m not going to harm you in any way,” he said at length.

He glanced at Sarah and gave her a knee-weakening smile. It was obvious as Sarah suddenly sagged down to the nearest long sofa. One hand was on her chest while the other on her round belly.

When I saw that she can now move, I rationally concluded that I could move as well, so I hastily dashed to the bathroom and chucked the coin into the toilet bowl and flushed it. Maybe he’d be gone with it down into the sewer! But in just a blink of an eye, the demon was right in front of me, so close to me, in fact. I gasped when I found out that the coin was also back in my hand in no time.

I screamed again, shaking my hand but the coin was just stuck. My scream was both because of fear and disgust. Imagine that the coin was supposed to be flushed and was probably down the sewer and was now back in my hand?

I immediately went over to the sink and washed my hands with hand liquid soap. And yet, the coin was still stuck in my wounded hand, which gripped it hard a while ago when I escaped from my stepbrother at the hotel.

“What are you?” I asked, looking over my shoulder as I rubbed my hand hard. The coin was just there and wouldn’t even budge.

“Let me introduce myself to you—”

“Are you an incubus, a demon? Because I saw you come out of the coin through a black smoke!” I could still not believe myself saying this. This was all weird. I hoped I was just dreaming all this and I’d wake up in my bed feeling great. I just hoped that Ryder didn’t even do that to me at the hotel! I shivered at the thought of him having his way with me. I desperately wanted to shake it off my mind!

I huffed noisily when the coin was still stuck in my hand. I thought it was already raw and he could see it. And maybe even the bruise my stepbrother caused.

He flicked his fingers and my stinging hand felt soothe. When I looked down, I saw the wound close up and the coin wasn’t stuck anymore. Even my early bruise was gone. I blinked many times before I looked at him again. I was barely aware that Sarah was already standing at the open doorway, ogling the hot demon. Her eyes traveled on his body back and forth. Again and again. Disbelief was also shining in her awed blue orbs.

“I’m not a demon and certainly not an incubus. I am Vasilios Kalfas, the only son of the Cretan Priest-King, who worshipped the Mother Goddess and the Bull God.”

I grimaced when I heard it and looked at him in the eye. “Cretan Priest-King?”

“He was known all over the island and beyond!” he answered proudly.

“Y-you mean…” I shifted from one foot to the other, my brain remembering something. Chunks of it. “You…” I ran my tongue on my slightly thin pink-peach lips. “I think you were in my dream once.” I looked at him in bewilderment as that realization struck me. My heart beat faster as his eyes met mine and the air seemed to be knocked out of my lungs.

I saw the corners of his lips lifted as they were pulled into a slow, sexy smile. “I showed it to you,” he declared in that husky tone of his.

My jaw fell to the floor. “W-what?”

“I let you have a peek of my past because I wanted you to recognize me.”

“Huh!” I harrumphed, stepping away from him. “You perverted disgusting Cretan! How dare you show me that—” I bit my tongue, glancing at my best friend, whose attention was on me. I looked at him again. “How dare you?”

He chuckled and it was still sexy as hell! He wasn’t even remotely remorseful of what he showed me! He made me a damn voyeur!

I gave him a grossed out look. Remembering what he did with those women… God! I didn’t want to play those again in my memory. Oddly, those scenes were now clear as if I was really there. Okay, I was perhaps there. But it was just a dream! But how could he make me remember those in such perfect details?

“Don’t you ever do that to me again! And once more, what are you? Are you a ghost?”

He stepped closer to me, making me aware of and smell his alluring classic scent of bergamot blended with a touch of woody and ambergris notes. It was so unique that I knew I would know him anywhere if I’d scent him, even without looking.

His moist pink lips were a magnet to my eyes that they made me ponder if those tasted sweet as they looked. I had no idea what he was doing to me but my esophagus went suddenly dry that I had to wet it with my own spit. s**t! I guess he knew his effect on women. Or his effect on me. Because he looked at me with such seduction that liquefied his green orbs. God! This Cretan philanderer made me feel something deep within my lower abdomen that it ran down my very feminine core. In just a beat later, I could feel the wetness starting to soak my underwear.

“I’m a cursed prince trapped in a Minoan coin that Helia created. If you can remember in your dream, that woman you saw me last with? That was her. Because of her, I have powers and can grant the coin holder anything she wishes. And I believe you call someone like that a genie. I’m now your personal coin genie, my own precious Earthmother Kar!”