Devil’s Invitation

"You left your underwear in my bed, do you want to retrieve it? Come to my room tonight."

Oh dang!

Norah realized it after she walked out of his room but too embarrassed to retrieve it. His warm breath smells of cigarette smoke brushed against her skin, making her shiver.

"I don't need it anymore. You can throw it away or burn it. I don't care." She said heatedly.

This man was so rude, but all she wanted to do was to lean her head back to his chest.

"Burn it? What a waste. I'll keep it as a token." He teased.

"Y-You!"

The milk and the orange juice almost sloshed out from her movement. She wanted to shrug his hand away, to slap him, or worse to kiss that mouth.

"Hey, watch out or you'll spill it again." He placed his hand on hers to steady it.

That big hands enveloped hers, made her mind wandering all over the place. The same hand that touched every inch of her body, touch her down there.

"Let go of me!" She hissed.

He chuckled. "Tonight, Norah. Or I'll come to your room."

Norah gave him a nod, she felt his tounge on her right ear, gave it a lick oh so gently. Then he released her hands and let her walked away.

In the end, she was swayed by the devil's invitation.

"Norah, what took you so long?" Clara met her in the hallway.

"Umm.. I spilled the milk so I had to wipe it. Here's your water." She handed the glass to Clara.

"Are you okay, Norah? Your face is flushed." Clara asked in concern, they walked back to the living room.

"I'm fine.. You don't need to worry about me."

Xander was switching the TV channel in boredom, his injured leg propped up on the table, beaming when he saw her.

"Oh babe, I almost fell asleep from waiting." He yawned, but Norah catched that green eyes flicked a glance to Clara.

Norah smiled and sat beside him, "It's because you're on med. Do you want to take a nap? Gulp down your milk and I'll help you ascend the stairs to your bedroom."

Xander looked at her, finally focusing his gaze on her. "How old are you, Norah?"

"I will turn nineteen next month." She blushed under his gaze.

Xander ruffled her hair softly and her heart bloomed. It was enough for her, if he couldn't love her then she would feel content just from his attention.

Norah would take every little piece he offered, she didn't care if he only used her. Because she loved Xander, only him.

"Really? Then let's celebrate your birthday next month. Umm.. I mean if you're still here and Xander allow it." Clara smiled guiltily.

Norah squinted her eyes, Clara always behaved so odd and hesitant in front of this man, like she didn't have a freedom to say or do something. She didn't laugh freely like they did when it was just the two of them, without Xander.

"It would be fantastic. What do you say, Xander?"

"Hmm, that's a good idea so you'll have something to look for. We'll throw a grand party and you can invite your friends from school. If you need to buy clothes or jewelry, just say it to Noah. He will take care of it for me." Xander winked at her.

"Really?" Norah giggled, this was one of the advantages to date a super rich boyfriend.

"Whatever you wish, babe." He said that to her, but his eyes to Clara.

Norah kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Xander. Clara, you hear that? Xander will throw a great party for me. You'll help me prepare everything, right?"

Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Of course. I suddenly remember that I have something to do, so if you will excuse me."

Norah would find out what happened with them and the one that might tell her everything was that devil.

***

She glanced left and right before she knocked his bedroom door, he occupied the room at the far end and it faced the garden. Norah straightened her clothes again, her hands were so cold like she was about to do a math test.

The door opened and that gorgeous smile with twinkling black eyes greeted her. He wore that usual black polo long-sleeved shirt so she never got a look of his skin, except his face, neck and that part down there.

"Well, hello Norah. Please, come in."

Norah ignored his invitation and stretched her hand. "Hand it to me and I'll never bother you anymore."

Liam clucked. "Why are you so cold towards me? Last I remember, you're not like this when you needed my help. Instead, you wailed and begged me prettily."

The devil!

Before Norah could rebuked, he pulled her hand inside and locked the room.

"What are you doing?" She screamed from his high-handed manner.

"Calm down. I just want to give it back to you, remember?"

He opened the first drawer of the nightstand and took out her underwear. She was embarrassed watching him holding that pink flimsy underwear, like he touched something so personal and forbidden.

"Here."

Norah snatched her underwear and pocketed it quickly. "T-thanks. I'll go now."

"Why are you in such a rush? I'm lonely in this big cold mansion, keep me company for a while." His charming face pleaded.

"I can't be with you in this room alone. I have a boyfriend now, if you remember." Norah lifted her chin.

She used that as a weapon to keep this devil away.

"Oh right. Let's talk about your boyfriend, then."

He lowered his head parallel to her, his handsome face only inches away.

"There's nothing to talk about, Liam. Stop pestering me and my relationship. Why are you so curious about it?" She rolled her blue eyes.

"I'm just curious how he can get every beautiful woman available." He chuckled.

"Maybe by not being such a jerk like you!"

"Oh yea? How do you know he's not a jerk?" Liam toyed a strand of her blonde hair.

"I know everything about him. He prefers almond milk than cow milk, his favourite food is tenderloin steak, he is a workaholic but play tennis and swimming as his hobbies. I could go on and on but I won't bore you with the details."

"But… There must be something you desperately want to know right? Like his most deepest secret?"

He casually flopped down into bed, leaned his body slightly backwards with both hands. That long muscular legs stretched apart slightly, feet on carpeted floor in relaxed pose.

It just lacked a woman riding on top of him.

Oh God!

Norah buried that thoughts away, there was something more urgent to think about and she must know the answer immediately.

"Yes, and I think you know the answer. Who is Clara to him?"