CHAPTER SIX

Being alive pangs, especially when you feel a trail of emotions burning inside you that need to be released but you can't do that. It hurts to be alive and helpless.

I wonder when will this pain demise I'm continuously inhabiting in misery and it's not pleasant I just want to live a normal life but fate is not letting me I'm instead swimming in a sea of sorrows

Meeting Cain was terrible, he used to make me do things I didn't want to, I smuggled drugs sometimes he'd even put them in my stomach he made me do terrible things to people. In his eyes and Banes's, I'm trash but he never made me feel worthless. What he ordered me to do was the same as being a prostitute because what if their lust nudges them to want my body to get what he wants he'll let them ravish like a predator ravishes their prey.

I look at the dress he sent for me it's lying on the bed it's black, short, and ridiculously cute I wonder who told him black is my favorite color.

I take a quick shower, after taking a shower I hear a knock on the door I rush to his wardrobe and find a white shirt, and put it on just as I was rushing to the door I remember that my hair is still white I go back to the bathroom.

The water running is so cold as I create a black ball and then let it fall on my head, my hair turns black in seconds, then I run to the door and open it.

My mind goes crazy with rustic thoughts as I see the creature posed in front of my eyes, my bestial Alpha. He's shirtless with nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow and supple waist. Why would he wrap himself up I would love to capture all that is hidden inside the towel

My eyes moved from his down there to his chest. How often does this guy work out? My eyes strolled over his well-toned and muscular chest. This was lewd and electrifying at the same time. I mentally slapped myself when I realized he had his eyes fixed on me.

I cleared my throat 

"Sorry for the wait I was taking shower," I said while also playing with my wet hair.

He blinked twice before answering

"Yeah, I can see," he said looking at something I followed his gaze.

Shit! I had completely forgotten about my wet shirt well his shirt he could see everything my hard nipples were sitting there displayed for him to see.

He chuckled softly, 

"I came to fetch my shirt, but I see you're using it I'll take another one" this is embarrassing.

"Oh" is all I manage to say.

He takes his shirt and I go to the bathroom to comb and dry my hair

"Can you pass me the perfume?" I jump. I thought he left already.

I clumsily take it, I'm still a bit shaky I did think he'd be back. I turn to give it to him but I slip and end up falling on top of him. We stay there for a while my lips on his. Weren't kissing but when I knock over him, my lips landed on his. 

I pulled away from his face and looked down at him, he smiled and so did I. I stopped when it flashed to me that he was the same cruel guy from a few hours ago.

"Umm can you..." I gesture to him to free me from his embrace. He removes his hands and I stand up he's your perfume I'll be down in a few minutes, I close the bathroom door as I enter.

This going to be three months of hell.

I glance at the dress, black. Black is my favorite color. I put it on and do my makeup. I hate putting it on but I have to today. I walk to the huge mirror. I don't know if it's the mirror or if I'm gorgeous today.

The dress was plain no buttons no ornaments, just simple it was as it was made primarily for me and me alone. I was happy with the way it hugged my curves it complimented the real beauty in me.

My presence would undoubtedly melt all the men in the room when walked in. I smiled I looked like a whore ready to seduce anyone that comes to my path. My heels also made me look talker I was a real model.

I was beautiful and comfortable that's all that matters.

After I was done and gratified with the way I looked I went and searched for the devil downstairs.

I found him sitting in the lounge drinking coffee his eyes glued to his laptop.

"Hmmm" I cleared my throat to get his attention. I don't want him to scold me for talking without permission.

He lifts his eyes and goes back to his laptop but looks at me again. He started at me until I felt uncomfortable.

"What the hell are you wearing!?" He shouts after some time. No, you look great, no compliment he just shouts at me. What a weird guy

"What people decidedly call a dress," I say and his face darkens

"I can see very well you're wearing a dress but what kind of a dress is this!?" What I don't understand is why he is malicious and yelling 

"A black backless one" I reply as calmly as ever.

"That's not what I mean why is it soo short," he says and tries pulling it down. But the dress doesn't seem to want to go down.

"Weren't you the one who gave me this?" I ask.

But he's still busy pulling the dress down.

"It won't go down" I finally tell him and he stops

"Damien!" He yells.

A guy comes running I think he's Damien he called for, I think I've seen him before.

"Dude you can just mindlink not shout like this," he says then a bit later got gaze falls on me.

"And who is this hot sweet angel with you?" Before he even gets his response he takes my hand and kisses the back of it 

"Hi I'm Damien" I smile 

"Nice to meet you Damien" I pull him in for a hug

"My name is Angelique but your friend here still doesn't know that yet and I don't want him to know that yet, and if you're the Damien that got me this dress you can start saying your final goodbyes" he chuckles.

"What is this that you've bought?" He points at my dress.

"A dress" Damien answers. I laugh at the way he's answering proudly with him this angry and Bane glares at me while Damien surprises his laughter.

"Relax this dress will take those guys to a world of desires it's perfect, right agent A?" I nod. I like my new bane agent A.

"See I gotta go, I love you, agent A," he says as he leaves the room.

"I love you too Damien," I say smiling.

"Who permitted you to talk?" I look at him

"I was talking to Damien" I reply 

"Shut up!" He shouts and walks out.

My smile grumbles down.