Page 29 of Boyfriend From Hell

How could I be so daft?

Of course, she would want to carry on with her mundane tasks here. If she wanted to continue to write, I guess that wasn’t so bad. She could easily do that while ruling beside me—granted, her role was more so just her being there for me.

I pondered what roles would be best suited for her—perhaps she could look after a few of the districts?

It was hard to say what she’d enjoy doing down here.

I supposed this would be a better conversation to have with her, rather than me making meek assumptions.

I wanted her to be my equal. I wanted her to feel like my equal.

She gasped, pulling me out of my stream of thoughts. When I looked down at her, her jaw was nearly on the ground. I followed her surprised stare and spotted a demon just a few paces in front of us and chuckled.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered down to her as I pulled her under my arm. “Nothing and no one will ever hurt you down here.”

She looked up at me with eyes as wide as saucers, the expression in her eyes begged me to sift through her thoughts—but I’d been trying to refrain. She didn’t outwardly seem bothered by me reading her thoughts so openly, but there was a part of her that found it annoying.

Annoying her was the last thing I wanted to do; I didn’t want to push her away. If anything, I wanted to pull her in as close as she’d allow—which, based on the tidbits I did have the pleasure of sneaking out of her mind, she wanted the same.

I couldn’t help but grin at the realization that she actually did like me—which earned me a confused look from her.

“What?” she mused, squinting her eyes at me.

“Nothing!” I grinned wider and laughed.

“No, it’s something. What is it?”

She narrowed her glare, a clear attempt at being intimidating, but I could see the light in her eyes dancing.

“Nothing, I like you. I like having you here, at my side.”

I shrugged, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks. I cringed internally, did I just say that? What a damned cheese ball.

She laughed and leaned into me, her smile was warm and nothing short of lovely.

“Who knew devils could be so sweet,” she teased, as she squeezed my arm. “I might like you too.”

She rolled her eyes and I breathed a sigh of relief; I didn’t need to check her mind to know she meant what she said. I could feel her warmth and affection sing through the bond. It made my heart happy, knowing I could bring her even a morsel of joy, this is all I had wanted for us––for her.

“Hmm, enough to dwell in the fiery pits of Hell with me for all of eternity?” I asked theatrically, as we passed a group of Underworlders who gave me an odd look—quickly snuffing it out as my eyes met theirs.

They knew better than to judge me, or anything I was doing. I could make their lives quite literal Hell, if I so pleased. Though, I did like Hell being more of a place of comfort for my people.

In all fairness, I hardly ever went out in public like this. I always spent my time in my home, and on occasion surfaced up top when I needed a break from here—the gaping stares were warranted—but didn’t make me any less self-conscious, and mildly annoyed me.