Page 36 of Boyfriend From Hell

We spent the following days fully enthralled in one another. Creating that room for her was the best decision, it truly opened her up and brought her a sense of comfort I didn’t realize could be brought upon by (what I had deemed) invaluable objects.

The days were filled with answering her questions about Hell and its inhabitants—how people ended up here, if pets end up here, how demons came to be and what they are.

We lightly touched on our childhoods and how they differed and what it was like for both of us growing up.

After the last few days—I felt as if I had known her for a lifetime.

I explained mortality to her and did my best to explain how, and why, I was immortal—though the best I could come up with was ‘that’s just how it is’.

We also had a lengthy discussion about how our anatomies differ slightly, and that there is no way she could get pregnant from my seed—that was a far more awkward (though very valid and reasonable) conversation.

And that’s saying something, considering it’s competing with the moment I had to confess my virginity to her.

I knew some of my flippant answers didn’t fulfill all of her curiosities, and I acknowledged that, realistically, I should know more than I did.

But growing up, I had next to no interest in learning about the history of this place or its people.

Granted, I still don’t—I’ve more or less succumbed to the fact that, regardless of my wants, I’m meant to fulfill a role of destiny and take over the family business of running the Underworld. But I digress.

“Raios?” My sweet one said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at her and gave a sheepish grin.

“I’m sorry—what were you saying, love?”

“I need help choosing a color for the hallway walls.” She gnawed at her bottom lip.

I noticed she did that when she was either deep in thought, or weighing her options.

It was a small thing I had picked up on instantly and I was glad she wasn’t aware of the habit because she would surely attempt to stop the adorable quirk.

I tilted my head to the side and examined the four, extremely similar, colors that were pulled up on her laptop—all of which were damned near the exact same shade of beige.

Good thing Hell had no shortage of contractors, because there was no shot I was doing this solo.

I’d have to send Mal or Cam topside to grab the things we needed—unfortunately Home Depot hasn’t made its way down here—yet.

“Hmm,” I hummed, leaning over her and the cozy little nest she’d made for herself on her couch. “I like that one.”

“Really?”

She looked up at me, her face screwed into a look of distaste.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I had settled into the realization that I loved her shortly after our ‘date’ in Gluttony district.

Every small thing she did felt like taking a bullet straight to the heart—and I welcomed each one with open arms.

For once in my bleak life, I had found my flame. “Oh, no, not that one?” I cringed, “Sorry, I actually meant that one.” I jutted my chin aimlessly toward the screen and was rewarded with an eye roll and a haphazard swat in my direction.

“Choose whichever color you like, love. This is your home now too. I couldn’t care less if the entire estate crumbles to the ground, so long as I have you by my side.”

I planted a kiss atop her dark red hair, now haloed with black roots and streaked with gray. My star kissed, little nightmare.