Page 6 of The Devil After Dark

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LIANA

I woke up with the covers completely off me and panting like I had been having some great sex.

Okay, in my dream I had been having some really great sex—at least some great foreplay.

The star of my dream had of course been Cassio.

Why could I not get this man out of my head?

I grumbled as I pulled the covers back up.

Then I slid my hand between my legs again.

Gods damn I was aching like I had really been touched.

And of course my pussy was unreasonably wet for it being just a dream.

It had been one of those dreams I could not wake myself up from and everything in my body had felt so incredibly real.

I pulled a tissue from the box next to the bed to wipe myself up with.

I really needed to stop dreaming about this man.

Instead of going back to bed I pulled on my sweats and slipped Cassio’s shirt over my head.

Then I pulled my laptop from my bag and settled on the couch to do some quality stalking in the digital archives of the man who was haunting my dreams—and my pussy.

There was infuriatingly little about Cassio Padovano in the archives.

It had been easy to find him and difficult to learn anything of substance.

I guess when you were part of the magic wielding class you might actually have some power to control what was recorded about you.

I was not sure if I was surprised or not to find out he was a magic wielder.

I should have guessed it by the private car, but there were some of us lesser humans who had made enough money and wealth to live that way too.

I was only able to find the basics. Cassio was a businessman with various businesses throughout the city.

He was regarded as one of the richest, if not the richest, men in the city as well.

Not many of his businesses were even listed and it was said that most of his businesses were run under holding companies for anonymity.

I slowly closed my laptop. I needed to get over him.

I could be weird and message Zac, his driver, but it was clear that if Cassio wanted me to have a way to contact him directly he would have provided it.

I was also sure I did not want to be involved with a magic wielder even though I could not get him out of my head.

Some women sought them out. My guess was those women were mostly chasing the money and the hope that their own children would be set for life.

Maybe that assumption made me a judgmental bitch.

Who was I to think poorly of what someone else wanted?

Maybe it was my way to talk myself out of any fantasy I might have involving a future with a man I had met once.

I still held onto the hope of finding love …

even though I was stubbornly avoiding looking for it.

The next morning I searched my nightstand and then the floor surrounding it for the tissue I was sure I had tossed there last night.

I was seriously starting to lose my mind with how little I was sleeping.

I must have just thrown it away when I had gotten up to try to learn more about the original owner of my new favorite shirt.

I sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed my eyes.

I had avoided all men for years now with no problem or regrets and suddenly all of my desires were rushing back to me.

And he was a magic wielder. He was out of my league and I needed to stay away.