MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Murderer

A gleamer found its way to Aziza’s lips at the sound of pride that echoed the office through Damon’s voice. She had never heard him speak with so much pride nor had anyone spoken about her in such a way except for that one time she thought her life could be a fairytale. A life he had forgotten.

Back in her home, she only heard abusive words, curses and mockery. She was the epitome of curse and darkness and her people made no attempt to hide it at all. They found ways to tell her every time, they found ways to tell her anyhow and they always made sure it tore what was left of her heart. Now in the human land, she had always been far from people, never mingling, never showing herself, never bonding and definitely did not have the time to spare when all she had, she dedicated to her demon prince. But compared to the way he spoke to her the previous day, the way he called her death and the way he spoke of what she could do with such a tone, she felt entirely different. The anger in her heart slowly lifted its dark claws and a delightful feeling spread around it.

The entire room went completely still and quiet as the temperature of the room dropped, or so they thought. The fear the red hair had spread eating at their heart and the news about her plaguing their minds. Just as Damon thought, everyone was too scared to upset the woman and she could be very handy when it was time to threaten anyone. Just a mention of her name and they would all cower in anguish and torment brought by the fear of what she could do. That thought made him smile, he liked her, he liked the smell of death, he liked the fear she brought and definitely enjoyed speaking about her that way. He only had to bring it upon himself to call her. Days had passed already and she was still nowhere in sight.

“Did she have to get so f*****g upset?” Damon’s thought growled at him. His heart reminded him of how much he missed her. Nights had come to be a dreadful one, days had come to be scary too, because those gaze that made him feel safe, those eyes that made him feel like he could never be touched were no longer on him.

He shook his head to take away the thought of her and turned his gaze to his assistance. The smile Aziza had on her face instantly disappeared as she lowered her gaze like she had been caught doing something wrong. Damon smirked, not missing that smile he saw. Ignoring his employees and everyone else, he started towards his office without taking his eyes off her and for a moment there, a lot of them breathed out slowly, partly relieved that he was finally leaving.

His gaze on Aziza made her uncomfortable, she knew that he was coming and she could feel that burn on her skin, the burn that signified his powerful gaze. She had never been so uncomfortable before, especially not with him. Maybe it was because of what he had said about her, or maybe it was because it had been a long time, she saw his face. Whatever the case was, she was uncomfortable and truly did not have to pretend to look away from him in timidity anymore because she was truly embarrassed.

He stared at her and stalked towards her till he was standing right beside her. His scent fanned her nostrils and when it got to her lungs along with the breath that she took in, her heart stood still. Not in a dead way, but with an uncannily melodious way. It felt like time stood still with it. The feel of his presence made her raise her gaze as she turned to look at the man who was standing beside her and once again, their eyes met. His brown eyes were so beautiful, like chestnut yet it had magic dancing within it, power radiating from a single gaze and warmth. The strange warmth that pulled at her heart and kept her in a different universe on that day. For a while, they both said nothing, but stared at each other like the world had stood still with them.

But Aziza caught a whispering, it was so light, it was so soft, but she heard it loud and clear.

“Are they together?” was the question that pulled her out of the still world she was. She blinked and quickly averted her gaze from Damon’s. He quickly realised himself and where they were and also pulled away from hers, he turned to his office and placed his hand behind his back.

“Call for a press conference,” he ordered and started towards the door that led to his office. A lot had been going on after the m******e of his red hair and news had been spreading too quickly. He had chased away reporters from publishing and had shut down publishing houses that gave out the wrong information but unlike any other news, this was a scandal, scandal beyond scandal and if it was not tamed, it might ruin him. Deciding that there was no need chasing away reporters and stopping them from publishing news anymore, a press conference seemed to be the best option where he could strategize and answer all their questions once and for all.

“Yes sir,” Aziza said, knowing exactly while he was calling for a press conference and rolling her eyes at the thought. He still cared so much about his company and family name when he had better things to think about, like claiming his throne. Their world was a lot more complicated than anything else and the sooner he started thinking about it, the better.

Just as soon as he had given his order, she picked up the telephone and placed it in her ears.

“And Ivy,” Damon’s voice called out to her and she turned to the direction in which his voice came from. He was right in front of his door with one of his hands on the knob and his eyes on her.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Try to remain within the walls of this building. I would hate to see the reporters tearing you to shreds,” he responded and a sly smile appeared on her lips. Was he trying to protect her from reporters, reporters that she could tear to shreds if she wanted to?

“Okay,” she responded and turned back to the telephone.

“I’m so jealous,” Sloan entered excitedly and she turned to the woman who had stood at the same spot in which she stood.

“Jealous of what?” Aziza retorted and rolled her eyes knowing the exact thing she was talking about. The women all had the same mind, the same way of thinking and also way of doing things.

“You and the president,” she whispered, using the side of her hand to cover the side of her mouth so the others would not hear what she had to say.

“The president, Damon, I would understand. He is a very rich fellow and every living being should be jealous of him. He possesses something no one else can,” she smiled at Sloan.

“But me,”

“Look at you talking about him like he is your fiancée already,” Sloan placed a hand on her waist and pouted and Aziza giggled darkly.

“Well, dear Sloan.” She placed her hand on the desk and leaned in on her, so it could hold her weight.

“I and the CEO would never have that kind of relationship, not now, not ever.”

“Don’t all girls say….”

“Shhhhh,” she interrupted her by placing a finger on her lips. Fortunately, the other end of the line stopped ringing and someone finally picked the call. Sloan had no other option than to go quiet as she made the call to the reporters that would be invited for the press conference. She went ahead to sit down, knowing she had to make the call to a lot more people and Sloan remained standing.

“Go away,” she mouthed, taking the phone away from her ears and covering the other end with her hand.

“You wish,” the annoying woman retorted and she flashed her a glare.

“Vice president,” Damon’s voice came again and all eyes turned to the door of his office as he came out with his head peeking out through it. Aziza just ended the very first call and turned around to see who the vice president was but found no one she didn’t know. She turned back to him, feeling like he had made a mistake when someone tapped on her desk. It was sharp, like a knock, that she had to turn to it and found Sloan smiling down at her.

“Yes, sir,” she responded and turned to Damon, then she started towards him. Aziza’s mouth fell instantly when Sloan walked into the office of Damon as a vice president and she quickly realised the mistake she had made. She would have easily lost her job a few days ago with the way she had treated that woman. She had thought her to be one of the common employees, and never once thought she could be more. She really made a mistake.

“Aziza,” the familiar voice of her uncle Russel came to her head harshly, pulling her away from her thoughts to something more important. But it held no warmth or patience or understanding, it had no teasing tone as it always did but it was sharp, and filled with rage and panic.

“Uncle,” she responded with her inner mind and got up from where she sat.

“Cops are coming for….”

“Ivy Sheridan,” the elevator door beeped and a stoic looking man yelled harshly. He was wearing simple pants and plane shirt. His face was in a hard look and his jaw lines were set, he looked simple but with the cops that followed behind him with guns ready and pointed from one direction or the other, his authority could be felt. He quickly swept his eyes around the office till they fell on her, then a wicked smirk spread to his lips.

“Seize that murderer.”