Page 2 of My Demon Assistant

"Can I? That's awesome!"

Lux hummed. "Go talk to King Damien, and then call me with an update. I'm excited for Jerry to know everything!"

"Don't tell him."

"Of course not. That's your job. I wonder how he'd react..."

Telling Jerry would come later, though. First, I had to meet him. Since humans couldn't sense a mate bond, I'd have to woo him the human way, which I knew nothing about. So much to learn!

After Lux and I ended our conversation, I jumped up on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs as I tried to gather my thoughts.

By now, quite a few of the demons had found their human mates, and they'd all done it differently. Azazel had been summoned by his, Ryk, Star, and Nico found their mate in their human roommate, and Lux's mate was the dad of the baby he was hired to take care of.

Except Azazel, they'd all had time to get to know their human before sharing the truth with them. That seemed to be the easiest way to go about it, since the emotional bond would keep the human from freaking out when they found out their new partner was a demon. Now, I had a plan of action:

Step one: talk to King Damien.

Step two: (hopefully) move into Lux's old place.

Step three: Figure out a way to get close to Jerry and woo him.

Shouldn't be too hard, right?

Jerry

I sighed as I stepped into the dark house, then closed and locked the door behind me.

Flicking on the lights, I threw my bag on a cabinet, then shrugged out of my jacket, throwing it on the coat stand. I sighed again when it fell limply to the floor, and headed deeper into the house, leaving the coat where it was.

Living alone after living with the same person for more than a decade and a half was...strange.

The house was too quiet, too empty, and I didn't like it.

I didn't want a stranger moving in either, but a part of me wished Kat hadn't moved out. We'd gotten married straight out of high school, too young to realize that while we loved each other, we weren'tin love.

It took until our mid-twenties for us to figure ourselves out, for Kat to realize she was very much into women and exclusively so. Our divorce was amicable. Actually, it was so amicable that we continued living together even after everything was said and done, something that ended up being a problem for all our subsequent partners.

Until Fressia.

Fressia was a stunning, smart woman with light brown eyes, dark skin, and the most vibrant red hair I'd ever seen, and she was head over heels in love with Kat. Their romance was pretty whirlwind since they'd only met a month ago, but I could tell she was it for Kat, so when she said she wanted to move in with her new girlfriend, all I could do was call on Archer and Calux to help us move her stuff.

I was happy for her, and for Archer. They were the people I was closest to in this world, and I was delighted they'd both found people who made them feel loved.

Still, I couldn't quite push away the sliver of envy that dug deeper and deeper into my heart when I watched them being all happy and soft with their partners.

It'd been a long time since I'd been in a relationship, and I missed the cozy comfort that came with having someone in your corner, someone you could depend on. I'd never really found it again after Kat, and I was afraid I never would again.

As if that wasn't enough, my longtime assistant had just put in her notice because she was moving to the other side of the country to be closer to her family.

Carol had been with us since Kat, Archer, and I started our advertising firm. She was our first employee, beginning as a receptionist and PA for all three of us, and then moving on to becoming just my PA as our company grew. After Kat and Archer, she was the person who knew me best, and I wasnotlooking forward to her departure.

All of next week would be about finding a replacement for her, and I was glad I'd have her help in picking the right fit. I didn't think our company would've survived without her support, and there was no one better than her to help pick out her successor.

I fell onto my couch with a groan, rubbing my face against the couch cushion as I removed the band from my ponytail. After rubbing at my scalp to relieve the ache that formed after having my hair tied up all day, I let my arm hang over the side and just lay there for a moment.

Food. I needed food, but I didn't have the will to cook. Cooking for one wasn't fun at all.

Delivery it is. Again, I thought morosely, and still, I didn't move.

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