Page 7 of Destined for the Devil
"Exactly. Like an island,” I spat out with disdain. "Left with nothing now. Just by myself. In a stranger's home. No phone, no ID, no clothes. Just a nameless empty island." My eyes fixed on his inked crossed arms, and I clenched my teeth, furious at my own words.
"Not nameless.” His voice was so gentle that I honestly thought it was someone else speaking. I shot my gaze up into his, his eyes full of empathy, and his smile so kind. "Isla," he repeated my name softly. "ID, clothes, everything can be replaced. You have your life. And the cuts will heal."
Easy for him to say. I wish I didn't have my life right now. On top of all the shit that happened in the last few years, I now had absolutely nothing.
That was it. I couldn’t control it this time, and a pitiful sob ripped out of my chest, my tears blurring all vision. God, it felt great to drop my face into my hands and descend into pure agony.
My body was aching, and my soul was ripped apart.
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Mi Casa Es Su Casa
Roman
Iwasn'tsurewhatwas going through my head when I offered to help her wash the blood off. I was supposed to kick her out, but Jesus Christ, how was I just going to throw this angel out onto the street?
She had nothing. She looked so young and so broken. I wasn't used to seeing women like this. I spent time with different women, and I mostly despised them all. But her…she didn’t have a bad bone in her body.
I hoped it was inconspicuous—the way I meticulously studied her body and skin. Her injuries looked brutal, and I could tell she must have been in immense pain, but she hid it well. But when she started bawling like that, standing half-wet and half-naked in my shower, I had no idea what to do.
Fuck. I hated crying women, but seeing her cry in front of me didn't make me angry. It made me want to take her into my arms and cradle her and just never let her go. I would tell her it would all be okay, and I would help her fix everything, and the pain would go away.
Against my better judgement, I reached out and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She flinched at my touch but didn't stop crying or pull away.
Why did she say she was nameless? She had a beautiful name that suited her perfectly. Gorgeous, mysterious, different, original...just like her.
Oh God no, I did it. I pulled her into a hug and pressed her againstmy chest, walking into the wet shower now. Fuck, this felt too good. She was so small and timid. Yeah, okay, I was a big guy, but she felt tiny in my arms. I completely enveloped her. Her whole body shuddered as she pressed against me, quietly sobbing into her hands.
I would have been lying if I said I didn't want to stay like that for all eternity. Full-out fucking lying. Something about her just made me melt inside. Ugh. This wasnotgood.
"Hey, listen...it's okay." I tried to make a sentence. "Life changes quickly. Things will straighten out. I promise, okay? You’ll get your ID back and get new things and a new home." This was my guilt speaking, and I tried to convince myself more than her, since I was the reason she lost everything. "It's just tough to see that right now."
She quieted down and raised her puffy, beautiful eyes at me. Dear Jesus, I almost ran my hand down her face and cupped her cheek. I just wanted her to feel better, and she looked so sad.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me,” she whispered, and that question took me by surprise. WhywasI being so nice? I didn't have an answer.
"You want me to kick you out into the street in your underwear?" I tried to make the question humorous, and it worked; a small angelic smile graced her lips. Oh no, making her smile felt truly amazing. It was a warm feeling that radiated throughout me, and I wanted to do that again and again and forever.
"I guess not,” she admitted quietly. My arm was still around her, like I couldn’t let go.
"You want to take a real shower? And then when you're done, come eat something?"Oh my fucking God, who was I?!Clearly, my brain had melted at some point between last night and now. I had to pull it together. Quickly, I let go of her and stepped back. “I’ll leave some clean clothes on your bed and make you something to eat. Come to the kitchenafter.”
I left her in the shower and went to change. This was becoming too much. I just found out her name five minutes ago, and here I was, hugging her in the shower and feeding her and fucking ready to live with her for the rest of my life. What the actualfuckgot into me?
I needed a fuck, and I needed it fast. I just needed to get it out of my system. I called one of my regular girls—Lisa—who was great at sucking me off, and she picked up right away. I had zero interest in her, but she was pretty and did what I told her, and as I said, she could shove it really far down her throat.
I instructed her to meet me in my office at nine in the evening, and without hesitation, she agreed. I jumped in the shower, and within five minutes, I was already changed and preparing a plate of food for my unexpected visitor, eager to get out of my own house.
Isla appeared in the kitchen wearing the clothes I set out for her. Fuck. There was no denying it now; she looked super fucking cute in my clothes, and I hated myself for thinking that again.
"I have to go, but before I leave, let me bandage your legs, and I'll put something on the cuts.”
"Okay, thanks." Her response was timid as she leaned onto the counter and shut her eyes, her long wet hair falling on her shoulders in waves. Of course, she couldn’t sit down, barely holding herself up. "Can I help with something?" she asked kindly. Oh great. She seemed like a good person too. Fuck my life.
"No, it's okay; it's all done anyway."
I placed a plate of food in front of her and observed how she just stood there and looked down at it. Slowly, she picked up her fork and began eating, still leaning on the counter with one hand.
