The rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains into Jasmine's face waking her from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open still hazy and dizzy.
"Rise and shine sleepyhead." She heard the voice of a man stepping out to the shower. It was a breathtaking erotic sight as droplets of water trickled down his muscular chest through his sculpted abs into....shit he had a towel.
He paused for a moment, a smoldering look on his handsome face as he met her gaze through his bright blue eyes and he purred in delight at her reactions. He loved nothing more than seducing women. Jasmine looked so innocent, like a sheep lost in a the world of wolves. He couldn't deny it, he was interested to see how it all played out.
"You can do more than just watch beautiful." He smirked slipping into his pants while his upper body was still left exposed.
His words snapped Jasmine back to reality as the events of last night came flooding back to her memory. Ciara assassination attempt, the handsome mysterious stranger, and the 365 day contract with the freaking devil.
"You have got to be shitting me!" she cursed at her bad luck, "How do you even know where I live?, and why are you in my room?" She asked recognizing the room. It was hers. She had suddenly collapsed after signing the contract, and the events after that were blurry.
She quickly checked her body for her wounds but found none...Had the devil healed her fatal wounds?
"I can do anything, sweetheart," He winked playfully, crawling to into the bed. she felt intrigued and amazed by his casual and rather childish personality.
Was he truly the devil she had read about in books?, wasn't the devil supposed to be a horrifying and terrifying creature with horns?
"And besides, I only gave you a life extension, not immortality, you can still be killed. If you are killed, I won't be able to renew the contract, so I'll need to be with you at all times, like a guardian angel."
"Guardian angel?, more like a grim reaper waiting to claim my soul." she thought to herself.
"Umm..Do you mind putting on some clothes?" She found herself biting her lips, her gaze unconsciously drawn to his well-defined abs.
"...six, Seven, freaking eight!" Was there anything imperfect about this devilishly handsome man?
"And deny you all of this, Jasmine?" He teased, running his thumb over his sculpted abs as his left hand slowly glided over her legs, inching closer to the middle of her thighs. His unexpected touch made her Jerk in surprise.
"Huh? You are a virgin? you were going to die without getting a pole in the hole?" He asked while Jasmine's eyes bulged in shock, how the hell did he know?, "Well it certainly explains the look but won't touch thing you've got going here, most women would be wetting their pants by now and riding me like a bull."
"Not every woman is going to be attracted to you," She said, adding the last bit in her thoughts "certainly not with that narcissistic personality of yours." She scoffed to her side to hide her red as a tomato cheeks.
"Is this how you treat your saviors? I guess it makes sense why that blondie last night tried to kill you." He teased wickedly reading her thoughts.
"What do you get out of the contract?," She inquired. The true nature of the devil was to deceive and take, he never gave if he wasn't going to receive. It made her wonder what he planned to take or get in return.
"Time on Earth." he replied, his smile stretching gorgeously in his face. He plucked a loose strand of hair from her cheek, his eyes holding hers the entire time.
Is he always this intimate? She thought, flushing red, making her heart stutter in her chest.
"Without making contracts with humans, I'd end up back in hell, and girl let me tell you, Hell is a big, boring, suffocating prison. The nagging, screaming, and battles with the other devils are unbearable. The world of the living is infinitely better, offering limitless pleasures. By signing contracts, I can continue to tie my existence with humans for a limited period of a year."
"Devils?, I thought there was only one devil, Lucifer?," She asked assuming he was Lucifer.
"Not quite. Technically every fallen angel can be classified as the devil, however, seven of us who embody man's greatest sin are the most powerful of all the fallen angels and rule over hell. Lucifer, the sin of pride is one of the rulers, my humble self included of course."
"And what sin do you embody?" Jasmine asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"The sin of Lust, Asmodeus, but you can call me Azael." Well that certainly explained his divine beauty, the devil was a walking sexual temptation.
"Jasmine, you're back!" A middle aged lady suddenly interrupted their conversation, barging into the room. She paused sighting the gorgeous man resting casually on Jasmine's bed.
"When did you get back? I didn't see your car parked outside." She tried to ignore him, even though it was damn impossible not to steal glances.
This was the first time she had seen a man in Jasmine's room. After all, the woman she had known and raised since childhood had rarely ever been interested in men and relationships, preferring to bury herself in work instead.
"Umm we walked here Lydia." She replied with a smile. The middle-aged woman had been her nanny as a child and became her guardian after her mother had died and she began living with her father.
"You had me worried, I tried calling you countless times,"
"She was with me the whole night." Azael chimed in. Jasmine pinched him hard on the arm while laughing sheepishly at Lydia who wore a look of shock.
"It isn't what you think," She laughed adorably.
"It is exactly what you think," Azael teased, "I'm surprised you didn't hear our loud moans all night as we mingled under the sheets and had our beautiful innocent Jasmine's leg shivering all nig..."
"Ahem! he's a little mischievous devil," Jasmine said shutting his mouth with her tiny fingers, "Thanks for your concern but I'm fine Lydia."
"Umm..." Lydia stared at Azael with a questionable look.
"He's a friend who visited the States for a vacation." She felt Azael licking her fingers with his tongue and quickly released her grip on his lips even though deep down, the thought of Azael licking some other part of her crossed her mind.
"Focus Jasmine, he's the devil, you cannot sleep with the Devil." Jasmine had a past that haunted her. She had committed a sin that should never be forgiven but sleeping with the devil, had to be the greatest sin of all.
"I must say, you look stunning for a woman in her fifties." He exclaimed with a wow expression, rising from the bed to approach Lydia.
"You know it's as they say, the older the better." He whispered running his hands over her cheeks locking gaze with her blue eyes. Like a woman possessed by the demon of Lust, she unconsciously leaned forward ready to kiss Azael when Jasmine broke her trance.
"Lydia!"
"Hmm, yes?, what?, yes, I mean yes?," She shook off the thought painfully tearing her gaze away from the sexual feast Azael.
"I'm starving, please can you prepare some breakfast Lydia, I'll be leaving for work in an hour,"
"Yes, yes of course," She stuttered before dashing out of the room.
"She's off limit," Jasmine stated making the most intimidating look she could, "I won't let you hurt her."
"you're so adorable Jasmine." He pinched her cheeks, "Like a lost puppy. I'm harmless Jasmine," He laughed swaying his hips seductively towards her, "I'm just a peaceful traveller observing everything life has to offer.,"
"Anyway, shouldn't you get a little more rest, you have been through a traumatic experience," He said sitting next to her.
"365 days remember?, I have to find my killer, I don't have the time to rest, I'll have enough of that when I'm dead."