Lancelin's P.O.V :
"Y-you're not s-staying...?" She asked, voice breathless, eyes already closing.
I pulled up my pants, buckled up and fixed the few wrinkles in my shirt caused due to fisting of her hands in them.
"No." I answered curtly, running a hand through my black hair to neat it out as much as possible. I hate it when women mess it up. They think it pleases me. I hate it. As much as I hate staying the night with them. I never do.
When I was done adjusting myself, I bent down over her naked body and pulled the sheets over. Then I leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Forget about who you slept with. You had a one night stand with a stranger. You liked it but it wouldn't turn permanent so you sent him away. That's all you'll remember."
One thing I could never do, one line I'd never cross, is that I wouldn't take advantage of a woman. I wouldn't sleep with her and make her forget it. That's the lowest form of humiliation. Of using someone.
This girl, was average looking. Light brown hair, brown eyes and a slightly chubby built. She'd been easy prey. Insecure enough to have fallen for my charm the instant I laid eyes on her.
Now, I strode out of the room without a second glance.
My car was waiting for me right outside the hotel. Martin, my chauffeur, held the door open for me. He knew exactly how long I needed to finish. Was always precise and waiting.
"Where to, Sir?" He asked, fixing his cap over his sandy blonde hair, starting the engine and putting the gear on reverse.
"HQ." I answered, looking out the window at a sleepless New York City. Even at 2.30 in the morning the city was alive and breathing, people crowding the streets.
"What is it?" I asked Martin.
"Sir?" He appeared startled.
"You keep glancing back nervously. What's wrong?" I asked again, never taking my eyes off the energetic, enthusiastic people on the streets. My hunger increased at the sight of them. I wanted to devour their energy. Snuff out the candle of their lives, brighten mine.
"Your brother is waiting." He said just as we pulled into the parking lot of my Office HQ at
My golden eyes snapped to Martin's light blue ones. Held. "What!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, I had orders." His nervousness increased. I knew something was wrong the instant he had opened the door for me.
"The only orders you take, are from me. No one else." I got out and slammed the door shut before he could react and headed inside my office.
Truth was, Martin is one of my most trusted men and he's used to every one of my moods. He'll understand.
I winced and came to a stop a few feet from the elevator. "Acelin."
"Little brother." Acelin came to stand in front of me, blonde hair and blue eyed. It was clear to everyone that we bore no resemblance to each other, each from a different father. I even towered a foot over him. "You're not with anyone?"
"I've had my meal." I sidestepped him and pressed the elevator button. Waited for the doors to open with teeth gritting patience.
"Wha-meal?" Acelin asked, astounded. "Dear God! Have some respect, Lance! They are living, breathing people. Women!"
"Meal is meal. Doesn't matter if you have to eat it or sleep with it." Finally! I stepped into the open elevator, followed by Acelin.
"We're Incubi, not Demons." He said, exasperated.
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The Incubus's SecretaryParanormal
When Sanaya Johnson joined Reefwood Inc. as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she'd be facing the biggest man whore in all history, Lancelin Eustis. She hates him and his whorish ways with all her heart, but the six feet five, s...