"You should try to be more...human," I suggested.
Ayden gave me a strange look and sat back like he was comfortable. "Now what is that supposed to mean? I am human by DNA results. I am a human in my blood. Even humans can be bad people. Bloody hell, we are the worst creatures to exist." He put a white stick to his lips, lighting the end of it.
I tilted my head side-to-side. "No, you don't have any humanity. I'm more human than you are, and I'm not even human." I had to repeat to myself that I was no longer part of the living. As much as I wished I still was, I wasn't. I couldn't let these feelings surface.
"Oh, come on, I've done okay these past few weeks." He shrugged. He inhaled some smoke and exhaled a few seconds later.
"You stole a stereo; you completed disrespected the people who gave you life. It's fair to say you need help. I know what we should work on. What happened last night?" I questioned him.
He smirked. "I had amazing sex."
"No, you did something with someone you'll never see again. You let your body speak for you when it should be your mind." I pointed my finger at his head.
"My mind does speak. It says look at that fine woman; reward yourself with a good time."
"Ayden, I'm being serious." I crossed my arms.
"And when are you not being serious? In fact, when are you ever having fun? Do you expect me to be serious? We just aren't the same. You are serious. I am not. There is no balance between us. We're two extreme sides." He kept the burning cigarette between his lips.
I looked at him and cleared my throat. "Ayden, I want to challenge you."
"Challenge me? Well... Go on." He gestured.
"I want to challenge you to see if you can go a whole month without having sex with a single woman. Do you have that kind of control over yourself? Do you think maybe...you could win this challenge?"
"What do I get if I win? I want to propose an idea; I think you should admit defeat and leave me be if I win." He fixed his jacket and spread his arms out along the back of his couch.
"Well, if you win, technically I win. I want you to win. I wouldn't mind such a prize. You would be surprised at what you might discover in life when you direct the focus away from sex and somewhere else." I smiled a bit.
"Alright, I have a better deal. If I win, you have to go to bed with me." His smirk grew into something more cunning.
I didn't know if I should've taken this deal or not. On one hand, it would help him show himself he didn't need sex. On the other hand, I wasn't willing to bet my own body for his amusement. If he did win, he would get to taint me. I wasn't supposed to do anything with a human. That was far from right. I wasn't going to bet on my own virginity for this man. "That's off the table. We need something better."
"You're scared I will win if the prize is you." He stood up. He crushed the rest of his cigarette in the ashtray. "You have to work with me, Angel. What do I get if I win?" He came closer, staring me down.
I couldn't come up with anything that was worth winning for him, but that wouldn't be too harsh for me on my end. He still needed a prize to aim for, or he was not going to take this challenge. Men were competitive and they needed a trophy.
"Angel, I'm waiting for an answer." He tapped his foot impatiently.
"I don't know what else you could want," I whispered.
He lifted both eyebrows in surprise. "What? Did you just say you don't know? You must know everything about me, so how could you not know?" His tone was very condescending towards me.
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Beauty of a Crimson Soul (Book #1)Fantasy
"A dead therapist, how thoughtful." Ayden is the epitome of a stone cold man, only working to benefit himself. After a near death experience, he is sent the one thing he never thought was possible. A guardian angel. She comes to help him turn his l...