Most women would have balked at spending five minutes alone with Alastor, let alone three hours. I, however, was not like most women. I would not have built my tiny empire otherwise.
Alastor and I talked about everything from sake (which he knew a surprising amount) to the latest extermination in Hell. And while I knew my maids were a nervous wreck just outside the door, I actually enjoyed spending my time with him.
At the end of the night, Alastor left with the promise to come back later on in the week. I had agreed to be the one to entertain him again.
As I got ready for bed that night, I couldn't help but smile. I had entertained my fair share of men both living and in the afterlife, but it was rare to actually listen and be engaged in a conversation. It was refreshing.
And despite the anxiety attack collectively suffered by my staff, I was actually looking forward to him coming again. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but replay our evening over and over in my mind.
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Where the Cherry Blossoms Bloom | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomanceLife in a Japanese teahouse can become predictable. The same men, the same drinking games, the same geisha, night after night. So when a new guest arrives, your life seemingly begins to bloom, like the petals of a cherry blossom. From the creator of...
