The Devil's Sweetheart

Andrew's heart leaped up in joy as he stepped out of Devin's house. He has come here to ask about the rumor floating in the office. To his relief, Leena confirmed Reese is not into girls. Leena wanted to play with him for a while by falsifying the truth, but she felt bad for the poor guy this time. He has already suffered from Jasper's wrath, and adding a burden will not help him take the load of stones. She confessed the truth this time.

''Probably, you found another passion for earning money.'' Leena spun around to see the voice owner, and what she did not expect was his sulking face.

''What is it?'' Placing a finger on her lips, she probed curiously.

''Matchmaking services. Broker Leena's matchmaking services. How is the name of your future company?'' Devin asked. Francis, Reese, and next? He wondered who would be the next on her list.

''Marriage Brokers are very sacred people. They try hard to unite two, unlike poles.'' She added. ''And you have very cheap creativity in naming.''

''Nothing can be compared to the doggie style's poop services in your eyes, isn't it?'' In a sarcastic tone, he mocked and led her to the bed. Laying down, Devin pulled her into his arms.

Leena bobbed her head up and down lazily. Lack of sleep to console Reese made her torpid to argue with Devin anymore. ''I want to take a shower, but I am too lazy.'' She pouted, lying on Devin's chest.

''Don't worry, Sweetheart. I will help you.'' Devin offered, and without heeding her response, he lifted and carried her to the bathroom. ''No, Devin..you will mess it up.'' Cried, Leena.

''Don't you like when I mess it up? When I help you shower...'' Devin turned on the shower; water dripped from the showerhead, the sprinkles slowly drenched their bodies. ''Spread your legs for me, Leena.'' It was not a request, a command, yet the gentleness in his voice didnot drop. Willingly, her legs opened for him while his hands worked on their clothes. ''I missed being inside you.'' He uttered, nipping the hollow of Leena's neck, her low, seductive moan fueled his desire. Her wet body, his heart in fire, their heart beat-synced. His only desire was to decorate her body with his warm mouth.

''You are torturing me.''

 ''Don't you like that side of me...''He paused, raising her leg high above, and placed her foot on his shoulder, his gaze focused on her sensual eyes, ready for him. What would be her reaction if he stops here? ''Shall we stop here, sweetheart?'' He teased. ''I am patient_''

''Don't stop, Devin, please..'' Leena began to moan and sunk her nails onto Devin's back when his hands sneakily went inside to tease her wet folds. ''Talk to me...dirty...I love when you tell me all the things you want to do to me.''

''Little vixen..you have turned into a pro in seducing me...'' He grunted, exploring her with his wet hands, his breath rasping murmur. ''Which one you want? Rough sex or dirty talk?'' 

''What if I want both?'' Leena challenged, and in a split second, he went down to her honey pot. Her thoughts too fazed to discern his wolfish thought, slowly emptying her every drop.

....

While the couple had a blissful evening, on the other end, it was a mess. Pacing back and forth in his room, Enger had a hard time dealing with his thoughts. Nash is under tight observation. At least when Devin was in the hospital, Enger had an excuse to meet Leena, but now Devin went home, he feels restless. To his annoyance, Leena has not yet resumed her work in the office. He wished Devin would have died in that assassination attempt. Next time, he will straight away aim for his head.

Enger closed his eyes to catch a wink, but when a girl's smiling face leaped in, a smile brought on his lips. ''When will you come to me, Leena? I hate waiting, but if waiting means being with you, I will wait for you. forever.'' Waiting for her to remove his rotten layers, waiting for her to read his mind, hold his hand, and say Leena is his. Enger wished he had the courage to approach Leena when she was a little girl. By now, she would have been his, not married to that bastard.

His thoughts evaded when he received a call on his private number. No mood to talk, he slid the red button, but the caller continued ringing. Reluctantly, he picked it up. ''What?'' Enger's voice had an edge of irritation. ''I said not to disturb in the evening hours.''

''Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I have important news to deliver to you.'' Enger heard one of his trusted men speak.

''What is it?'' He asked impatiently.

''We have news from Russia.'' The man continued. ''Morvena has just boarded the plane, and she will be landing in New York tomorrow.''

The news crashed Enger like a bombshell. His grip on the phone tightened. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Marja Morvena! Why is she coming to New York? She promised never to step her foot here, and she lived up to her word until today. What's her purpose? She might have come for surgery, there is a possibility, but he cannot take the risk.

''Did you find about her purpose of coming here?'' Enger asked.

''No, sir! Her schedule was tightly packed, but she canceled all the appointments for the whole month at the last minute.''

''Alright, I will take care of it.'' With that, Enger ended the call.

One month! What are you planning, Morvena? Everything is sailing smoothly in his life, and her appearance will lead to disasters if he is not careful. It's time to talk to her. Enger texted Nash's private number.. [To Nash: Morvena is coming to New York. Disguise yourself, and bring her straight to me the moment she lands in New York]