The sleek black sports car pulled up in front of a towering glass building, the company's logo gleaming in the morning sunshine. The driver, an Ethereal man of dream like beauty stepped down dressed in a blue sleeved top and black pants.
He stole everyone's gaze, like treasure stealing a pirate's heart. He personified the term lust as women drooled and men wished to be him.
He swiftly opened the door, and a pair of long, shapely legs emerged from the vehicle, followed by the striking figure of a beautiful woman with jet-black hair and hazel-green eyes.
"Do you want me to kill her?" He whispered into her ears jerking her in shock. It seemed like he had turned off that devilish personality of his and was back to his usual carefree self. Still it did not curb the fear she had towards him.
"Stop doing that." She frowned at him, he was simply too touchy and space intrusive.
"Sorry," He smiled, "You just smell and look so good." She couldn't tell if he was being flirty or serious, he was narcissistic egoistic, and childish making it impossible to read his moods.
"Anyway, should I kill her? I have invented a lot of slow killing techniques I'm sure you'd love to see," He giggled like a child, "There's flaring, burning, impaling, oh, and my personal favorite..."
"you really are the devil huh?," She glared adorably at him still breaking out a smile, despite his annoying, loud personality, and that scary side of him she just witnessed, he was actually quite....fun.
"You can't kill her, at least not yet, we need to find out everything she knows and everyone involved," She dismissed his ridiculous ideas. "She seems to want the company for herself, but I have a feeling there's more to it."
"Ooh so we're investigating?, so freaking cool. I have always wanted to investigate crime." He giggled excitedly, "It gets boring always punishing the crime. Now I get to be batman."
Jasmine sighed, "Do you really have to follow me to work?,"
"Of course, I need to keep us, Ahem! I mean you safe at all times," He smiled, "I'm your Guardian angel remember?,"
"Welcome ma'am, we weren't expecting you today. Miss Ciara told us you weren't feeling too well after work last night." A middle-aged man walked up to her offering a warm smile.
"She did huh?" Jasmine chuckled, that fucking bitch, she thought "It was just a slight headache, I'm feeling much better now." She smiled before walking away with Azael trailing behind all the while stealing gazes and glances from everyone.
"Who is that?," One of the female workers gossiped lusting over him.
"Do you think he's Miss Jasmine's boyfriend?," Another voiced.
"My goodness, he's one hell of a hottie,"
"God he's to die for,"
"Shit if he could put just the tip, is that too much to ask?," A girl muttered in a dream-like state.
Despite being in line to become the next CEO of the company, everyone was drawn to the beautiful man walking next to her.
"Is Ciara in her office?," She asked Ciara's secretary whose gaze was fixed on Azael's.
"Yes ma'am, I'd let her know you are here." she flushed when Azael winked at her.
"No that will be fine thank you. I will see myself in." she said opening the doors and Azael followed behind. The secretary sneakily sneaked a note after putting down her phone number and into Azael's pocket and making the call me gesture at him.
Stepping into the office, Jasmine found Ciara facing the window staring at the city view.
"Loving the view?" Jasmine snapped her from her thoughts.
Slowly like a turtle Ciara turned her gaze recognizing the voice. No...it couldnt be Jasmine. she had been stabbed like what?, six? Seven? Eight times?, there was no way she was making it alive.
She gasped and covered her mouth it shock finding Jasmine standing behind her.
Ciara darted her gaze over to the figure standing next to her, he possessed striking beauty that swept her off her feet. Subconsciously she began to twirl her hair and become more conscious of how presentable she looked.
Still it was strange, she had never seen anyone possessing white hair before, was his hair a result of albinism?
Jasmine walked over in long strides and slapped Ciara hard across the cheeks, "You bitch! you fucking slapped me!" Ciara sent a hard threatening glare at Jasmine, luckily there wasn't anyone around to witness the assault.
"I should press for an assault charge you Low life bitch!" She threatened Jasmine who broke out a hysterical laughter.
"And I should sue you for attempted murder you dumb busty cunt!" Jasmine retorted, "You're such a coward, attacking me from behind while I took a walk."
"Attack?, attempted murder?, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about." Ciara feigned innocence. At first, after seeing that Jasmine was alive she was consumed with utter fear. She had assumed Jasmine had come to press charges against her.
But seeing her up close there was no cut, or injury, there wasn't even any sign Jasmine was in pain. She didn't know how it was possible nor didn't care to know. All that mattered was the police would never believe the attack and she could always try again.
"Can you mind control her into spilling the whole truth to the cops?" She turned to Azael who had an entertaining smirk on his face loving their exchanges.
"Sorry darling, but I can't force humans against their will." Azael said shaking his head while Ciara wore a puzzled look, what the hell did Jasmine mean mind control?
Jasmine realising it wouldn't work, devised a crafty method to extract some information from her cousin, "Fine, I guess I'd have to show the cops the scar on my stomach."
Azael immediately understood what Ciara was saying. With a quick gesture, he made scars appear on her stomach as she lifted her shirt. Ciara was shocked and gasped at the sight. It was true, Jasmine had been stabbed but had somehow survived.
If Jasmine showed those scars to the police, she would be investigated or worse even arrested.
"What's wrong? Can't talk?" Jasmine looked angrily at Ciara, who started shaking. It was all Cara's fault she was in this shitty situation with the devil in the first place. She didn't feel anything but hatred for her cousin.
"It... it wasn't my fault. I... I didn't want to do it. It was my mother. She was so into Mr. Fin's offer to buy our company that she forced me to do it. Please... please, I don't want to go to prison."
Jasmine remained silent for a while. She already had this suspicion. In that moment she regretted the fact that she didn't even think of secretly recording this conversation. Azael however, already thought of this as he began clapping his hands prompting both ladies to advert their gaze to him.
"Splendid! magnificent! truly heart touching. Betrayal amongst family is never pleasant to witness." He said, clicking his tongue and striding over to Ciara, "It's a good thing I have your confession on record." He said dangling a phone.
"NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T! PLEASE DELETE IT!" She tried snatching it away from Azael but he was too fast, like magic the phone had disappeared from his hold.
"What did you do?, where...where is the phone?, where is the fucking phone?" She said trembling in fear.
"Relax blondie nobody needs to know If you do as I say, it'd be our dirty little secret." He said whispering into her ears while Jasmine remained silent enjoying the show.
"What....what do you need me to do?" She asked tearing up.
"Good girl, already eager to save your own ass. We'd have so much fun in hell." He chuckled while Ciara stared confused at him, "All you need to do is find a way to implicate your mother. It'd be best if you find a way to record her confession like I did yours."
"But she's my mother..I can't betray my own mother." She tried to plead, "Please anything else, anything at all..." She said running her fingers over his chest.
"We'd have enough time to fuck eachother brains out in hell. I'm in no rush." Again she was confused by his words. "This isn't a negotiation. You can either do it or spend the rest of your life in jail. your choice Ciara, but choose wisely."
Ciara glanced over at Jasmine who had a grin on her face. She could tell the bitch was enjoying the whole show. She bit her tongue and swallowed her pride realising there wasn't anyway out of this.
"F-fine I'll do it." She muttered inaudibly.
"Huh?, sorry what was that?, I couldn't hear you." Azael lowered his head.
"I SAID FINE, I'll fucking do it." She cursed under her breath.
"That's a good girl, now, get to work." He winked and she immediately scurried away from the scene sobbing.
"Thank you." Jasmine said with a smile and Azael playfully took a pose with two fingers making the peace.
"I told you Jasmine, this devil is here to serve."