Sleeping With The Devil (sequel to Two Faced Love)

Part 2

Going through all the clothing in the closet and in the dresser that was in your room all you could find were a couple pairs of pants. And by the looks of them they weren't meant to be worn like the dresses.

"Can't have them do one thing like put some pants in here and not pajama pants. Am I going to have to start the trouser movement in hell?" you questioned aloud, laughing to yourself at the absurdity of that statement.

"No, no you aren't actually," a familiar voice said from behind you. You turned around and saw Paul was standing before you, wearing all black from head to toe. Black shirt and dress jacket and pressed dress pants. Completely different then how he was on earth with you.

He was looking at the pile of dresses that you had thrown on the bed trying to find something to wear.

"All of this was their idea. They didn't think you would be into pants, I'll send the message to the royal dresser right away that my maîtresse-en-titre needs other clothing arrangements,"

You narrowed your eyes at the title he used for you.

"Mistress to the king? We aren't in the 13th century. Even if it kind of looks like we are. And I'm not your mistress either. Unless there were things that you conveniently forgot to tell me when I helped you,"

"I've had consorts. Never a wife. Which is where you come in," Paul said as you turned to face him. Arms crossed over your chest. Feeling his eyes work their way up and down your body. That stare was the same stare as before. But it felt different now. Now that you knew that everything that you knew about him before his memory was unblocked could potentially still be a lie.

"Was I a pawn in your plan? To get me? To get me pregnant?" You asked straight away, as you saw shock plastered on his face.

"I'm offended you would even think that. As if being brought down to the level of a ghost demon was my idea. And getting involved with a human on earth was never something I had wanted to do. All my consorts have been demons before this. I'm the devil but I wouldn't be doing any of this of my own mind. In the state of mind with the memories that were created for me. I thought I was. A low-level demon. Pregnancy never crossed my mind because it usually isn't a thing. Except I'm not a lower-level demon at all. You weren't a pawn in anything. You were just a casualty of the situation," he said with sympathy in his eyes as he said that.

"A casualty of the situation? Of what?" you asked, as he sighed.

"It's, complicated,"

"Well I'm here now. You got me down here and I'm half demon so you better start explaining something to me? It's the least you can do from something that is a casualty of your own situation," you said as you turned away, your eyes darting around the room as you were thinking about what it could possibly be, as you shook your head at the simplicity of it.

"Let me guess, King of Hell has enemies down here that wanted to take him out of play to try for the crown themselves. That is what Gene and that other woman were. She wasn't your wife. She was his lover that helped him trap you down in that board game. Of all things a board game though," you shook your head.

"More than that. It was more than them. Had to be to take me down and erase my memories and give me new ones about a fake identity. The board game was a slight joke. Gene was one of my second-in-command. No one liked him, but at the time it didn't matter to me. We would in slow times. Different ones from yours on earth, some similar. Where the board game slight probably came from," Paul mused as he shook his head.

"So what? We are here now surrounded by people that could possibly try and come after you. And now me as well since I'm tied to you?"

"Well, you are my maîtresse-en-titre. You are tied to me because of that and because of," he said, nodding at your stomach.

"Not your officially recognized mistress,"

"Technically speaking that would be the term for what you would be here. Because now I have no need of consorts and everyone would recognize you as officially with me,"

"So what are you saying? If I'm not your mistress? Am I to become queen of hell?" you asked, trying to not laugh at the idiocracy of that statement, as he raised his brow at you. Your eyes were still on him, as you saw him standing over by the bed and then your vision tilted as you felt tightness in your chest as you struggled to breath, feeling your body start to fall as arms caught you before you were able to make contact with the carpeted flooring.