Chapter 17

5.9K 169 9
                                    

Samara smiled at her teacher and said, " Hi mam, I am Samara your new student."

The old woman smiled back at her and said, " I already know your name mam. I am really glad and honoured to be your teacher. "

Samara frowned and said, " You are my teacher, why are you calling me mam? Please call me by my name. "

The teacher looked at Demon, because as per the instructions provided by Jhon she must address Samara as 'mam', even though the teacher was in her fourties and Samara was very younger than her, she was fine to do anything because of the high pay for this job.

She remembered that she was the only one selected out of the thousands of teachers, and she needed money for her husband's treatment.

A bond was signed by her that she will never reveal that she is tutoring Samara to anyone; if she fails to follow the Bond's rules due to any reason, she will be killed along with her husband.

Demon looked at the teacher and nodded, it was the permission to call Samara by her name, and the teacher sighed in relief.

After that, Samara and the teacher sat in Demon's office, initially Samara didn't want to study in his office, sitting in front of him, but Demon didn't allow her to move out of her office.

Demon gave her two options, either she will go back to the island and forget about her studies or she will study in front of him, in his office.

And obviously, Samara opted for the second option.

The teacher was also instructed to know about Samara's favorite stuffs. So, while teaching, she tried to know about Samara as much as possible. But little did Samara knew that Demon was making a list of all her favorite things. His ears were all on Samara's words.

Soon it was lunch time. The teacher was asked to have lunch in the office canteen. Demon asked Jhon to arrange lunch for him and Samara in his office lounge.

Demon and Samara had lunch in his office lounge; Samara was very impressed by the interior of the lounge too.

Her face was like the screen of her heart, and he could see how much she liked this place, so he asked, " Do you like it pumpkin? "

She nodded like a happy child. Demon wanted to say, 'It's all yours' but he stopped himself because he didn't knew how will he explain it to her.

They both had lunch peacefully. After lunch, Demon went back to his work and asked Samara to rest in the lounge. When Demon left her alone in the lounge , Samara had a smile on her face. She was unable to believe that she was so comfortable with Demon, who was once her nightmare.

She fell asleep thinking about him. Demon finished all his work and ordered Jhon to arrange atleast one dozen teacup dogs at the castle before tomorrow morning.

After instructing Jhon he went to the lounge to check up on Samara. When he entered the room, Samara was coming out of the washroom. He looked at her, She looked so cute with her puffy eyes because of sleep, and her curly hairs were reaching her hips, some of them were on her face.

He really wanted to kiss her at the moment but controlled himself thinking that if he didn't control himself, his member will be out of control very soon and said, " Pumpkin, time to go home. "

She nodded positively and started walking towards the door, but Demon held her hands and asked, walking out of the lounge, " You had a good sleep? "

Samara smiled a little and nodded again.

He smiled and they both walk towards the lift.

After reaching home they both had their dinner and went to sleep. Demon knew that Samara was uncomfortable with him sleeping the same room with her and in the same bed, but he knew that he won't be able to sleep anywhere else so he couldn't help it.

He thought that he was already holding himself from eating her up,  and sleeping alone knowing that she was sleeping in the next room was impossible for him.

They both slept. Demon slept holding Samara in his arms. He was sure that he would not be able to have a peaceful sleep in future without holding his Samara.

...........................

Please vote and comment.

Devil's Trapped AngelWhere stories live. Discover now