Angel's Curse

Chapter 4

Vince's POV

I stepped out of the lift thinking what just happened. My mind has been juggling since last night when she kicked me in the balls. That was a first for me and I was immediately intrigued.

I already told Lucas to find her from the footage that we got from the CCTV at the club but I never thought she would find me faster than I could find her.

But when I saw her this morning, she was not what I expected to be. She was not what I want her to be.

I've always had a healthy sexual appetite. I guess most men do. Given that fact, I take any woman that I want, any woman that I see but there are always limits for me. I only take sluts, whores, bitches, only those women who want what I want.

She's right to call me Mr. Demon because I am. I have accepted that and embraced every bit of it. I know that I am a great sinner. I hurt people. I make them suffer. I steal away their happiness and take away their hope.

I am practically what your parents told you to stay away from.

But despite all my sins, I swore to only take sinners like me.

I only play with Demons because I live in hell and Angels don't really go there.

"Mr. Ford, I would like to remind you of your 4 o'clock meeting later." Cherry, my secretary, told me as I walked past by her.

"Call Penelope, now." I said then I headed straight to my office.

I dialed Lucas' number as I sat down on my chair. He picked up as soon as it rang. "She works in the building, I'll give you more info later." I told him then hanged up the phone without giving him a chance to respond.

I move over the mouse of my computer and the screen lit showing the pictures that Lucas sent me from the CCTV footage of the club. There were pictures of her drinking, dancing, partying while wearing that little piece of clothing. The pictures itself shows how seductive she looks that night and the way she watched us, I really thought she wanted it.

I carefully looked into all of the pictures over and over again. Then my door suddenly swung open. "This better be important, Ford." Penelope said as she move towards me.

I moved my sight to her from the screen. "You know, you look hotter when you're angry." Then I smirked. She always had this outrageous sex appeal in her.

Instead of absorbing my compliment, she put her hands on her waist, "What do you want? I'm in the middle of something down there."

"I need a profile of one of your employees."

"My employee? Who?"

"Her." I said then showed her my screen. She moved a little closer having a better look of who I'm talking about.

She furrowed her eyebrow as if she doesn't know who's on the picture. "She looks different in person, she has dark hair, fair skin, not so tall and skinny." I added.

"That's Abby." She confirmed.

"Yeah, Abby Wilson, I need a full profile on her."

"Why?" she confusedly ask.

"Just do as I say." Then I moved back the monitor on my side.

I heard her sighed as I get back on browsing the pictures. "She's a new employee and not from town. She's NOT the woman you want, Ford." She emphasized.