The Handsome Devil

Chapter 72 - Storming

Deya woke up with an intensive headache, her face scrunching in annoyance as she rolled to her side and slowly fluttered her eyes open - just to come face to face with the devil.

Instantly, the flashbacks of previous  evening ran through her mind as she stared into the chilling oceans of his eyes, and her expression slowly went from disbelief to anger at recalling Adrian's roughness.

Why? Just why?

Understandably, her memories were fuzzy since the moment he slammed her head into the floor.

There was the excruciating pain, the sensation of Adrian breathing on her neck as he chased her, and she was somewhat aware that they got interrupted just in time. However, who it was that saved her, or what occurred after that was all lost.

Well, nearly all.

'She had a knife' Adrian's words suddenly rang through her ears, and she instantly looked up to the devil.

Oh, no. Is that what the murderous expression's for?

"Please, let me explain!" She blurted out frantically and hastily rolled to the other side of the bed. "I... It.. It was all lies"

"I swear I had no knife, I-I--" Her eyes were wide in terror as she struggled to put together a single sentence, but the devil saved her from the torment and finally cut her off.

"Shh, it's okay" He assured her calmly and his eyes lazily scanned the room. His room, as she just came to realize.

"I know it was all bullshit" His voice droped so low that Deya struggled to catch the words at first. But she did, and as they hung in the silence that fell upon them, she could feel them drill deeper and deeper into her  mind until her eyes filled with tears.

"What happened?" Max inquired with alarmed expression once he noticed her distress, but she quickly buried her face into a pillow as if it would made him unsee it.

"Baby girl.." She felt the mattress next to her sag under his weight, and it didn't take long before his strong arms pulled her into an embrace. "What's wrong?"

Although she still struggled to catch a breath through her sobs, leaning against his chest and listening to his heartbeat felt strangely soothing.

Thump. Thump.

For a second, it felt as if the sound was the only source of constancy in her life.

"Thank you for trusting me" She spoke in wobbly voice, overpowered by the intimacy of the moment. However, as she buried her face into his shirt and snuggled closer, all the muscles on his body went stiff.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding" He stated carefully and gently pulled away from the embrace, and she found herself longing for the warmth to return.

"I know what happened because I've checked the surveillance" His tone was void of emotions, unlike Deya's expression right after he spoke the words.

"Oh" The pure embarrassment made her feel like crying again, and she didn't only to not seem as pathetic as she felt. "My bad"

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence as they both did their best to avoid each others' gaze.

"The doctor said you might have a mild concussion," The devil tried to change the topic as he stood up and put some distance between them. "So, you're on a bed rest till he says otherwise"

"You called a doctor?" Her eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, and it wasn't just because she had no recollection of his supposed visit.

"No, he was here to check on Cole" The devil clarified, his face turning stone cold."It was just an extra stop"