My boss is a Demon. In some instances you would pray to meet the Devil in Hell instead of coming face to face with him on Earth. The worst part: he's devilishly handsome and insanely charming, so you never see his true and quite frightful intentions...
This Feeling isn't Indigestion, but it Bloody Burns the Same
The next morning before Kongpob woke up, I strapped on my apron and started on a real breakfast. As soon as I started humming, I felt like a true domestic. I'm twenty-four, I'm not supposed to feel domestic! Shrugging off the idea, I finished with breakfast which was and omelet, big enough for the both of us, and a few slices of toasts.
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"Good morning."
I turned around and saw him wearing an expensive looking pair of dress pants and equally expensive looking polo. No one dresses like that on the weekend. Correction: I guess the rich-ass Devil did.
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"Morning. Um, is that what you're going to wear today?"
He looked down at himself for a moment before looking back at me. "Yes. Is there something wrong with it?"
I shrugged and set his coffee down next to his plate. "Well not necessarily, but you'll never be able to keep up with me in something like that." No, I am not a rambunctious little kid that can't sit still, but I do like to have fun.
"Then what do you suggest I wear?"
"Something not so expensive. That looks like it may cause more than what I pay for a suit." Which says a hell of a lot about how cheap I am.
"It isn't that expensive." He responded with a cute, patting his shirt.
I tried not to smirk as I took a bit of my toast. He sounded small when he said that.
"Sorry to tell you this, but what you consider not expensive I think is a fortune. Maybe after breakfast you could try for jeans and just a t-shirt." I've yet to see him in a simple non-designer t-shirt. Except for his pajamas, of course. Those damn silky pajamas...
He said nothing for a while as he continued to eat, until..."How is it that you're so cheap when your father is a lawyer?"
I choked on my food, the question catching me off guard. I hit on my chest and swallowed a few times to try to get the rest of the food go down.
