Wanna celebrate Christmas with the Devil?
Follow the infamous Devil-boss, Darek Rewera as he takes on a dysfunctional family, a bad Santa, a pushy secretary with the best of intentions and a cute six-year-old who brings out the best in him.
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NOTE: This story is NOT PROFESSIONALLY EDITED. If a few potential grammar or punctuation errors kill you, then do yourself a favor and don't read this. If you're ok with that, then ENJOY! And MERRY CHRISTMAS!
PS: I did not mean for that to sound rude, lol. Constructive criticism is always welcome :)
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Christmas was just around the corner, and the weather outside the panoramic windows of the skyscraper was as stormy as his inner world. Darek hated Christmas with a passion. It was everything he despised. Even from the top-floor office of the Rewera tower, the music and the sounds of the city reached him from the distance. The jolly tunes, making him want to scream.
A soft knock on the door forced his gaze from the swirling snow outside. The double doors swung open, revealing his secretary Cat with a coy smile on red lips.
"Aren't you in the holiday spirit, Boss?" She shook her head at Darek's scowl, making her blonde curls dance over her shoulders as she strode up to the desk. She dropped a stack of folders onto the sleek black surface, and hesitated for a beat before adding, "You can't worm your way out of this."
Darek lifted his gaze, glaring at the woman who held his stare without flinching.
She cocked her head to the side. "Don't give me that look. I'm not scared of you."
"Hmph." Darek tried to remember when she'd gone from hiding behind the couch to challenging him upfront. Not that he was surprised. Cat had stuck with him for over twenty years, and the things she'd seen had been enough to give anyone a heart attack.
"You should be," Darek muttered. He'd never tried to hide what he was, and the first time she'd seen him in his full devil form, she'd fainted.
Cat let out a sharp laugh, pushing a pair of black Gucci glasses up the bridge of her nose. "If you'd wanted to torch me you would have long ago. You like me."
"You wish."
Cat wiggled her eyebrows, letting him know he was dead right. Her secret attraction to him was not a secret at all, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it.
"What do you want?" he finally asked. "If this is one more try to get me to celebrate—"
"Goddammit!" she cried out." Don't be such an ass. I shouldn't have to try. You have a family. Be with them."
Darek scoffed. "A family who hates me."
"Devin doesn't."
"Devin doesn't even know me."
"And whose fault is that?" Cat shot back.
Her words, impulsive but harmless hit him like a punch to the gut. Darek dropped his gaze, hoping she hadn't caught the pain hidden under his steel gaze.
