Deimos is his name, but I'd rather call him the Devil, because of how much he resembles Satan. Arrogant, rude, and insanely hot. The Devil was the perfect name for this man. Ignoring his hand, I nod at him in acknowledgment. "Mr. Themis, nice to finally meet you." I give him the coldest smile I can muster then turn to sit down in the empty chair. He just stands there, dragging the hand I denied to shake through his inky black locks, and following my every movement. "The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Vulcan." Hearing him direct his voice to me makes me visibly shiver, which I'm sure he noticed. His sharp jaw clenches as he watches me, his head tilted to an angle. He was pissed, and he had never looked hotter. This dinner was going to be loads of fucking fun.

Moira King had been cheated on, stabbed in the back, and broken beyond repair --be it her father, her best friend, or her boyfriend; she's had enough. So, with that in mind, she gave up on the idea of finding love and opted to become a mother through sperm donation. That way, she could have a child, sans having to possibly bear another heartbreak. With the baby on the way, her life went uphill. Until one day. ---------------------------------- WARNING: the majority of this story is unedited and there are a lot of plot holes. This was the first book I ever wrote at 15 years old, and I don't agree with the majority of its contents anymore, so expect the worst. In fact, please don't even read it ✨ Cover: beingellie

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.