Chapter 14
Iris
Ihave a little over twenty-four hours left with the monster of my dreams, and I know it won’t be enough. Basil keeps trying to reassure me that opening the portal doesn’t mean he is leaving me, but try as I might, I can’t believe him. I can’t let myself get my hopes up.
God. I never pictured myself as this kind of girl. I’ve been a go-getter since I was a kid. I fought for every bit of success that I have had, and I’ve worked so hard to get my flower shop off the ground—
“Oh no. My shop!” I blurt out, startling Basil and making him slosh soup onto the coffee table.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, clamoring to his feet and closing the distance between us with that super speed of his.
“I have to work tomorrow. There’s no way I can miss two days in a row.”
“That’s not a problem, petal.”
I flick my eyes to his. “It is. It means we’ll have even less time together.”
“Oh,” he responds. The silence between us is deafening. Our remaining time together is now significantly reduced. “What if I came to work with you?”
I blink at him. Surprised he would even suggest such a thing. Even if I did think of it earlier today, I didn’t seriously consider it as a valid option.
“You couldn’t.” I pause. “Could you?”
“I don’t see why not? I’m sure there’s something there I could help with. And I’d love to see where you work. The concept of putting floral arrangements together oddly intrigues me.”
This Boogeyman. He keeps surprising me. How in the hell has my life been so completely rocked by a monster who crawled out from under my bed less than a day ago? How have we gone from monster and captor to lovers to, well, whatever we are now?
I never thought love was something that could develop so quickly, but the more I think about him leaving, the more my heart breaks.
Sure, I barely know him. But do we ever truly know someone?
I mean, how many people have spent years of their lives together only for one to cheat or have a secret family?
I may not know him as well as I would have liked to know any partner of mine before settling down, but what I do know of Basil is beautiful.
Not only is he remarkably good-looking for a monster of the night, but he’s also been gentle, caring, and so quick to ensure that I am okay.
He’s also loyal, evident in his love for his people and need to protect them. Really, what more could I ask for?
I nod. “Okay. Yes. Let’s go to work together,” I respond, immediately trying to decide how I am going to explain him to Vera.
With a plan in place, we settle in for the night.
I introduce him to the shitty reality TV shows that I enjoy, and they enthrall him.
So many questions fly at me about who is in a relationship with whom, and why they are all mad at each other, that my head begins to swim.
When he notices that I am getting a little overwhelmed, he apologizes and comes to snuggle with me on the sofa.
The sweatpants I let him wear do nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants from his two cocks, and as much as I try to ignore the fact that they are poking me in the back, I can’t deny the effect he has on me.
Cuddling leads to foreplay and foreplay leads to another rambunctious round of sex as he fills me in all the best ways. I learn the taste of him as I swallow his release from both of his cocks, and it again confirms that I will never be able to be without my smoky beast.
I may never sleep a full night again, but at this point, I don’t even care. I want to consume as much of him as I can. His name may resemble a subtle herb, but he is the spice in my life that I didn’t know I was missing.