Page 14 of Ruined By a Devil

CHAPTER SIX

Jade

“Wake up.” The now familiar voice snaps me from my sleep. I completely passed out and I don’t remember having a single dream during the entire night.

“No…” I protest, turning my back to the brightness coming from outside after Malachi pulls the dark curtains to the side.

“You need to decide about my offer.”

“What a way to ruin one’s morning,” I roll my eyes, taking the duvet off me and sitting up, my eyes still struggling to adjust to the lighting.

“Good morning to you too.” He’s standing next to the window, leaning on the wooden dresser. “I see you rested well.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I roll my eyes, stretching.

The truth is, Malachi isn’t the worst sight to wake up to. He’s already dressed and showered, his hair neat and a cloud of sandalwood following him around. For a brief moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like if I say yes to his proposal and we got married. But then I remember it would be a fake marriage and I would have to live with this insufferable heat every time he’s anywhere near me.

Sounds like hell.

When I glance up at him, I notice his gaze fall to my bare legs for a second too long. I force myself not to read too much into it, but my heartbeat seems to have moved between my legs and I suddenly find it difficult to sit still.

“Breakfast is ready,” his eyes meet mine, forcing me to look away, scared that he might notice something on my face.

“You cook?” I raise my eyebrow in surprise.

“I manage.” He turns his back to me, heading to the door, before adding. “I got you some clothes, they’re in the second bathroom with the skincare you asked for.”

He is just full of surprises.

I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’m still asleep and dreaming.

“I’ll take a shower and come downstairs.”

“Ugh,” I frown when I see the small table set and a cup of coffee next to both plates.

“What?” He lifts his head after putting the last waffle on a serving plate and carries it to the table, placing it in the middle.

I notice his eyes linger on my oversized shirt and skinny jeans. Not that I would ever admit it to him, but I love the jeans he bought for me. I have no idea how he knew what size to get, but I won’t question it. After everything that happened last night, I’ll take it.

“I actually only drink medium roast coffee with vanilla creamer and syrup,” I sit down, placing a waffle on my plate.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re difficult?”

“Yeah,” I grin. “Plenty of people. This is delicious!” I say, chewing on my food.

“The best I can do is normal creamer and sugar.” He returns with my new cup of coffee and places it on the table in front of me before circling to the other side of the table and sitting down. I watch him elegantly take a fork and a knife and start cutting the waffle. He’s agonizingly good at everything he does.

“Now,” he starts, “we can establish the rules for the marriage.”

“I don’t remember saying yes,” I stop chewing, my eyes meeting his.

“You will,” he says, finishing his food.

“If we were to get fake married,” I begin. “I won’t share a bedroom with you.”

“We already discussed that. Done deal,” Malachi pours a glass of water for himself. “I prefer having my own space.”

“No interference in each other’s private lives, either,” I continue. “I don’t care what you do with your life and you have no say about what I do in mine.”