My Sexy Neighbor s Wife is A Demon

I walk through the dark paved streets and hug myself since my hooded jacket is not enough to fight this bone-chilling cold. What was I thinking when I agreed to go out with that idiot Marcos? It was obvious what he wanted from me and I naively let myself be fooled by his beautiful smile. He's the typical cute guy that everyone wants to get and the little squirt, neither stupid nor lazy, takes advantage of the situation to take half the school to bed, nor rather, to the back of his car.

It makes me so angry when I remember that, how could I have been so stupid? Now I find myself walking home alone since the idiot took my wallet with my phone and money.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel someone following me; my heart starts pumping blood faster than usual, my hands are shaking and my breathing is labored. I quicken my pace praying it's just paranoia... Fuck! This is what I get for being a flirt. I really think I'm going to faint at any moment. I run in desperation and a shriek escapes from my throat as I see myself being chased. Why is there no one on the street today?

“Help!” I cry out in desperation and anxious for someone to hear me. This can't be happening to me! I feel tears emanating from my eyes, which I don't bother to wipe away because all my attention and energy is focused on getting out of this situation alive, whole, and with my dignity intact.

I go to scream, however, a cold hand covers my mouth and I feel my body being pulled into the darkness of an alley. Suddenly I find myself trapped by male arms covered in leathercloth and the smell of grapes floods my nostrils. "I need to go to the bathroom," I think to myself as I try to stay conscious, because if I don't poop myself, then I'll pass out.

“Sssshhh…” I hear a whisper above my ears and my skin bristles, “Don't make any kind of noise or movement or we're toast. Those thugs were coming after you”.

I freeze out of inertia and obey the strange owner of the thick, sensual voice. I hope he is my savior and not my executioner. I shudder with fear as I watch three men search the lonely streets as if something or someone is lost to them. I fight back tears and try to calm down, I don't know how much time has passed, but for me, it has been an eternity. The men have been gone for a while now, however, the stranger is still holding me as in the beginning. I move violently so he releases me, when I face him, I am speechless and I think I have stopped breathing for a moment.

The stranger is a boy of about eighteen, with bright yellow hair, or so I think, for the dim light prevents me from appreciating him as I should. His curly hair reaches to his shoulders and makes him look mysterious and unique. His eyes are rare and yellowish, his nose is outlined and his lips are small and full. I don't know if it's because of the low light, but his skin looks too white and pale. He is dressed completely in black and his clothes are leather. He scrutinizes me as if I am an exotic work, I think so. Maybe I've been too excited to be in front of a guy who looks like he's straight out of Twilight or one of those sexy vampire movies.

“Do you have a name?” the pale boy asks without stopping looking at me, an action that is already making me uncomfortable.

“I'm Ester, nice to meet you and thank you for rescuing me,” I extended my hand and I don't know if I've just imagined the small smile that is drawn on his beautiful lips, and that soon disappears.

“It's a pleasure, pretty Paloma (dove in Spanish),” he squeezes my hand mockingly and I frown.

“No, you heard wrong," I correct, "My name is not Paloma, I said Ester. They don't even look alike.”

“It doesn't matter what your name is, I like Paloma," he answers as if it were nothing and I put my hands on my waist indignantly to complain.

“It's not Paloma, it's Ester. I'd appreciate it if you don't use nicknames with me, I don't like it.”

“I'm sorry... Ester,” he snorts to indicate his disagreement, “but you look like a cute and cuddly pigeon and I love those birds,” he invades my personal space, bringing his face too close to my neck. For some strange reason, his yellow gaze terrifies me, there's something about this guy that completely paralyzes me and makes me distrustful. He sniffs my skin and then sketches a mischievous smile as he looks me in the eyes; I don't know, maybe it's the strange situation I'm in, but I feel that his gaze pierces my soul.

“W-What's your name?” I can't believe I stuttered.