Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 111

111 Chapter 51

Klara woke up looking forward to her day after such a long time. Her body ached sweetly from last night's activity and her cheeks grew hot as she remembered the details. Oh lord, how could she have behaved that way?

Slowly she turned in bed expecting to find Roshan sleeping next to her but to her surprise and disappointment, he wasn't there.

Sitting up she looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. For some reason, her heart raced and her stomach turned.

"Roshan." She called.

But no one answered.

"Roshan!"

Nothing again. Her heart tightened making it hard for her to breathe. Her eyes stung, tears threatening to run down her cheeks like rivers. She wrapped her arms around herself as if that would take away the pain.

"Roshan." She croaked as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

How did this happen? He had used her and left her. How could he do this to her? Why did she trust him so easily?

She was stupid, a fool and a moron.

??Oh, God!" She cried burying her face in her hands.

"Klara." She heard Roshan's voice through her cry.

Shocked, she looked up. Roshan stood in her room with a concerned look on his face.

Klara got hastily out of bed, holding the sheets around her body with one arm.

"Where have you been?" She asked angrily.

"I was…" He looked down a bit embarrassed. She had never seen him like that before. "I brought flowers." He said raising his hand in which he held a bucked of pink roses. "I wanted to surprise…"

Before he could finish his sentence she threw an apple at him that she grabbed from the basket on the table next to her.

"You idiot!" She screamed as she threw it on him.

Roshan catched it before it hit his face. He stared at her appalled.

Quickly Klara grabbed another fruit from the basket and threw it on him. "Arse!"

He dodged it swiftly, but another one already flew his way. "You fool!" She screamed.

He dodged it again.

Now a pineapple came his way. She was really angry. "Stupid demon!"

Roshan sliced the pineapple with his dagger in the air. Klara stared at him furiously.

Roshan looked around at the wasted fruits on the ground. "Princess, no need to waste food if you don't like roses."

She threw on more fruit at him before turning her back to him as more tears fell down her face. How could he not understand how she felt? He had scared her!

Roshan wrapped his arms around her from behind. She tried to push him away but he held her tightly.

"I am sorry." He spoke against her hair. "I shouldn't have left but I needed some air to not bite you in your sleep. But I am disappointed in you. Do you think so low of me, that I would leave after our first night?"

Klara didn't know what she had been thinking. Why did she imagine the worst? Why did she believe that everyone would leave her?

Roshan turned her around, grabbing her face he made her look at him. "Klara. If you are going to trust me then trust me all the way." He wiped her tears away with his thumb.

She nodded.

"Good. Now I have another surprise for you. " He said.

"What is it?" She asked.

"A surprise." He grinned. God, he knew how to annoy her. "You can look forward to it during the day but I need to leave to prepare it." He explained.

"Now?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Alright." She agreed slightly disappointed.

Leaning down he kissed her in a way that made her fo week in the knees. "I'll see you later." And before she could catch her breath he was gone.

Roshan arrived at his father's home. He should have called it his own home but he had been staying with Irene and Lucifer for so long that this place didn't feel like his home anymore.

"Ramiel!" His father cheered upon his arrival. As usual, his father was surrounded by women and liquor. "Come and join us."

The women observed him and then nodded in appreciation. Roshan was used to it so he just ignored them.

"Father, I need to speak to you."

"Oh," His father took a sip of his whine. "What makes my son concerned?" He asked.

Roshan manipulated the women to leave.

"Ah, it's a woman." His father grinned. "I knew you liked that blonde."

"I don't just like her. She is my mate."

His father put his glass down as his expression turned serious.

"A human? I was expecting…." He waved his hand in which he held his glass of wine. "Nevermind. Congratulations son!"

"Thank you, but I need your help!"

"Finally you ask for my help. What is it?"

"Her brother won't let her marry anyone so...." Roshan began.

"Anyone?!" His father cut off. "Who said you are anyone? You are my son. That is not just anyone."

Roshan wasn't sure if his father was complimenting himself or him.

"You are rich, handsome, powerful, the highest class of demons. What more can he ask for?"

Roshan shook his head. His father was clearly intoxicated.

"Well, telling him that I am the highest class of demons will not help me in any way." Roshan reminded.

"Yes right. Then...what's the problem? Just get inside his head." His father suggested.

"That's why I am here. I don't want to do that."