Caught Between My Mate And A Demon

*Fifty shades of Grey. The scene Christian had f*ked and played with his wife as punishment for rolling her eyes at him.* Joel sends the message with a smirk plastered on his face.

Nima was near losing her mind at this moment.

What kind of man is this?

Right now, she’s regretting the fact that she had replied to his message in the first place.

…..

She was resting on her bed with melancholy written all over her expression.

She doesn’t understand why she always felt empty. It was like she had a purpose, but somehow, she couldn’t remember it, making her feel empty.

She tried and tried to remember something, but nothing came.

She only has memories from 3 years ago.

She had read stories and watched movies. She wondered why no one searched for her.

If she lost her memories, she should at least have someone who will claim she’s her family, yet no one has appeared with such a claim.

Emily has just been there. She felt some pull towards her like they’ve always known each other, and she can trust her completely.

Whenever she would ask Emily if she had anyone, Emily would reply that she had no idea.

It was weird. Super weird.

No one showed interest in her.

No one tried to pry into her life, and not even her subscribers showed such curiosity. It is plain business when they exchange emails.

Well, until this nosy guy showed up. He’s alarmingly annoying.

As he promised, she had received a message on her messenger.

*Hello angel, it’s Joel.*

She was stunned to see the name.

Rushing to sit up on her bed, she stared wide-eyed at the name.

Joel?

The guy that emailed her this morning?

God! How did he get her WhatsApp number?

If one was to look at her WhatsApp messenger, they’d raised their eyebrows at her.

There are only 2 contacts, now 3 if Joel’s was included.

Emily, Delivery Guy, and Joel’s number.

Anxiety kicked in, and she bit down on her lower lip.

Emily… she mumbled and became more restless, seeing the stranger typing again.

She wants Emily beside her right now.

*I’m not sorry to intrude on your privacy, angel. I won’t sugarcoat my words because we are both mature adults. I want to corrupt you with my body.*

Huh!

Nima was awestruck. Who on earth approaches people like this?

Dear Lord, He’s typing again.

*Say something angel. If you’re innocent, you won’t look that tempting on screen and dear lord, I could understand how your audience wouldn’t imagine you’re inexperienced.*

What was he saying now?

Nima was getting irritated now, and it managed to overshadow her anxiety.

She decided to defend herself and not let a random stranger flirt with her while also condemning her effort.

Yes, she’s inexperienced, but her channel has impacted numerous relationships.

“Excuse me, Joel. What are you rambling about?”

He’s typing again.

Joel: *I’m saying your experience is based on reading and watching movies. If you’re not a virgin, you must have experienced some shitty sex*

What!

Anger and fear erupted in Nima’s heart.

How dare this man that couldn’t even filter his words!

Why is he being so direct as if he could do whatever he wants?

Nima: *Excuse, you’re being rude. I can’t tolerate this.*

He was typing again, but she had enough already.

Nima: *You know what! This is wasting my time. I should know people like you would be attracted if one is getting popular.*

She tried to sound like some characters would phrase their sentences to individuals they consider jealous of them and wanted to bring them down.

The guy is being spot on, and it’s scary, yet his directness was rude.

She blocked him and panted heavily like she had run a marathon.

She then picked up her phone to call Emily to come home quickly and was shocked to see Joel’s message come in.

What!

She exclaimed out loud and opened the message, wondering if she’s dreaming or something.

*you blocked this contact*

* You unlocked this contact*

Wait, what?

When did I unlock him!!!

Joel: *Angel, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I guess my approach was intrusive.*

Oh! Someone seems to be making sense finally.

Nima thought and just stared at the screen now.

Joel: *I don’t care what your audience thinks and don’t plan to cause trouble for you. I want to have an affair with you.*Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Seriously??

Nima saw that he’s typing again.

Joel: *Maybe I sound like some creep, but believe me, I’m not. I was attracted to you at first glance, and it prompted me to check out your channel out of curiosity.

Baby, the more I realized your experience was fabricated, the more I got hard imagining how much I could make those come naturally for you. I will send you a photo of me now. I’m actually good-looking and loaded.

Young also. You could consider me every woman’s dream, and I wish to be your reality. Only you.*

Nima felt like she’s dreaming at the moment. She has read and could proudly say none of the Male leads are as crazy as this guy.

He is so nosy and disturbingly confident.

Before she knew it, an image was forwarded to her. She hesitated before opening it and then blinked a few times.

Is this him?

No way.

She shook her head. Maybe he’s some creep using a random hot picture to tempt her.

God! Was she tempted?

How could she even use that word at the first glance of his picture?

Light brown eyes.

Impressive height.

He was well chiselled with muscles in all the necessary places.

His face was indeed sweet and innocent, polar opposite his vile intentions.

And how did she know how he possesses a sexy body?

Well, the nosy guy sent a photo of a model-like man wearing a fitted men’s thong. His manhood looked impressive even though it wasn’t hardened. It was well swollen in the thong.

Nima found herself staring intensely, and then she became a creep herself, as she began zooming in on all his features.

She gulped the built-up saliva in her throat and felt her heart beginning to beat loudly against her chest as she recalled her conversation with her friend a day ago.

How she wants a man to do to her, all she teaches.

Wait!

She blinked rapidly as she broke from her stupor.

The annoying man was silent as if giving her time to process what he sent.

Nima could swore she wished to indulge in sexual activities, but aside from fantasizing on Male leading in movies and novels, no man’s picture had made her zoom in or have imaginations.

She was always repelled by something before she thought far, but this guy was different. She wants to keep staring.

Not knowing what came over her, she typed…

Nima: *Is this really you? And why are you so sure my teaching is not from experience?*

The guy chose the bad news first, giving her the shocking moment of her life as he posted the title of each of her videos and exposed the movie, novels, scenes she has imitated her teaching from.

Everything was detailed like he was in her head.

How can a man have all the time for this?