Sin

"Gemma, this is our home, and I'll not have you call me Mr anything in our home," Darren mocked a stern expression.

"Sorry Darren," she chuckled, "is there something in particular you wanted for breakfast, I've just done the usual basics at Patricia's request."

"Perfect," Darren said, flashing a grin, "but I was wondering if you could teach Estielle to use a coffee machine?"

"Oh," Gemma smiled, "has she never used one before?"

"No, she's not really from around here," Darren said, don't ask to elaborate...

"Sure thing then," Gemma smiled, "eat first, then I'll show her the ropes."

Breakfast was better than usual, Gemma put her own personal spin into the meal, adding extra spices and salt where it was needed and the four of them stuffed themselves silly. After they were done eating, Gemma took Estielle to the kitchen to start her lesson, Darren checked the time, realising it was five minutes to 8am, he groaned, Patricia cocked an eye at him.

"I don't have anything for Estielle to wear for work," Darren said, "I'll have to organise a tailor to have her fitted in the office."

"You never had ME fitted for a suit," she growled.

"You never asked," Darren smiled, "Besides, you have a great figure, clothing fits you easily."

Patricia grinned, "you're just jealous."

"I'm surrounded by three beautiful women, one cooks, one keeps me patched up and the other loves me as much as I love her..." Darren gulped, Did I really just use the L word...

Patricia definitely caught it, she stared at him intently for a few moments.

"Just remember to tell HER that occasionally," she whispered.

"Mention word of this conversation, I'll make Gemma my new doctor and keep you in the kitchen," Darren growled.

"Alright, just don't leave a girl hanging," Patricia sighed.

Their conversation was interrupted by Estielle returning, she carried a tray with a single coffee and some biscuits, beaming excitedly, setting the tray in front of Darren, he picked up the mug, giving the brown liquid a sniff, it was sharp, with hints of honey and cinnamon. Darren raised an eyebrow and lifted the cup to his lips, taking a small sip.

"You made this?" he said, looking up at Estielle, his voice catching for a moment as he stared into her eyes.

"Is it OK?" she asked nervously.

"OK? It's better than OK!" Darren said, taking another sip, "this is master class level of coffee!"

Gemma appeared behind Estielle carrying a second tray with three more coffee's on it, handing one to Patricia, she took one and Estielle took the last.

"It's not complicated," Gemma said, "there's a trick to it, and Estielle picked it up pretty quick."

Patricia moaned in delight, "It's so good."

"Thank you," Estielle beamed.

"You might have to make coffee's for everyone while I make breakfast," Gemma chuckled.

Estielle just smiled, she wasn't used to being complimented, it wasn't something angels did... she liked it.

Darren was late arriving in the office, traffic had delayed his limousine's arrival, but soon he was walking through the foyer of the hotel, Estielle looking somewhat out of place, she was wearing jeans and a pink shirt, beside Darren, in his custom tailored suit. The pair drew eyes of all the staff, he could hear quiet whispers.

"Who is she?"

"Why is he with her?"

"She's gorgeous."

"Those eyes!"

Darren grinned, placing a hand on Estielle's waist, pulling her closer to him, he chucked, spotting more than one person's jaw hit the floor.

"They're staring," said Estielle nervously.

"Let them," Darren chuckled, "I've been refusing the advances of young women... And men... In this city for years."

"Why?" Estielle frowned.

"Because they weren't you," Darren said, stepping into an elevator, he turned, kissing her cheek as the door closed, Estielle blushed.

Once they had reached the penthouse, Darren used his swipe card to enter his office space.

"This will be one of your duties, some people don't have swipe cards when they come to see me, you can use this phone," he quickly showed her the button to press,"and tell me who they are and I'll let you know if you should let them in."

"OK." Estielle smiled.

"If they do have a swipe card, ask them to sit down unless I've already told you to bring them into my office, then call me and tell me who is here."

Estielle nodded, taking everything in, Darren had the distinct impression that she was taking this with a soldiers seriousness. He quickly gave her a tour, there was his office, more of a private study, a larger meeting room with a long table and a dozen chairs. He showed her where the kitchen was, with the coffee machine, the same model he had at home, and finally he showed her the spare room he had installed, some days he needed a rest, or even sometimes he stayed late at night, so having a room with a bed and shower was convenient to have.

"Someone will be here in an hour to measure you," Darren said quickly, "they're going to make you some nice suits to match me."

"Don't you like what I'm wearing?" Estielle frowned.

"I love what you're wearing," Darren said quickly, "but in the human world, appearances are everything, and I want you to be taken seriously."

"Am I likely to be attacked at work?" Estielle sounded a little shocked.

"No no, that's not what I meant," Darren scratched his chin, "some of my clients may treat you poorly because of your gender, it will be a lot easier for you to command their respect from a first impression if they see you dressed professionally."

"I don't need their respect," Estielle smiled, "I have yours."

"You're right," Darren grinned, "but I don't want to hurt people for upsetting you."

Estielle raised an eyebrow at him. Not you too... Darren just chuckled.

"How about a coffee then?" Darren smiled.

Estielle smiled then, turning to head to the kitchen, Darren quickly grabbed her from behind, kissing the nape of her neck, making Estielle shudder.

"Thank you," Darren said, kissing her again.

Before Estielle could return, Darren heard the elevator, he quickly walked out, opening the door, he found himself looking at a short, elderly woman wearing a pink cardigan.

"Frances," she said, offering a hand, "I'm here to take a measurement."

"Excellent, you're early," Darren exclaimed, "yes, my assistant needs to be fitted for some day suits."

As if on schedule, Estielle walked into the room with a tray.

"Hello," she said softly, "I have taken the liberty of making you a coffee."

Frances gasped, "My my, what a lovely canvass I have to work with today."

"Please, money is no issue, charge whatever you need to my accounts and take your time, I don't have a meeting until after lunch," Darren smiled.

After a few more praises for Estielle's coffee, much to her delight, Frances moved the three of them into Darren's office, it had good lighting and an open space with privacy.

"You'll have to remove your clothing dear," Frances smiled, "just to your underwear will be fine."

Estielle looked nervous.

"I'm here," Darren said quietly.

She relaxed a little, nodding, turning away, Estielle slowly pulled off her shirt, dropping it on the floor, before quickly undoing her jeans and kicking them off. Darren's eyes went wide, she was wearing the lingerie from when Patricia first bought her clothes, black, covered in lace, it fit her figure perfectly.

"My dear, what happened to you?" said Frances, looking at all her scars, she waked around her, and seeing the scars down her back, she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"It happened before I came here," Estielle said quietly, "Darren has helped me... A lot."

Frances looked sternly at Darren, "a woman of this calibre deserves better, I hope you make her happy."

Darren's eyes darkened, "with every fibre of my being."

Frances seemed satisfied, nodding, before quickly getting to work. She brought several tape measures, and a few suits to try on before pinning them in to change their size. Estielle seemed to enjoy herself, admiring her new look in a mirror by Darren's desk. Frances helped her slip off the clothing, careful not to prick her with the pins.

"That's everything I needed," she said warmly, "I'll put this on priority, you can expect a delivery this afternoon and again tomorrow."

"Thank you Frances," Darren said, bidding her farewell.

He watched just long enough to see the elevator door close, before turning and returning to Estielle, who was staring intently into the mirror.

"Am I ugly?" she asked softly.

"NO!" Darren snapped, "sorry, I... .Where did that come from?"

Estielle turned to face him, "Frances... When she saw my scars, she was shocked."

Darren couldn't help himself, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, her scent filled his nose, losing himself momentarily.

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," he said, kissing her softly.

Estielle started to melt a little but pulled back, "what about my scars?"

"Your scars are part of you, they tell the story of a woman as beautiful as she is powerful," he said softly, "they don't detract from your beauty, if anything they entice me."

Estielle smiled now, "thank you Darren," she said.

"Now... I still have an hour before lunch, and I have a meeting after that," he grinned, "and this is the first time I've seen you in lingerie."

Darren quickly bent, grabbing her legs, just below her buttocks, picking her up in a smooth, effortless movement. Estielle squealed at the sudden movement, but quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, Darren quickly carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He wasted no time lifting her bra over her firm breasts, tweaking her nipple, he kissed her as she gasped, cupping her flesh in his hands, firmly massaging her into bliss, Estielle moaned as Darren broke the kiss.

"We haven't got long," he said slyly, "so we have to make this quick."

Not wasting any time he quickly pulled off his clothes, before bending down between Estielle's legs, hooking a finger under the crotch of her panties, he pulled them aside, admiring her hairless folds, She doesn't have a single hair on her entire body save her head... Shaking his head, ignoring the realisation, he could see droplets of moisture already leaking from her body. Darren ran his tongue up it's length, listening to Estielle squeak at the sudden pleasure, leaning in, he continued exploring her folds with his tongue, exciting her, getting her ready for the intrusion of his fingers. Estielle massaged her breasts, cooing between squeaks of pleasure when she felt Darren latch onto her clitoris, she cried out in bliss, squeezing her nipples until almost painful. Moments later, she felt one, than a second finger enter her, she cried out a second time, Darren didn't release his mouth, but now his fingers were curling upwards, whatever his was doing made her cry out, rolling slightly on the table she couldn't contain herself as waves of pleasure shot through her abdomen, gripping his fingers and preventing him from pulling out, squeaking in delight as he gently released her clitoris and made slow and gentle licks.

She barely had time to recover before Darren was kissing her, she pressed her tongue into his mouth,tasting herself and feeling his tongue wrap around hers. The feeling of his cock sliding up inside her without warning gave her shivers. Her eyes went wide with shock, and immediately cried out in a second orgasm, her muscles squeezing him tightly. Estielle lost herself in the feeling as Darren began sliding himself in and out at a rapid pace, his pubic bone bouncing off her tender clitoris. It was only another minute before she felt the heat rapidly building up inside her again.

"Come with me," she croaked.

"Not yet," Darren said.

Estielle whimpered, but gave in to the overwhelming force of pleasure, grabbing Darren tightly, pulling his body to hers she screamed into his chest. Darren found himself on the verge of his own orgasm, feeling her muscles contract and try to milk him, so he redoubled his efforts, slamming himself into her as hard as he could, watching as she arched her back, eyes rolling back into her head.

"One more," he said, pulling her face to his.

He kissed her hard as he came, Estielle feeling the soft pulses inside her, immediately shot into another orgasm, screaming long and hard, her entire body twitched as the force of her orgasm tore through her body. When she finally went limp, Darren tried to pull away only for Estielle to quickly wrap her legs around his waist.

"Wait," she said quietly.

Darren just smiled, leaning in and kissing her, "what is it?"

"Is... is this just sex?" she asked, "or is this making love?"

There's that fucking word again... "I... Estielle, do you know what love means?" he asked.

"It's a feeling deep inside," she said, "one you can't place, where nothing except the person you love makes sense," she took a deep breath, "It's the realisation that you couldn't imagine a world without this person, and the very idea... hurts..."

Darren just stared into her eyes for a moment, her expression was hopeful, but slowly started to drift towards sadness.

"I love you," he said.

Estielle blinked and started crying, "you do?"

"I do, I love you, from the moment I saw you, I could feel something," he sighed, "something special about you, something I've never felt before."

"I love you too Darren," she cried, "I was so scared when I woke up, but even when I attacked you... you were so kind to me."

Darren laughed, "you're honestly not the first person to hit me with a bedside table."

Estielle burst into tears, laughing at the same time.

"I love you Estielle", Darren said softly, "Let's take an early lunch."

If the hotel staff were staring before, they were blatantly ogling now, stepping out of the elevator, Estielle's face was still red and puffy with emotion, while Darren kept a firm grip on her hand, he mouthed LUNCH at the receptionist who did little more than blink at him. Once outside, Darren lead Estielle on a quick walk to a nearby restaurant, they sold a sort of, high quality pub food and recognised him immediately as he walked in the front door. At least the restaurant weren't obnoxious enough to stare at Estielle, but he was pleasantly surprised when he was lead to a private booth.

"Order whatever you want," smiled Darren, "They already know my order, just... Get something other than pizza, you might find you really like something."

Darren stood, kissing her gently on the lips.

"I'll be right back."

Estielle was a little confused, she didn't recognise half of what was written on the menu, but she was soon approached by a waiter.

"Hello, are you with Mr Nestor?" asked the waiter, flashing a smile.

"Yes... He said he'd be right back and that you knew his order," Estielle smiled.

"Ah... I'll have to double check if we have venison in stock, but in the meantime, what would you like?" The waiter beamed.

"Actually... I... I'm not from around here, I don't know much of what this is", Estielle frowned.

"Would you like a recommendation?"

"Please," Estielle smiled.

"I'll keep it a secret then, Mr Nestor is a priority customer, your meal won't be long."

"Thank you," Estielle said.

A few minutes later the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses.

"Your meals should pair with a sweet red," he said, "hopefully Mr Nestor will be back soon, I don't want his meal gett... Oh, good afternoon Mr Nestor."

"Hello George," Darren said, "How's the wife?"

"Much better thank you, the company that makes her medication was bought out and they dropped the price of her pills," George smiled.

"Well I'm glad things are improving," Darren smiled, "but if you excuse me, I have a beautiful woman waiting for me."

"Yes, of course," George said quickly.

".... What was that?" Estielle asked.

"Oh.... I don't like to brag... but George works two jobs to pay for his wife's medication", Darren sipped his wine, "I looked up her medical history, she was a good candidate for treatment, but they couldn't afford weekly doses and she wasn't getting any better."

"Did you give him money?," asked Estielle.

"No," Darren chuckled, "He'd never accept it, so I bought the Pharmaceutical company that made the medication she was taking, and dropped the price," Darren chuckled, "the meeting after lunch is with the shareholders."

Estielle couldn't help but smile, "Everything I was taught about demons was wrong... wasn't it?"

"Probably not," Darren sighed, "some of us are right bastards."

Estielle was surprised when a bowl was placed in front of her, it was covered in a layer of pastry and had a bone sticking out of it, she looked up seeing Darren eyeing off a large, well seasoned slice of meat surrounded by vegetables. After a moment, Darren caught her eye and seeing her confusion.

"Pull out the bone gently," he said, "then eat it with a fork."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Lamb pot pie," said George reappearing all of a sudden, "my apologies," he said quickly, raising a pair of metal tongs, he gently wiggled the bone free and took it away.

"There you go," smiled Darren.

Estielle cracked through the pastry, finding the inside stuffed with shredded meat, vegetables and a sweet smelling gravy, and taking a bite, her whole face it up.

"It's delicious," she crooned.

"Good, now eat up, I have a meeting after lunch," Darren smiled.

Upon returning, Darren lead Estielle to the elevator.

"Go on up, I have my meeting down here, expect me in an hour, I'd love a coffee," he said quickly.

"I love you," Estielle smiled.

"I love you too," Darren grinned, kissing her gently, "Off you go or I'll be late."

Estielle smiled as she stepped into the elevator, seeing the shocked faces of the hotel staff, she couldn't help but giggle. She pressed the button for the penthouse and stood in silence as it went up to the top floor. The doors opened, and Estielle stepped out and swiped her card, the door opening with a beep.

"Ah, Asmodeus, I've been waiting... who are you?" said a large man dressed in a miss-matched suit.

"I'm Darren's assistant," Estielle smiled, "Darren is in a meeting right now, you are-"

"You..." he growled, "you're that fucking angel!"

CHAPTER TEN

Darren quickly entered the board room, the men and women now looking at him were the leading shareholders for the new pharmaceutical company he had purchased,

"Apologies for my tardiness everyone," he smiled, "I'm sure you all have some questions before we begin on the important stuff, so lets get stuck in."

Darren walked to the head of the table, and sat between a rather large gentleman who smelled of figs and a young woman who simply looked bored. He felt a buzz in his pocket and quickly retrieved his phone, unlocking it, it was an alert.

EVACUATE: FIRE, TOP FLOOR

A moment later the alarm sounded, water firing from the sprinklers, everyone quickly ran out before Darren could comprehend what was happening... ESTIELLE!

Sprinting out of the room, he rushed to the fire escape, he pushed through the mass of people trying to get out, he didn't care, he had to make sure Estielle was safe. After a few floors he couldn't see anyone above him, so he started leaping entire set's of stairs, I have to get her out!... Even with all his strength and speed, it still took him several minutes to reach the penthouse, not wanting to waste time he simply kicked open the locked door, finding himself in the bedroom.

"My soul belongs to Darren!" Estielle was screaming from another room.

Darren tore into the room, Estielle was standing, her shirt torn, exposing her bra, there was blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, her face twisted into a feral snarl, but that's not what caught his attention. She was holding a scythe, but not a physical one, this was made of white light, the edges blurred as it oddly twisted, she spun it around in an arc turning towards the sound of Darren entering the room. Her eyes weren't those gorgeous blue sapphires any more, but glowing white curved ovals, that seemed to lift from her face and hang in the air around her, her pupils were electric blue slashes down the middle. They quickly snapped from Darren, to a figure laying on the floor, clutching at the stump that was his wrist, Darren could see a hand on the ground, holding a small knife.