The Man With Golden Hair

As I successfully sneaked out of the estate, it was surprisingly easier than I had anticipated. Who owns such an estate and leaves it unguarded? Well, he's the demon lord; magic itself, I mimicked him while stifling a giggle as I approached the busy main road leading away from the estate.

I flagged down a taxi and told the driver my destination. The middle-aged driver peered at me from the rearview mirror in astonishment, clearly wondering if I was in my right senses. His confused face said it all.

"That's thirty pestos, madam," he finally said, breaking the silence while stepping hard on the accelerator, causing the speed to increase. I nodded in approval, even though I knew fully well I didn't have any money on me. But what else could I do? I needed to get that book before that annoying demon lord read my mind again.

I still couldn't wrap my head around how and when he was able to read my mind. Maybe he only listened to thoughts related to him?

Oh, fuck! This shit is driving me mad! I yelled inwardly and banged my fist against the driver's seat in frustration as I tried to figure out that old hag.

The driver peered at me from the rearview mirror once again, and then glanced at me in confusion, only God knows what he was thinking about me right now. I wonder what he would do if he realized I didn't have any money to pay him. Devour me through the mirror? I popped my eyes widely at him, and immediately he tore his gaze away from me redirecting his focus on the road.

After what seemed like twenty-five minutes, the car halted in the middle of a deserted road. Before me stretched the sprawling field, a riot of colors with flowers and plants in full bloom.

Rora didn't give me fake info; this was truly the place I wanted to be. I flung open the car door and began to hurry away, while the driver began to shout, curse, insult, and yell at me. But I didn't care, it's just thirty pesos. He should be able to let it go.

Ignoring the man's protest, I ran straight to the field, knowing he was too scared to step his foot on that land, according to Rora, the Silverblood Divide was a forbidden place to step on.

After cursing me for a little while, the frustrated taxi driver drove off in anger, but I still kept running.

"Duping people and absconding with their money?" a husky voice snarled before me, bumping into something, I found myself sprawling on the ground.

I was too busy trying to escape the driver's wrath that I didn't notice the presence of the huge and hefty-looking man with golden hair looming before me.

As I rolled on the ground, my gown billowed around me, its luxurious fabric sweeping across the dusty earth. How dare he get in my precious way!

Wait, what? He can't be one of those pack guards in charge of capturing people at the border? Oh, my!

"I'm sorry, sire. I forgot my purse, and I don't know how to explain to him. That's why I did that," I lied confidently, my face etched with pity and remorse, even though I wasn't feeling remorseful at all.

The huge man glared at me from above as if contemplating what he should do with me.

He moved forward a little closer to me, and I fluttered away from the ground, the hem of my dress trailing behind me, as I struggled to push myself upright. With a determined effort, I brushed off the dust that now marred the once immaculate fabric of my gown.

"Why are you here?" he stuttered slowly, and that was when I noticed he stutters. The combination of his tone, stuttering, and giant-like body was so funny, and I quickly covered my mouth with my palm, stifling a hysteria that probably would get me killed.

"I was here earlier today. I lost something important in the fields, and I'm here to pick it up," I exhaled, trying to sound like a pitiful little girl.

"What is that?" he growled softly, but this time, he seemed to appear less scary than he was earlier.

"A book. A novel," I stuttered, mimicking him. I thought he was going to get mad, but instead, he began to laugh like an innocent little child.

"You look like a cute big baby when you laugh," I winked playfully at him, causing his entire face to flush crimson. I can't believe someone like him would blush.

He turned into the fields and began to search, and I was stunned. He's so much nicer than I had thought, judging a book by its cover truly is very bad.

"Play catch with me, and I'll find your book for you," he stuttered while he scrambled along the bushy path, looking around.

"I agree, but firstly, let's search for the book. Regardless of whether we find it or not, I'll still play catch with you," I promised and followed behind him in the fields, looking for my lost book.

After what seemed like an hour of endless searching, I told him to stop and suggested we play catch.

He uprooted a few unfortunate plants with his big, wide hands and rolled them into a medium-sized ball shape.

In the midst of the flowery field, we tossed the ball at each other playfully. It was effortless for him to catch due to his huge physique and large hands.

I watched him laugh and jump around like a little child, and I was so glad I could make someone feel so happy. I don't know him, but I feel like he's one powerful and lonely person who finds joy in the little things.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over us, I realized it was getting late. I should return home before Ethan notices I'm not in the estate.

I dropped the ball and explained to him that I had to go. He seemed sad upon hearing that, but he offered to drive me home with the excuse that he didn't want me duping another taxi.

We hopped into his luxury car, which was parked just down the field, and he drove me home. I allowed him to drop me off at the main road leading to the estate, and without saying farewell, I hurried out of his car and dashed off, praying fervently that I don't get into any trouble with that cute demon tonight.

Upon approaching the estate gate, I noticed that it was still wide open, and happily, I hurried in and sneaked into the castle to my room.

Oh, thank god! I heaved a sigh of relief as I locked the door behind me and dropped onto my soft, comfy bed. I rolled on the bed countless times, contemplating if I should get one of the maids to get me dinner. But I was scared of running into that old hag. I was tired already, and I'd rather starve than spend my night chattering with him.

I recalled my moment with the field guy. We didn't even ask each other's name. Who is he? Why is he not scared of the border? Will I see him again? I pray so.

After many minutes of my mind wandering around I still couldn't sleep, I needed something to help me fall asleep. I scanned the entire room, looking for something to do, and then my eyes fell on the magazine right beside me, staring blankly at me on the bedside table.

I picked it up and began to caress Ethan's face through the cover. The thought of his delicate fingers probing inside me the other time sent waves of electrifying and tingling sensation through my entire body.

I closed my eyes and began to think about him. He's so tempting. I wished he were here right now to torment me in his usual, tantalizing manner.

I clutched the magazine tightly against my chest, imagining he's right here with me, hugging me tightly. I know this is crazy of me, but I bet if you were in my shoes, you would do the same or worse.

I got out of my dress, exposing my braless, tender, succulent medium-sized breasts, and my pink lacy panties, which is already stained with my own fluid.

I slid my hands into my panties while allowing the thought of Ethan to fill my mind again.

"See? I wasn't bluffing when I said you would be needing that magazine tonight. Seems like you're already making the best out of it," a familiar husky voice filled my ear, and I froze when I saw Ethan's tall figure lurking in the dimly lit room.

How on earth did he enter the locked room?