My Demon

Nora Lovely has always been unique in her own way, but she's not normal in the slightest. She sees things, and sometimes hears things. She always sees a man in these visions, and she is determined to find out who he is. She soon finds out that the man in her dreams is real, but according to history is long dead. She goes in search of answers, and soon is taken captive inside a house that belonged to this man known as Iron mansion. This house holds mysteries, and the man that owns it can answer all of her questions.
She's walking amongst the Immortal, and some don't take kindly to who she resembles.

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15. Showtime

I awoke the next morning by the sound of arguing, and I opened my eyes to see someone I knew very well. It was my father. Him and Iron were arguing, and I’m thinking it was about me. I wrapped the cover around my body and stood up. “Dad, why are you here?” He turned to me his blue eyes like knives as they looked me over. “No, I should be asking you: Why is he here?” He pointed at Iron who was now leaning against the wall, and I remember the night that we had. I walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around him. I looked up at Iron who was calm in this situation. “Dad, this Iron. He’s my boyfriend.” My father seemed to be calm, but I knew inside he wanted to kill Iron. Iron was standing quietly, but as I looked up a smile spread across his face. 

“How old are you young man,” my father made his way over to us? I moved out of the way grabbing the cover before it could fall. Iron straightened, “I’m 25. May I get your name?” Iron had a thick accent on his voice, and I knew my father picked up on it. He squinted his eyes, “How tall are you, Mr.Iron?” He walked over to me putting his hands on my back, “Go change into some clothes. I packed some for you.” I nodded and made my way out of the room. I stopped close by to hear Iron say, “I’m 6’5. I got my fathers genes." I continued walking until I reached a bathroom, and I went in letting to covers drop to the floor. I looked at the soft skin that were now marked by kiss marks. I ran my fingers across them shivering as they ran across me. “Well, it’s gonna take a week for these to come off.” I cut on the shower pulling the curtain down, and I gazed into the mirror. 

My red hair was a mess, I couldn’t believe my hair was this frizzy. I ran my fingers through my hair. They door started to open, and I picked up the covers putting them in front of my body. Iron walked in, and I relaxed  letting the covers fall to the floor. He smiled looking me up and down, “You’re father wants us to come to a dinner party at the mayors house with him tonight.” I rolled my eyes, “We’re not going, I’m tired of meeting the women he sleeps with.” He stepped inside closing the door behind him. “Well, it’s kinda to late,” He hung his head low. I turned to him slowly, “What did you do Iron!” He jumped as my voice boomed through the room. “I kinda already told him we would come.” 

I hit him on the arm, “What is wrong with you! My father is gonna tear you up. It’s gonna be like a snake and a mouse.” He started to laugh, “I’m sure he will love.” I stepped into the shower letting the hot water take me into a relaxation. “I’ll be in the kitchen, I’m make you some dinner.” I heard the door close, and I stepped further into water. What is death like? Is it peaceful without worries, or is it chaos. I showered quickly, and blowed out my hair. Iron knew what I liked, and his particular taste in clothes was great. I wrapped a robe around me, grabbed the black body suit off the rail. I made my way to the living room even though I had no idea where I was going. I sat the clothes beside his on the couch, and noticed a cute pare of gold and black shoes. 

Iron came into view with two plates in his hand, a smile spread across his face as he entered. He sat the plates on the table in the middle of the floor, and he motioned for me to come and sit. I made my way over to the table sitting just as he did. We ate in silence for most of the dinner, but I finally broke it. “Is Doom taken over today?” He looked up at me, “Yes, he has.” I smiled at him, “When was this?” He started laughing, “When did you get concerned about what Doom has done.” I stuck my tong out, “Well, if he gets hurt, you get hurt. Basically you’re like my children.” I finished my dinner and stood up, “You wish, hot stuff. Get dressed.” I untied the robe, and grabbed the body suit. I slipped into it easily, and I slide my feet into the gold and black heels. 

I looked over to where Iron used to be to see it empty, but then I heard the shower running. I sat down on the couch, and thats when I realized I had left my phone. I laid my head back against the couch, and started playing with little strands. Iron emerged from the bathroom a few minutes after, I must have fallen asleep in between because I didn’t remember him walking past me. He was fully dress, and boy did he look hot. The black suit was marvelous on him, just looking at him made me want him.  “God, you look sexy.” He smiled at me, “Well, you’re not to bad yourself.” I laughed, “I’m sexy baby, I'm ‘not bad’ I’m flawless.” He laughed right after me. He buttoned up the final buttons on his shirt, and he walked up to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him, and he planted a little kiss on my lips. 

“Lets be professional, no flirting in front of your father.” I pulled away making my way to the door, I looked behind me to see him close behind. “Why are you telling me this, it’s you who can’t control yourself?” He pushed me a little, “Hey, I’m irresistible too.”I ran to the car, trying to open the door. I nearly screamed as Irons hands went around me. His lips met my neck, kissing down it then going to my jaw line. “You’re right I can’t control myself,” he kissed my cheek. I tapped his hand, “You’ll have to hold out until the dinner concludes.” I leaned back looking up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me. He pecked me on the lips, and moved to the drivers side of the car. I opened the door, and climbed in buckling my seatbelt. I took a deep breath, It’s showtime. Lets hope the dinner goes smoothly as it seems it will. 

 
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