THE DEVIL’S HEART
The Devil’s Heart – Chapter 14
(Her possessive devil)
©Goodness Okoye
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“Pispa..” he muttered again. “You know I love you, please don’t cheat on me.. please..” he lowered his head as tears attempted to fall from his eyes.
“Here you are little high schooler?” Someone said, sitting beside him. He grabbed the rail of the swing.
August raised his head, he twitched his eyes surprisingly. “Who are you?”
He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, I Just need a little thing from you.. it is an offer for you.”
“What? What offer?” August narrowed his eyes.
“Your father is a druggie and your mother is struggling to cling to life in the hospital? And too you are struggling alone to put food on the table and also foot the bills right?”
August scoffed. “And what has that gotten to do with you? You suddenly know everything about me?”
“You have a girlfriend too?”
August chuckled. “Who the fuck are you?” He stood frustrated. “Are you a stalker?” He added grabbing the man’s collar.
“Hey, take it easy dude.” He loosen out from him, August gave him a suspicious look. “I’m here for business.”
“Fuck you and your business…” August grabbed his bag. “..And don’t try to include my girlfriend in whatever you have in your mind.” With that August angrily walked out.
The man brought out his phone, dialing a number as he sighed.
*
Katie was at the mall, her mind wouldn’t stop thinking about August, if she was too fast she could have grabbed him first.
“But, well.. Pispa is a tiger, she deserved him.” She muttered under breath. “But he’s cool.” Without looking, she brushed off someone’s things down.
And the floor was encased with what she shopped.
“Hey.” A girl yelled beside her. She was actually, scrolling on her phone. But now her eyes felled on her.
Katie stared at her confusingly. “What?”
“Are you so engrossed. Like you don’t know, you bumped into me and literally destroying everything?” The girl said indicating, what she bought that littered the floor.
Katie looked down. “‘m..”
“You are blind, girl.”
“Uh..”
“Shut the gab and next time you walk on the hallways, try to look nice. You look shabby girl.” The girl taunted picking her things as she stormed off.
“What just happened here? Like..” Katie gushed. “She don’t even let me apologize?..” she shrugged, but the girl was out already.
*
Mel and Dulcie was with Leo, they were heading to the computer lesson together.
“I found out everything at workshop was scattered and my system got blinded too.”
“You should ask, Dulcie.” Mel said pressing her phone, nonchalantly.
Dulcie frowned. “For real? I mean she was actually playing games with it.”
“Now I got it. I guess I have to change my passcode.” Leo said.
“No. I mean.. Dulcie, say the truth, like you were the only one, you have access to his system.. you were even trying to take it home.”
“Jeez..” Leo turned towards Dulcie and he casted Mel a dangerous stares while fixing a cute smile at Leo.
“That’s not true.”
“I know.” Leo took out his shoe, Dulcie picked a run while Leo follows behind, Mel laughed.
“You are so bad, Mel.”
AT NIGHT ~10:09pm
Pispa spent all her day in the bathroom, she heard so many footsteps coming into her room but she ain’t opening the bathroom door for any.
Now, may be they all must have gone to sleep, because everywhere looked calm, she tip_toe out, looking around. The clothes he bought for her was still there.
“Craps. If not that I look dirty, I’m not taking these.” She muttered, selecting a pant and a turtles neck. She changed into it heading out of the room.
Pispa wowed when she saw the interior and the exterior of the house, not like it was her first time but… Today She was given change to take a better look on the house.
She stood at the porch, the night breeze was sweeping her hairs making it to slap her cheeks, her eyes overlooking the view of the night. She wasn’t happy—like that wasn’t the kind of life she wanted.
To end up in a Devil’s hand?
Her mind was so engulfed, when she suddenly felt a sweep out of the geound, a hand grabbed her to a corner.
Pispa in the dark hallway, with Corey, his breath hot on her skin. “Come on, Pispa. You know you want me,” he whispered, his hands roaming.
Pispa’s skin crawled. “Get off me, Corey.”
Corey’s grin was arrogant. “Why? You know I’m the best.”
Pispa’s disgust flared. “You’re Hazard’s brother. And way too young. Plus, you’re a flirt. I hate you.”
Corey’s face darkened, his eyes flashing. “You think you’re too good? You were brought here by force, remember?”
Pispa’s anger surged. “Exactly why I know I can do better than you.”
Corey’s grip tightened, his voice low. “You’ll regret rejecting me.”
Pispa shoved him off, her voice icy. “I’m already regretting being in this house.”
Hazard appeared, his eyes blazing. “Corey, what’s going on?”
Corey’s smile returned, innocent. “Nothing, bro.”
Pispa’s gaze locked on Corey, cold. “He’s just a creep.”
Hazard’s expression turned murderous. “Corey, leave. Now.”
Corey stormed off. Pispa’s chest heaved. Hazard approached, concern etched on his face. “Pispa…”
Pispa’s voice was flat. “I want to leave.”
Hazard’s eyes flashed. “Not yet.”
Pispa’s anger simmered… She watched him approached her in a relaxed movement.
That always piss her off. “I hope you sulk all night, because I’m gonna make life hell for you.. I will keep putting you where you don’t want to be.”
Pispa was quite.
“Well.. you follow me to my kitchen tomorrow, you are starting work, immediately…” Hazard said
Pispa chortled. “Funny.”
Hazard’s face was mixed with anger. “Don’t laugh, when I’m serious.” Hazard’s voice was low and commanding. His hand sunk into his pockets. “Dress nicely and don’t look shabby.” With that he left.
Pispa was confused, she watched his retreating figures. “He is now giving me an oder, like he owns me?”
Girl he owns you. Her instinct said.
MORNING ~7am
Pispa and Hazard were already, ready to leave when, Corey ran towards them.
“I’m gonna go with you, Hazard.”
“No.. I don’t. Want a baby at the Kitchen.” Hazard said, grabbing his phones. “You can study your books or flirt at the club.” He added leaving while Pispa followed.
She prayed, Hazard never accept him to go with them.
“Mum left to Grandma’s place and I can’t stay alone.” Corey was fastening his jackets going after him. “Please.. bro, this once.”
Hazard didn’t say anything and he knew exactly, what that mean..?
You can come with me.
DEHAVILLAND KITCHEN.
Hazard called a meeting with his kitchen staff. Pispa stood beside him, unsure what to expect.
Hazard’s voice was authoritative. “Everyone, meet Pispa. She’ll be heading our pastry team.”
The staff exchanged glances. One chef, Marcus, spoke up. “Sir, what about Claire? She’s been leading pastry.”
Hazard’s gaze was firm. “Claire’s moving to R&D. Pispa’s taking over.”
A junior chef whispered, “But she’s… new?”
Hazard’s eyes narrowed. “Pispa’s got talent. I want her vision on our desserts.”
Marcus nodded, intrigued. “Alright. Welcome, Pispa.”
The staff murmured agreement. Pispa’s heart raced – was she ready?
Hazard leaned in. “Show them what you’re capable of.”
Pispa nodded, determination sparking. Time to shine.
Pispa stepped forward, her voice confident. “Thanks, everyone. I’m excited to work with you. Let’s create something fire.”
The staff chuckled, their demeanor shifting. Marcus approached, a hint of curiosity. “What’s your signature dessert?”
Pispa’s eyes lit up. “Pineapple-coconut financier with a hint of lemongrass. Want to try?”
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Bring it on.”
Hazard smiled, approving. “Pispa’s working on a new menu for our next event. Collaborate with her.”
The staff nodded, the tension dissipating. Pispa felt a spark of belonging… almost.
Corey sauntered in, whispering to Pispa, “Congrats, chef. Maybe now you’ll see me.”
Pispa’s gaze turned icy. “Not. Happening.”
Hazard’s eyes narrowed, catching the exchange. His jaw clicked…
Hazard’s gaze lingered on Corey, his expression unreadable. “Corey, need to talk to you.”
Corey’s smirk faltered, his eyes darting to Pispa before following Hazard out.
Marcus leaned in, his voice low. “Pispa, you okay? Corey’s… a handful.”
Pispa’s smile was tight. “I’m good. Just focus on the menu.”
The staff dispersed, buzzing with excitement. Pispa’s mind whirled – this new role was a game-changer.
*
Pispa slammed a tray of macrons onto the counter, her eyes flashing. Hazard leaned against the doorway, watching her, his eyes gleaming. “How’s the cooking in the company, Pispa?”
Pispa’s hands moved mechanically, her anger simmering. “It’s cooking.”
Hazard leaned against the counter, his voice playful. “Just ‘cooking’? No passion?”
Pispa’s eyes flashed. “You took my passion. My family’s bakery. What’s left?”
Hazard’s smile didn’t falter. “I gave you a platform. You’re creating here.”
Pispa’s laugh was sharp. “You took everything. Now you want me to ‘create’?”
Hazard’s gaze locked on hers. “You’re angry. Good. Channel it.”
Pispa slammed a whisk into the bowl. “I’m angry because you’re everywhere. My life, my choices…”
Hazard’s voice dropped low. “You’re here because you’re mine, Pispa.”
Pispa’s eyes blazed. “I’m nobody’s.”
The air crackled. Hazard’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his smile returning. “Dinner. Tonight.”
Pispa’s voice was venom. “No.”
Hazard leaned in, his breath on her ear. “You’ll come.”
Pispa’s anger boiled.
Hazard straightened, his eyes glinting. “Seven PM. Dress nice.”
Pispa’s jaw clenched. “I’ll dress however I want.”
Hazard’s smile was infuriating. “Good. I like it when you fight.”
He turned to leave. Pispa’s voice cut sharp. “Why do you even care?”
Hazard paused, his gaze intense. “Because, Pispa, you’re mine.”
The word hung, making Pispa’s skin crawl. She turned back to her pastry, her hands shaking.
The kitchen was silent, except for the sound of Pispa’s angry chopping. What was she gonna do?
TBC…
