Obviously the real Klaus

Karina

I've never had such crazy talk in my entire life. What the fuck is being "mated"? Female dispute? And why is this guy's costume pretending to be Klaus Dark Elf so good?!
Obviously the real Klaus would never come here to hire me as his fake girlfriend. That's simply not an option when a guy has a huge group of women from around the world wanting to kiss his feet.
— How can I submit if I don't even know you? — I whisper, wanting
I actually know how I'm going to get out of this place and this mess I've gotten myself into.
He said if I ran it would be worse, and I believe that, because his eyes glowed a very convincing yellow when he said that. In fact, this whole guy seems too real, however, I don't want to believe what I'm seeing.
Especially since there's a FUCKING VOLUME in this man's pants, which could mean that all this shit turns him on and I'm in a room with a pervert.
— You will submit, because you know you want to… — Your words
They carry the same arrogance with which they have been behaving, and yet, there is something about them that catches my attention. I guess it's how my body responds to it, with a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. — Now come here and prove that you are good enough for what I want you to do.
I want to scream in fear and hatred at the same time! Fear of him and hate of me, for having come here.
— This is all crazy, I’m not going to obey you — I shake my head and His eyes glow yellow again, only this time it reminds me of another detail. The yellow button the receptionist said!
I look at the head of the bed for the object and immediately notice the button, which must be the size of a coin, protruding from the side of the furniture he is sitting on.
“Come here,” he says, and this time his voice sounds like a soft purr, thick…sexy. This whole situation must really be affecting my judgment!
He wets his lower lip and I can hardly believe my eyes, because that is definitely not a human tongue! It is pointy and longer. However, since it's so fast, I can't be sure.
Ok, I think it's time to accept that this could be “the” Klaus Dark Elf, the multimillionaire and extremely dangerous being, since Persian elves are much stronger than humans. So I need to find a way to get to the button soon, the panic and shock will wait for later.
— O-okay, I'm coming — I say, forcing my feet to move.
That's not the direction I'd like to go, but rather the door, but I have no other option, and the worst thing is that as soon as I'm close enough to the button, his big hand grabs me firmly around the waist and I just lose my breath.
His touch is so hot, it goes through my clothes and bathes my skin with practically electrical discharges of tension. And if he says my smell is sweet and pleasant, I don't even know what to say about his smell. Klaus smells so good I can't even explain it, because of course, he's not human.
It has the earthy aroma that I smelled in his family's mansion, the mint and something else, that is warm and just his, that leaves me soft and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Again the man's tongue wets his lower lip and now I'm close enough to see that like mine, his tongue is pink, but instead of the rounded shape, his is more pointed and perhaps more malleable.
My legs shake and it's as if there's something wrong inside me, as if my body no longer knows how to function on its own. My knees want to give way, which would make me fall on top of him, who is still sitting on the bed and yet is still taller than me.
— Female… — the word comes out distorted, so animalistic. - No dare to get wet now.
I barely pay attention to his sentence, because I notice another strange smell, something metallic, and I realize that his free hand is all bloody, which causes me a mix of strange sensations.
“You're hurt,” I murmur, worried, but my attention shifts away from me.
It loses its palms and becomes stuck to its dark horns, which must be about 10 or 15 centimeters long and appear to have a rough texture.
That's exactly something a demon would have in mind, right?
Pointy, slightly twisted horns?
Damn, I'm so fucked up alone in the same room as this guy!
— Ignore that — he warns, sharply, but suddenly his head snaps.
He lowers himself, and as if this situation couldn't get any stranger, his face, which looks more like an oil painting, sticks to the front of my skirt, right above where my private area is. — You smell even better here.
I swear I don't even have a reaction, I stay there, paralyzed and lost. My intimacy begins to pulse, as if my heartbeat had changed place. The pressure of his nose against my mound of venus and the light growl that comes from his throat is surreal.
—W-What are you doing? — I whisper, desperate, and I notice his hand black and bloody coming at me. Will he hurt me?! Will he tear me apart with those pointy nails?! I don't know!
All I know is that being so desperate gives me the advantage of moving without thinking twice, getting out of his grip and putting my hand next to the headboard, which isn't too far from where we are.
The small “click” of the button suddenly seems too loud.
- What did you do? — he asks very quietly, which leaves me with more fear.
— I-I pressed the button to call the police, they will be here in no time.
a few minutes — I warn, not even knowing if they'll be able to get here so quickly. — If you don't let me go, the police will arrest you.
— The police can't arrest me, female — he denies, in a tone of mockery and superiority. —But you'd better go now, before the males arrive. I will contact you tomorrow so that you can sign our agreement — he says, through his teeth.
What do you mean he suddenly changed his mind? Is this some kind of trick?
— I'm not going to sign any agreement.
— Don't argue with me now and get out of the damn room, for your sake. security! — She exclaims, her face turning red with anger.
He doesn't need to speak again. Even with my legs wobbling and my privates feeling strangely sensitive, I manage to put one foot in front of the other and without even realizing it, I'm practically running to the elevator.


***

I don't know how, but I get home, and even without saying a word, as soon as Oliver looks at me she knows that something is very wrong besides my story of “the bus broke down in the middle of the street and I had to walk the rest of the way.”
— But why are you at home in the middle of the afternoon and looking like that? Who saw a ghost? — Place the paint-soaked brush on the support and turn your entire body towards me.
— I… I… got released early from work.
— Dismissed from work early? — He arches an eyebrow and almost He makes a hole in my head with his piercing green eyes. Olly's straight red hair is tied haphazardly to the top of his head and his cheeks are stained with paint. — Sit here, have a glass of water before you explode and tell me exactly what happened.
I bite my lower lip thinking for a few seconds how I can tell everything that happened to me this afternoon without getting a good slap from my best friend, who wears her usual red apron and chose to paint in the middle of the living room today, and not in the your studio.
— I don't know if it's a good idea to tell you... — I murmur and go to the kitchen, get that glass of water, which will really be of great help now. Olly follows me to the filter, crosses his arms in front of his chest and starts tapping his right foot on the floor impatiently, giving me no other choice. She knows it makes me nervous. — Okay, I'll tell you. But if you freak out, it's your fault, not mine!
— This way I'm going to have a heart attack without knowing what to imagine — He complains and I decide that if I try to keep this secret to myself, I will never be able to sleep again.
So I tell you, detail by detail, minute by minute of the madness I got myself into. From the Dark Elf mansion and the fifteen thousand, to when I left a luxurious hotel room after an unknown guy complimented my smell and even put his face against my skirt. This without ever having seen me in your life before!
By the end, Oliver is looking at me like I'm Klaus Dark Elf himself, I'm so scared.
— Are you telling me that a Persian elf called you to you?
be his luxury prostitute for a whole week and promised to pay you twenty-five thousand for it?! — he speaks so loudly that now I think the whole building knows. — Are you really going to sell your virginity, Karina?
— She's not a luxury prostitute, Olly! She's an escort! And I didn't know it was
a Persian elf, okay? I thought it was just… a normal job!
I think I need an hour shower to feel like myself again and not a ball of stress and fear. He could have killed me and hidden my body however he wanted, since he has a lot of money!
And I, stupidly, spent most of the time thinking it was just a fantasy! How could anyone lie about a tail that swayed so naturally and eyes that lit up? I'm really stupid!
I think I was so in shock that my head didn't even want to function properly.
— What do you mean “just a normal job”?! The guy sends you a message on a super suspicious app, to be alone in a luxurious hotel room, and you just send me the location, without saying the size of the danger?! — She gets even more nervous and soon it's the two of us screaming like crazy, but not because we're really mad at each other, but because we're freaking out together.
— If I had told you the “size of the danger”, you wouldn’t have let me go! And the application is not suspicious, it is very reliable! — I argue, even though I know it wasn't safe, however, Oliver has to understand that I didn't do it out of harm, but because I had no choice.
— Karina, you're all disheveled, looking like you've seen a monster! How was that safe? What did you have in mind to go there for that money?
— My mother needs me.
I'm tired of panicking and starting to realize the big problem at hand. The only chance to win the fifteen thousand that came my way was nothing more than crazy.
Shit! I went back to square one.
— We can find a way, I can ask for a loan for my country. — He shrugs and sucks in a long, frustrated breath.
— Your parents already hate me, I heard them saying the other day that I
I take advantage of you for being here in the apartment without paying anything. Do you really think they would give me a penny now? — I try not to sound hurt, even if I am, since it's not her fault what they say.
Oliver is very embarrassed to know that I know that his mother and father hate me based on the way he withdraws his body. She comes from a traditional family and they never wanted her daughter to be so close to someone like me, who has always lived full of financial problems and with a family “missing” parts.
— I wouldn't need to say it's for you, Kari. — She approaches and puts your hand on my shoulder.
— You don't have to worry about that, okay? I'll find a way. I have It’s all about control — I lie, since that’s my only option.
I can't live off endless loans and favors because my salary is never enough, no matter how hard I work. This is humiliating.
— I know you like to take care of your problems alone, Karina, but At some point you will have to ask for help. — He pats my shoulder twice and walks away. — And I'm here waiting for you to be ready to understand that we are a duo, no matter what happens.