Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 10

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 10

I had been bracing myself to beg for my life, so I stared at him in total disbelief.

The vibrating sound meant he was hungry.

It meant he wanted to kiss me, hold me, and probably do a hell of a lot more than that.

So he was not actually planning to destroy me.

My fear evaporated instantly, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Do you want to get the make-out session over with before you start yelling?”

“…”

Damian realized I had called his bluff, and his expression soured into a sulk as he cleared his throat.

“Who says I want to kiss you?”

“But you are purring. And as your Owner, it is my job to satisfy your needs.”

“Then why did you leave me?”

Damian sounded grumpy, but the hand squeezing my neck relaxed its grip.

I immediately pulled him closer, locking my arms around his neck, murmuring soft words as I comforted him like a panicked fawn.

“I did not abandon you; I just found out who you really were.”

“I was haunted by the fear that once your memories returned, you would despise having been my pet, and return only to exact revenge. So, I fled.”

Damian listened and offered his own explanation. “I never wanted to punish you.”

“I was only gone because I had a mountain of business to settle, and the second I finished, I came to find you, but you had moved.”

“I had my people run a trace and found out you ordered a replacement online.”

“Didn’t we agree you would only ever keep me?”

His voice was cold, but I could hear the hurt underneath.

He lowered his eyelids, looking so beautiful and pathetic that I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

“I only bought him to do the chores.”

“Those are my jobs,” he insisted.

“Do you think a cheap replacement can learn to cook gourmet meals in two days, or warm your bed the way I do?”

I hesitated. “The chores are one thing, but is it really appropriate for a billionaire CEO to hand-wash my panties?”

Damian let out a cold, arrogant laugh.

“Why is it not appropriate? I think it suits me perfectly.”

“Can any other incubus get them as clean and fresh as I can?”

“…”

It was a surreal image: a brooding tycoon bragging about his laundry skills.

I could not stop the laughter bubbling up in my chest.

“Okay, fine, you are the only one allowed to do the laundry. Now kiss me; I missed you.”

Damian finally lowered his head, looking satisfied.

“I missed you too.”

But a split second before his lips crushed against mine, a thought struck me.

A very expensive thought.

I dodged his kiss frantically.

“Wait, I need to message customer service for a refund; otherwise, I will lose the money even if I never got the second incubus.”

“Also, I need to make sure that other incubus is safe and didn’t get snatched.”

“…”

Damian’s face went dark as he snatched the phone out of my hand and tossed it onto the couch.

He scooped me up into his arms and marched toward the bedroom.

“He is perfectly fine.”

“You can worry about the money tomorrow.”

“And… I am starving to death.”

“Tonight, the feast begins.”

—The End—