Caught Between My Mate And A Demon

Joel had felt awkward after he apologized to Nima. Of course, she would be enraged if she didn’t roll the way he supposed.

Unable to digest the fact that she could be offended by his approach, he opened one of Nima’s videos.

“Remember, beauties, there’s nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to expressing yourself with your man. Take him to a level he never thought existed in sexual activities. Now, let’s explore a new style, beautiful people.’

That was one of the additions to Nima’s opening speech. Joel played it repeatedly, his body growing hot as he listened to her sultry voice spitting those appealing words.

A message notification soon popped up, and upon seeing the content, his excitement that Nima reached out to him died down.

From their previous interaction, she seemed to be curious, yet careful, but the person who typed the message he read was very direct.

If his memory serves him right, she blocked him twice and indicated the conversation was over the moment she refused to listen to his voice note.

So, who could the sender be?

Seeing that the person was typing once more, he waited patiently, only for his hunch to be proven right.

He took a few seconds to ponder if Nima had called for help and he was about to be set up, but on the other hand, he believed Nima wouldn’t publicize such a thing, since she was a sex coach.

She wouldn’t risk someone catching on the flaws he had pointed out.

Whoever it was that message him must be a trusted ally.

He gave his response and felt elated to know the person was Nima’s friend. A sharp woman who portrayed the expected attitude from Nima.

Her name was said to be Emily.

Joel waited patiently to hear what her questions would be.

…..

Emily was restless on the inside. She felt as if her whole world depended on what she was typing.

“God! Emily, you’re taking this too seriously. Look how focused you are.” Nima couldn’t help but comment.

Emily simply rolled her eyes. “To be blunt, I can’t wait to get you laid, especially by this gorgeous man.” She said to Nima, who scoffed.

“I don’t know if calling you desperate would make sense, based on the fact that you’re not the one to be at the receiving end.” Nima replied and finally let her nerves calm, as she relaxed on the sofa and studied Joel’s and Emily’s conversation.

‘He belonged to us.’ Emily claimed in her mind.

Emily: *How are you so sure she is innocent? Be precise and less lewd talk, please. She won’t take you seriously knowing your words were seen by both of us, and you still couldn’t filter them.*

Joel saw the message and shook his head at the silliness of it.

Joel: *If that’s the case, choose your question well. If I’m to answer your question, I can not sugarcoat my reply.*

“Gosh! He’s annoying.” Nima grumbled.

Emily thought him to be hot, though.

Joel: *On the contrary, you’ve answered your own question. How could a sex coach care about lewdness when she led to thousands of viewers?

“And awfully honest.” Nima commented and shook her head. “Just tell him to speak freely.” she added.

Emily sent the message and got an emoji of a smirk in response.

“And childish.” Nima commented again.

“Stop it already. You sound like you hate this, but you aren’t stopping me.” Emily retorted, a little pissed that Nima was picking on Joel.

“I just felt drawn to him. That’s all.” Nima confirmed, not hiding her emotions, before rolling her eyes, her face heating up from embarrassment.

Emily: *What are the things that showed that innocence to her viewers? Assuming they think like you,

Joel smiled at the compliment. The girl had just stylishly called him Nosy. Anyone that poked nose deeper like he had done, but he doesn’t hate it.

Joel: *She used a castrated mannequin, obviously being careful. And if one was to study her carefully, she was usually that careful when it involved her private part, while very expressive and wild in teaching other things.*

Nima realized Joel seemed to have all the time in the world.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Some of the books she had read portrayed the men to be dignified and be of few words, but Joel happened to talk like a woman.

He took no offence in anything Emily asked and answered her. The chat soon got light and then casual.

“Common, Emily.” Nima was a blush wreck as both Emily and Joel talk about her like she doesn’t exist.

It was later agreed upon that Nima indeed lacked experience and had taken help from Emily.

Exposing that part to Joel came naturally after he pointed out undeniable flaws, and so far, he acted like those revelations didn’t matter to him.

The two began to talk about Nima. Emily satisfied Joel’s curiosity by telling him all he wished to know about Nima from a third party.

Like crushed candy sprinkled under a heated sun, Nima melted in her seat with a rosy face.

Emily looked so serious like she was writing her final exams, working her magic that she was meant to instinctively keep in everlasting motion if she hadn’t been separated from Nima.

At least, it was working.

Nima was no longer complaining, and Joel was starting to exude manly charm that overshadowed his former attitude, which tamed Nima.

“I will call you ladies on video now…. If you don’t mind, of course.” Joel said, and Emily glanced beside her to seek Nima’s consent.

Nima wanted to say no, so badly, but she just shut her eyes in embarrassment.

Emily: *Okay. you can call.*

Joel’s incoming video call came in instantly, making Nima jolted and instinctively started soothing her appearance.