Devilish secretary - Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Sparky
She smiled sweetly. “Because I gave him kisses.”

Gray’s hands twitched.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she leaned forward. Close enough for him to smell her shampoo. Close enough to feel her heat.

“You want my attention, human doll?”

She raised her brows. “Then take it. Or are you going to lose to a cat?”

He stepped forward without a second thought, caging her between his arms and the door. His voice dropped into a growl.

“Keep pushing me, Lily and I’ll make sure you don’t even remember what a cat is.”

She leaned in, close to his ear.

“Prove it.”

And just like that, the temperature in the room changed.

His eyes dropped again to her lips—soft, full, still damp from the shower and something in him snapped. He couldn’t stop now, didn’t want to.

His hand moved up, fingers sliding behind her neck, holding her gently but firmly as he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. It wasn’t rushed. It was a slow pull, like gravity drawing him into the only place he felt alive.

The kiss was soft at first, exploring. Testing.

But when her fingers slid up his chest, dragging lightly over the thin fabric of his shirt, his breath hitched. Her touch was slow, sensual—teasing his already burning skin beneath the fabric. Her nails brushed just above his heart, and he felt the air leave his lungs.

He deepened the kiss.

Their lips moved with a hunger they hadn’t spoken of, a fire that had been waiting far too long to rise. He tilted his head slightly, angling the kiss deeper, while her hands slipped around his sides, clutching his shirt as if needing something to anchor herself.

Her body leaned into his, and his arm circled her waist tightly, pulling her closer until not even air could slip between them.

“Lili…” he whispered against her lips.

But she didn’t want words right now.

She kissed him again, her lips slightly parted, allowing him in and he accepted the invitation like a man starving. His hand left her neck and found her waist, trailing down until it rested on the curve of her hip, fingers pressing into the silk of her robe.

The robe…

He felt the thin fabric move under his fingers as he gently slid his palm lower, tempted to untie the knot—only for a sudden, low meow to interrupt them.

Gray’s lips paused.

Lilith pulled back slowly, breathing heavy, her cheeks flushed beautifully.

They both turned their heads.

The cat.

Sitting beside them. Watching.

Judging.

Gray’s mood took a sharp dip. His expression darkened as he glanced at the cat sitting innocently by the side like it hadn’t just ruined the moment of the year.

He turned to Lilith with narrowed eyes and muttered under his breath, “I was finally enjoying time with my girlfriend… and that damn fluffball just had to interrupt. I swear, he’s doing it on purpose.”

Lilith smoothed her robe with a sigh, glancing down at the cat who now yawned lazily, completely unbothered.

Then Gray’s lips curved into a sly smile.

“I think Rose likes furry little animals. I should gift her this one.” He reached for Lilith’s hand and held it gently but firmly. “You won’t mind, right?”

Lilith blinked.

Then slowly looked at the cat. Her eyes sparkled with something unreadable—an amused sort of warning. “Hmm… might not be a bad idea,” she murmured thoughtfully.

The cat, who had been licking its paw, suddenly froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Lilith with absolute betrayal, like a child whose favorite parent had just offered him up for adoption.

“Be good,” Lilith added sweetly, bending down slightly and patting his head like she was saying goodbye to a beloved toy she no longer needed.

Gray lit up like a smug schoolboy and scooped the cat in one go before it could even react. “You heard her,” he said with devilish satisfaction. “Let’s go find your new owner.”

The cat was too stunned to struggle. Only his tail flicked in pure betrayal as Gray walked out with him toward Rose’s room.

Lilith stood at the doorway, lips curled in a faint smile… but inside, she was sighing heavily.

If only Gray knew the truth.

That little furball wasn’t just a cat.

He was the youngest demon prince in hell. A high-ranking little menace with a mouth as sharp as his claws, a pride taller than any mountain, and an attitude worse than royalty. She had trained him personally five years ago. He used to trail behind her in the demon realm like a lost pup, calling her “Elder Sister” with a voice dripping arrogance to everyone else.

How he got to the human world? She had no clue.

Gray proudly marched down the quiet hallway with the cat tucked under his arm like a stolen treasure. The little beast squirmed slightly, trying to maintain his last ounce of dignity, but Gray held on tighter, completely oblivious to the deep internal rage burning in those glowing golden eyes.

He reached Rose’s room and knocked gently.

A moment later, Rose opened the door, still wearing her light cream nightgown and a fluffy hairband. Her eyes widened when she saw him—more specifically, what he was holding.

“Sister Lilith’s cat?” She blinked. “You want me to take care of it?”

Gray nodded with a serious face, like he was offering her a royal heirloom. “Yes. He’s… unique. Needs someone gentle. Lilith thinks you’d be a perfect match.”

The cat looked at Rose. Then back at Gray. Then back at Rose.

Rose looked hesitant, “But I—I never had a pet before… What’s his name?”

Gray paused. He hadn’t thought that far.

The cat made a small threatening growl in his throat.

“Uh… Sparky,” Gray said without blinking.

“Sparky?” Rose tilted her head.

The cat looked at Gray in utter horror.

“Yes. He’s… full of spark.”

Rose laughed softly, clearly warming up to the idea. “He’s adorable.” She reached out and gently took the cat from his arms.

The cat stared at Gray as he was transferred his face full of betrayal, his soul screaming.

Gray waved with a smirk. “Enjoy your new life, Sparky.”

And with that, he turned and walked away proudly, already dreaming of a cat-free night with Lilith.

Behind him, the door closed.

And “Sparky” hissed softly under his breath.

This was war.