As you and Asmo walked into the CEO’s office for the final decision, neither of you could look at the other. That was not the outcome you were expecting. Why did you make his words a reality?

“I’m not going to lose to you, Asmo,” you smirked. You and Asmo were two of the most sought-after models in the fashion world. When a new company came to town, both of you were determined to become the face of the trending brand.

“No one can beat my charm, sweetheart,” Asmo confidently replied.

“Charm? What charm?”

Your bitter words pierced straight through his heart. The demon’s expression darkened as his lips curled into a smile, “What charm, you ask? The charm that will draw you to me, and by the time the photoshoot is over, you will personally come and give me a kiss.”

Your cheeks turned red, but you rolled your eyes and mumbled, “Dream on.”

You had to admit his beauty was unparalleled, his charisma was magnetic, and his skills were polished. You got so nervous at one point that you didn’t think you could compete with him, but it was too late to back down. So, you gave it your all and tried to be as confident as possible for the camera. Ultimately, you were proud of yourself for pushing forward, but the CEO had to add a twist to the competition.

“Bravo! Both of you were impressive, but this is just the beginning. There will be another round. Asmo, you are first. Let me introduce you to your model partner,” the tall man laughed and motioned a gorgeous demon to step forward. “This is Circe. She will be modeling with you.”

You looked her up and down from the corner of your eyes, wondering why the CEO needed to add another model to the shoot. Just when you thought your mood couldn’t get any worse, Asmo began to close the distance between him and Circe with each camera shutter snap.

First, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her into his chest. Then, he caressed her cheek and leaned in close to her face. Finally, he pretended to kiss her while pinning her against the wall. All the while, your heart kicked against your ribs, and you had the urge to punch someone.

You hated to admit it, but for the longest time, you had liked Asmo, but he never paid attention to you. No matter what you did, he didn’t acknowledge your existence, and your bitterness towards him grew. You thought you could get back at him when it was your turn, but the CEO had other plans.

“Unlike some models here, your talent is as great as your beauty,” Asmo loudly praised Circe while glancing at you.

“(Y/n), for your turn, you will model with Circe and Asmo.”

It was not your day, and you just wanted to scream at the top of your lungs. Asmo, of course, took advantage of this situation; he gave his undivided attention to Circe and pretended you didn’t exist. This made your blood boil and caused you to do something you would have never dreamed of doing.

“Let’s add a little sizzle,” the photographer said from behind the camera. “The new theme is risqué.”

Asmo turned his back to you, but you were not having it; you grabbed his arm, turned his around with all your strength, grabbed his collar, and smashed your lips against his. His muscles tensed, but instead of pulling away, he kissed you back. And the two of you continued kissing until the photographer cleared his throat.

“Asmo! (Y/n)! Welcome. That was quite the photoshoot. I must say I am impressed,” he laughed. “I have made my decision on who will be the face of my brand.”

You and Asmo waited with bated breath, still ignoring each other.”The winner is Asmo…and (y/n). Both of you will be the face of my company but as a couple. Come to my office tomorrow to sign the contracts.”

“Looks like we’re stuck with each other,” he chuckled, following you out of the office.

“Yeah. Um…I’m…”

“But I’m not sorry. You’re a good kisser,” Asmo winked. “Hope this is not the last time we kiss.”