Zay's POV

I toss the arm that's around my waist away from me, scooting away from the body to get out of the unfamiliar bed. I stretch my semi sore body, pulling the kinks and crinks until I feel a bit better. I leave the man, whose name I'm not sure I got last night, in his bed, sprawled over the mattress and head into the bathroom.

I open the medicine cabinet, being a bit nosey as I search for some headache medicine. Once I find and take some, I look at my naked body in the mirror, turning to the side to see absolutely no bruises or love bites along my body making me grin. Perfect. I turn around and turn in the shower, letting the steam rise before I step inside, sighing as the hot water pelts my skin. I take a short shower, only long enough to get me through my shift. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to. I quickly turn off the water and open the curtain, plucking a fresh, folded towel from the closet beside the door.

I dry myself and curse when I see I left my bag in the bedroom. I place my hand in the knob and hope that the man is still sleeping on his bed, finally turning the handle and walk into the room and almost groan out loud when I see him rolling over to sit up on the bed.

     "Good morning, beautiful." He says and I cringe. Though he was very good looking, he was shit in bed. I wasn't even able to cum or feed in my own, I had to ride of his pleasure just to feed myself. Sad really. Plus he only lasted ten minutes. A complete waste of my time and talents.

      "Hey." I say as I walk past him  and head to the bag that's in the corner, picking it up to bring to with me to the bathroom but of course the stupid bastard is there behind me blocking my way.

      "What's the rush baby? Why don't you stay a little longer." He says and I want to shoot myself in the head for not paying more attention last night. Being a Hybrid of an Incubus and an Angel, you would think I would remember that people's attraction to me can be dangerous. Well this is the third mistake this month... and it's only the tenth.

     "I have to get to work, Tony." I tell him, grabbing a name out of air, not caring if it's the correct one or not.

     He frowns and steps back a little so that I'm able to bypass him and get back to the bathroom with my bag of clothes in hand. "It's Greg. I thought we had fun last night." He says and I turn to him with my hand on the door with a dead panned expression on my face.

     "No, George, you had fun last night. I just laid there and fed off of you. Thank you for the feeding, but no thanks for anything else you want to offer. Now excuse me." I say as politely as I can before I close the door in his face. I feel a slight twinge of guilt over being rude but I learned the hard way that if you show any amount of kindness to men, they will run with it and turn it only some demented relationship in their mind. I didn't always used to be so harsh, but a few too many incidents have definitely shaved off what little soft sides I had.

    It doesn't take long for me to get my uniform on, and once my shoes are laced and the towel is thrown in the hamper, I open the door to reveal a sad looking Garret on the bed. I have to hold my tongue so I don't apologize and get my hopes up, instead keeping my exit short. "Thanks again." I tell him as I leave his room and make my way down the hallway to the front door.

     I exit the apartment with a breath of relief before I smile slightly and make my way down the stairs, humming a tune to myself as I walk to my car, unlocking it before opening the door. I throw my bag into the backseat as I slip in and start my car. I double check my pockets to make sure I have everything before I buckle up and pull out of the parking lot and make my way to work.

    As much as I appreciate the feeding, the bed hopping every night and the lonely days are getting tiresome. As rare as it is for Incubi to have Links, I can't help but wish that I had someone to come home to. Not some boring man who thinks matching socks is a personality trait, but someone I can laugh with and who knows that as much as I flirt and goof off, I need love just as much as everyone else.

    I laugh to myself quietly. As if that will ever happen. No one wants to date an Incubus, all they know about us is that we like it have sex and that's it. So that's what we're used for. I shouldn't complain, the constant sex and the inability to catch anything is more than most have, but even so, I feel like I'm missing out.

     I shake the thought from my head as I pull into the parking lot to work, grabbing my badge and everything else I need for the day before I hop out the car and lock the doors behind me.

     I pass by the guard station at the entrance and wave to Tyler. "Good morning, Zay." He says with a dip of his hat and I grin at him remembering our last time on break.

     "Oh I could make it one." I tell him, winking as I pass and the man blushes before he turns away making me chuckle under my breath. I continue along the path toward the entrance and make my way up to the employee door on the side. Using me badge I scan it against the reader and after it buzzes, I tug on the door, stepping through the entry way.

     Walking a bit down the cool hallway, I come face to face with my favorite receptionist. "Well good morning, Ms. Wendy." I greet with my best grin making her look up form her computer and roll her eyes with a laugh.

    "Good morning, Zayvion." She say and I gasp.

     "Government names? Oh baby whatever I did I'm sorry." I say dramatically trying to lean it for a peck on the cheek but she slaps my face and hands away making me laugh as I pull back.

    "Don't you go trying to charm me with your pretty face and your lying words. Go trick all those other poor boys and girls." She tells me and although she's not wrong I bring my hand to my chest in mock hurt.

     "You wound me, Ms. Wendy. I don't lie, I just don't tell them anything and let them believe what they want." I tell her firmly and she shakes her head at me. The secretary is one of my favorite people in the world. She's sweet and caring and one of the few people that don't expect anything from me. She doesn't want a relationship or a sex or anything other than smile and a greeting when I come through the door.

    It probably helps that she's a forty year old Mated woman with kids and grandchildren of her own, but that's besides the point.

     "How have you been, Zay?" She asks me and it makes my smile dip a little bit, not knowing how to answer it exactly.

     "Oh you know, working, playing the Game. Hanging with friends." I tell her. She said she'll never understand how the likes of me got fought up in Enchanted. I told her, that's what makes it all the more fun.

     "I asked you how you've been not what you've been up to." She says, narrowing her eyes at me. I take that as my cue to leave. I pat her desk and push myself off of it. I begin to walk backwards with a wide smile on my face as I wave.

     "Bye, Ms. Wendy. Have to go clock in!" I tell her and I hear her call me some names and talk about avoiding something but I choose not to hear her. I turn on my heel and make the rest of my way to the locker room where a few of my coworkers are getting ready for work.

     A red head girl is crying into the shoulder of Bethany and I watch curiously until they notice me. The sobbing girl comes over to me, tears streaming down my eyes and I watch her with a confused frown. I open my mouth to ask her if she needs something when her hand flies up to connect with my cheek making it snap to the side.

    She storms away, still crying as I turn my head to Bethany and raise my brows at her in question, turning towards my locker to put in the combination as she comes to lean against the locker beside me.

"You forgot you two had a date last night." She tells me and I groan as my head falls back in realization.

"Fuck I knew I was forgetting something. I meant to attend to that before I went to the bar." I tell Beth sheepishly and she just shakes her head at me bride she laughs. "What's so funny?" I ask her and she laughs once more.

"Oh day, someone isn't going to fall to your feet and they're going to screw you over like you do the rest of the world. And I can't wait to see it." She says with a smile and I snort.

"Yeah right. I would pay good money to see that happen."

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I love Zay so much. I was going to make his soft and sweet and all that but I think cocky play boy flirt fits him waaaay better. I feel like Elliot is going to be chill and laid back which is going to grate Zay's nerves.

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