The Devil's Possession ✔ (Completed)

Chapter 2 - The Devil makes a Contract

"Is there a surname like this?" I asked for the tenth time as I gulped down my fifth shot. The liquor ran down smoothly in my throat and my mind felt dizzy as if I was floating in the air.

Yes, there was music and there were people underground. A lot of people. Some were dancing, some were drinking and a few were also glancing at me. Probably because of the smudged mascara. The air smelled of smoke, weeds and alcohol but the most delicious one was the musky scent of Callahan. It stirred something in my stomach. 

As we entered, Callahan led me through the crowd and went to the counter, pouring two glasses with translucent liquid for both of us. He was a bartender here. No wonder, he knew where the drinks were.

"Well, you can call me anything, Carson." He said as he poured his glass but his eyes stayed on me. My stomach fluttered again and if my cheeks were red before, it must have been looking like tomatoes now. The way he was sending his looks made my knees wobble. His eyes had some mysterious power that made me feel like watching them all the time.

We had been drinking for-I had no idea for how long but it seemed I hadn't had enough of him. The more I looked at him, the more I felt wanting him. I had never felt like this toward Fred. Speaking of Fred, my phone was vibrating all along and it was him. I ignored his calls as a question popped in my head.

"Wait, when did I tell you my name?" I asked.

"Just now." One corner of his lip curled up in a devious smirk as if he knew what was I thinking.

"So, from when are you working here?" I asked to divert my crazy hormones toward more decent topics.

"For many years." He came from the counter and sat beside me taking a stool. As he sat his thigh muscles twitched that I could see from his black jeans. 

Divert your eyes, Carson! I scolded myself and drifted my eyes at the crowd of crazy dancing people who were entangled around each other. Some were even kissing as if they hadn't eaten anything for years. And some were about to turn the bar into their making out ground. I cringed and gulped the remaining shot.

I glanced at him and saw even after eight shots, Callahan was still stable. There was something about him that was calling me as if in a silent voice trying to say, go to him and have your fun. Yes, I did want to have fun but casual hookups were never my thing.

My phone started to vibrate again as I was about to cut it again. But Callahan stretched his hand and I ask, "What?"

"Let me handle it." 

I was a bit hesitant to give him my phone but I gave him anyway as he answered the phone, "Hello."

"Carson is busy with me and I don't want you to call her anymore." He told Fred out of nowhere as my jaw smashed on the floor and he added, "Have I got myself clear?" 

His eyes didn't leave me as if he asked me as well and the next he cut the call and gave me the phone, I asked, "Why did you say that to him?"

"Why? Did you want to tell him another thing?" 

"Err... No." Well, I did want to tell Fred that don't call me anymore and Callahan saying that to him made it seem weird as if...as if he was my boyfriend.

"I should go home now." I said and he raised a brow.

"It's strange." He said.

"What's strange?" I was just about to stand from my stool but Callahan's face came near. So near that there was no place for air. He was on his stool and bent forward as his musky scent mixed with alcohol invaded my nose and all my blood pumped to my cheeks.