The Devil's Bride

𝑇𝑤𝑜.

"𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭,

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥."

- 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, '𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐡'

I stirred awake the moment I heard a message notification.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

I grabbed my phone and checked the notifications. Not even bothering to fix my hair or even wipe the drool on my face. My eyes widened when I saw the notifications.

[Unknown Number:

2 New Messages]

I looked at the time. 06:54A.M. I took a deep breath before opening the messages.

I wish I didn't.

Because there it was. Those two messages made me think that I was still asleep.

The first message said...

"Good morning, angel."

Zayn Archer texted me.

The man that doesn't even talk to others first because he thinks there's no value in other people other than him. The man who thinks he can just discard anyone around him because they're useless.

I shook my head before reading the second message.

"Here's where we'll be meeting today..."

A location link is attached to the message.

Bzzt!

Another message.

"Meet me at 9:00 A.M sharp. If you're not here by then, I'm going to have to send people to hunt for you, Grace."

I took a sharp breath after reading it.

He ended the message with :).

Oh god. I forgot about that. I forgot that I agreed to meet him today. I forgot that he asked me to meet him. I forgot that I earned $75, 000 yesterday.

Shit!

I put my phone back down and quickly got off the bed, almost tripping and falling face first in the process. I rushed to the bathroom and stared into it. My hair was a mess. My lipstick was smudged. There were drools all over my face. I looked like I just cried over a breakup!

Oh, good lord.

I quickly looked at the clock, hanging just in front of the bathroom. 07:05A.M.

Thank God. About 2 hours left.

I inhaled. Exhaled. I turned on the shower and began undressing. Making time for everything in my head while washing myself.

20 minutes to shower.

35 minutes to do my hair.

20 minutes to pick out and change into an outfit that's suitable.

25 minutes to do my skincare.

5 minutes to pack some trivial things into my bag.

An hour and 45 minutes.

The 15 minutes that's left is enough for me to get to the location he sent or wherever that is.

By the time, I finished timing everything. I also finished showering. I picked up the dirty clothes and threw it into the laundry basket before dashing straight into my room with only a towel wrapped around my body. I started digging through my closet to find something decent to wear. I ended up wearing a black crop top with white spaghetti straps and black dolphin shorts with white stripes as well. I put on an oversized white button-up and wore it like a jacket. Not buttoning it up. The shirt was long enough to go past the shorts.