My name is Celine. I thought by moving to the big city I'll have a normal kinda lifestyle. Little did I know I took a job as the Devil's personal assistant. Better the Devil you know than the angel you don't.
WARNING: PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE.
As I get to Celine's apartment building. I step outside of the car and open the door to her side, she leans against it like she's intimidating, I can't look away as she holds her stare, my words sounding clunky and unrehearsed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
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Her cheeks flairs red. "I have a confession to make."
"I'm listening." I say as I cock a brow.
Her face turns soft, it's so beautiful it feels like a stab in the gut, but my gaze never falters as I listen to her intently. "I couldn't keep your goldfish alive." She confesses.
Shaking my head, hearing her talk about some silly gold fish has me chuckling. "What are you talking about?"
"You remember the goldfish I got you one Christmas?"
"The one I specifically said I didn't want?"
She turns her gaze towards the ground before looking back at me again. "Yeah you remember BJ?"
I smile at the memory how is this woman so perfectly cute?
She swallows hard. "He didn't even last a week before he floated to the top of the tank. Do you remember, and I said it was your fault, that everything dies when you touch it?"
"I remember, but-" I started to say but she cuts me off.
"I think I overfed him."
"No Celine, he probably died in realization that you named him Blow Job."
Her sad expression turns to a more happier one. "His name was not Blow Job." She laughs as she playfully swipes my arm and that sends me over the edge, seeing her like this. So comfortable so easy so vulnerable in my presence it drives me fucking insane.
My voice comes out hard and uncompromising. "Celine , I think you should go up stairs."
Her eyes narrow. " No."
I want to fuck her so hard, as hard as the tree years have been trying to keeping my distance from her. I run my tongue across my teeth and before she could understand my intention, I have an arm around the backs of her thighs and her feet leaves the floor. A breath whooshes out of her as I toss her over my shoulder.
"Guess I'll have to do it for you then."
"Okay, okay I'll do it." She gasps out.
But it's too late, I take her upstairs into her apartment and kick the door shut with my foot.
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