Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 47 - Gimmie

I typed away furiously at my computer, the words flowing from my fingertips like a raging river. I was so engrossed in my writing that I barely noticed the passage of time. Meeting up with Muse, the talented artist working on the illustrations for my book "Confessions of a Sinner," had fallen by the wayside as I became consumed by the creative process.

It felt incredible to pour my heart and soul onto the page, crafting a raw, honest portrayal of the depths of human desire and the complexities of power dynamics. This book was my baby, my magnum opus, and I was determined to make it as perfect as possible.

Suddenly, a soft chime from my computer broke through my trance-like state. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing it was an email notification. Minimizing my work, I opened the new message, my heart skipping a beat as I read the subject line:

"Important News: Confessions of a Sinner"

With trembling fingers, I opened the email, my eyes eagerly devouring the words.

"Dear Author,

We apologize for not calling you directly with this exciting news, but we simply couldn't wait to share it with you. Your manuscript, 'Confessions of a Sinner,' has been officially accepted for publication by Crimson Ink Publishing..."

I let out a breathless squeal of delight, nearly jumping out of my seat in sheer joy and disbelief. This was it – the moment I had been dreaming of for as long as I could remember. My words, my story, would be out in the world for everyone to experience.

"Wow, what's got my baby all happy?" Christian's voice broke through my euphoric haze as he emerged from the bedroom, his hair tousled from sleep.

"I got published!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "Confessions of a Sinner is going to be a real book!"

Christian's face lit up with a broad grin, and he crossed the room in a few strides, sweeping me up into a tight embrace. "That's incredible, my love! I'm so proud of you!"

He peppered my face with kisses, his eyes shining with genuine happiness and pride. "We have to celebrate this momentous occasion!"

I nodded eagerly, still riding the wave of elation that threatened to overwhelm me. "Yes, yes, we absolutely have to celebrate!"

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind of excitement and preparation. Christian insisted on making reservations at the most upscale restaurant in town, determined to celebrate my publishing deal in style.

As evening fell, I slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Christian's appreciative gaze raked over me as I emerged from the bedroom, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You look absolutely stunning, my love," he murmured, pulling me flush against him. "Tonight, you are the star, and I intend to treat you like royalty."

A delicious shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I had to resist the urge to skip the dinner plans altogether and stay in for more... intimate celebrations.

With great effort, I extracted myself from his embrace, offering him a coy smile. "As tempting as that sounds, I believe we have reservations to keep."

Christian chuckled, that deep, rumbling sound that never failed to set my heart racing. "Very well, my dear. But don't think for a moment that our celebrations will end after dinner."

The restaurant was everything I had imagined and more – sleek, modern decor, impeccable service, and a menu that made my mouth water just reading it. We indulged in course after course of exquisite cuisine, accompanied by the finest vintage champagne.

Throughout the meal, Christian regaled me with tales of his own publishing journey, offering advice and words of encouragement. His unwavering support and belief in me only added to the overwhelming sense of joy and accomplishment I felt.

As we lingered over dessert, a decadent chocolate torte that practically melted on my tongue, Christian reached across the table and took my hand in his.

"I have one more surprise for you tonight, my love," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Intrigued, I allowed him to lead me out of the restaurant and into the cool night air. We strolled hand-in-hand down the bustling city streets until we reached a quaint little shop tucked away on a side street.

"After you," Christian murmured, holding the door open for me.

I stepped inside, my eyes widening in delight as I realized we were in a specialty stationery and writing supply store. The shelves were lined with every imaginable type of notebook, journal, and pen, each one more beautiful and inviting than the last.

"Christian, this is..." I trailed off, at a loss for words.

He chuckled, clearly pleased by my reaction. "I thought you might need some new tools to help fuel your creativity now that you're a published author."

With childlike glee, I began browsing the aisles, running my fingers over the soft leather-bound journals and admiring the intricate designs on the fountain pens. Christian trailed behind me, offering suggestions and encouragement as I built up a small collection of treasures.

By the time we left the store, my arms were laden with bags filled with notebooks, pens, and other writing paraphernalia. But more importantly, my heart was overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had made this night so incredibly special.

As we made our way back home, I couldn't resist stealing glances at Christian, marveling at how lucky I was to have found someone who not only supported my dreams but went above and beyond to celebrate my successes.

And as he pulled me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a searing kiss, I knew that the real celebration was only just beginning.