I slept like a baby. Well, one that didn't cry all night. Why do people say they slept like a baby? Babies usually wake up a lot in the night and cry their eyes out.
I opened my eyes to a huge balloon just staring me in the face. Oh, as well as Lucifer. "Happy birthday, kitten."
"Oh? I didn't realise it was my birthday... Oh."
"You forgot?" he laughed out, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Kinda?" I sit up in bed and stretch a little. "What did you get me? I hope you got me loads of ice cream," I grin out.
"You know we have ice cream twenty-four-seven, right?" I nod my head with a grin on my face. "Well, I do have some either cream for you except firstly, I want yours." I choked on my spit when I realised what he was talking about. He leaned closer to my ear. "That's not the only thing you'll be choking on." And now, I was in a coughing fit. What did he do? He freakin' smirked.
"I–"
"Now, how about you stop your choking and let me eat you out, yeah?"
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
