บททั้งหมดของ Dirty Deals With The Devil: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I died and went to heaven. Azazel must have forgiven me because if here, holding Darren and slow dancing along with the soft, romantic music wasn't heaven, I had no idea what else heaven could be. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he whispered softly in my ear as the distant, soft music seemed to pause, leaving only the fast thumps of our heartbeats, the only music left in the expansive ballroom. "In all my entire lives." He grinned, showing the fake, white and gleaming fangs which was part of his whole Dracula costume. He tightened his grip on my waist, my breath quickening as he pulled me even closer. The corsets I had on with the pink ball-gown was already disturbing my breathing but at this point, I was sure I wasn't inhaling any oxygen anymore as I stared into his chocolate eyes which looked like pools of melted affection for the subject of his words. "You really mean that?" I asked quietly, my hands

The case sat on my laps, heavy but I could hardly feel it's weight as I scanned the passing crowd for him. They say whenever a particular someone is on your mind, everyone you saw seemed to resemble the person. Plus not to mention the fact that I was already pretty worked up.  He said he would be here. I had texted him my location. He knew I was at the east wing food court, I chose the most strategic location just so he'd encounter absolutely no problem in locating me.  I had been sitting here for Azazel knew how long, nursing only a diet coke mainly because my stomach couldn't handle eating anything, I felt like I'd throw up if I tried to eat. I had given up constantly looking at my phone, wondering if he'd call to cancel, you have to try to take things easy, panicking won't solve anything. Only that thought was easier to say than to actually carry out. I had pulled on my hoodie over my to

 I was over an hour late. The amount of time it had taken for me to decide on an outfit was ridiculous, I kept flicking through piles of clothes before finally deciding on a typical Molly look, denim jumpsuit and sandals. I had let my hair down, carefully brushing it of all tangles and then carefully applied little makeup just as a finishing touch. I looked perfect, until I cycled over a block. Wearing makeup had turned out to be stupid of me since I was going to cycle over a block and when I eventually got off my ancient, blue bicycle, I was matted in sweat. I lifted a hand to my face, feeling the makeup and sweat drip together and pulled out a tissue from my sling bag to wipe the whole thing off. It wasn't like I wasn't naturally pretty anyways. Still out of breath and sweating heavily, I secured my bike at the bike rails and made my way to the entrance of the shop. Sweet Tooth was own

Emergency at work, be back in a few. Don't wait up.Mom.Few as in hours, I knew.I read the small note over and over with a tired sigh as I balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash, where the rest of her notes had gone too. I looked around the kitchen, acutely aware of how silent it was, I was alone again in the house.The fridge hummed on, seeming like the only thing that was breaking the kitchen's silence. I went over to the sink, reaching for a glass cup and filling it up. Well this note just ruined my already sour mood. Why was I in a sour mood?The date (well, sorta date) with Amanda calling him immediately I dropped Blake's call. According to him, Amanda just lost beloved pet poodle and needed him to be with her. Even I knew how much that dog meant to her so I didn't stop or discourage him from leaving. He did buy me a lot of ice-cream and sweets as c

"Hey," we both greeted at the same time, each equally shocked to see the other. I could hear Doris turn from what she was doing her and her aging voice came next."Blake, honey. I've been waiting for you all day, what took you so long?"He shuffled forward, removing the earphones and jamming his hands into his pockets, his eyes were on me all through. The store suddenly felt way too small and I was experiencing strange claustrophobia."I was running errands all day, ma'am," he replied, now taking his eyes off me and directing his gaze to her. He moved closer so he could lean on the counter, close to Doris. "I'm sorry."Doris gave a wave of dismissal of the apology, smiling kindly. "It's fine, dear." She hobbled over to the small refrigerator behind her, opening it and retrieving a small, white paper bag which she walked back to hand over to Blake. "Here you go, make sure to always keep it refrigerated, de