บททั้งหมดของ Negotiating with the Devil : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

JULIA'S POVI am dying.Mama gets angry when I call it out for what it was. Death.I have cancer and I am going to die in 6 months indefinitely.I am not scared of death but I am afraid of regrets and I do have one.I have never allowed myself to fall in love. It had always been too risky, a very vulnerable position. Besides, I have never bothered to concern myself with such frivolity.But you’ll be surprised at how much frivolity you wished you indulged in when you sit in the confine of a pale white room facing a doctor that was telling you, you have mere months to live and yet all you could focus on was how immaculate his teeth were.But I have a plan.A bucket list of things I was going to do with the man I chose to fall in love with so I can leave with no regrets.My best friend thinks it is stupid and she doesn’t even know the full story yet.I am going to fall in love with the most wicked man in New York.I am just a dying girl, not an evil one so certainly, I am not going to pi

She ran off now full-blown sobbing. I didn’t get to see her features well because of her hasty exit but I had seen a smear of mascara running down the length of her face. I should be on my way by now. Make a run for it. There was nothing to see but a heartless prick who believe he was God’s gift to women but his phone rang. I decided to stay back for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to listen in more. I haven’t blown my cover yet and it wasn’t like I will ever see him again. Perhaps, I will see a side of him that is human and not the condescending twat that had just exhibited his lack of sympathy mere minutes ago. “You know I have always hated men having too much power for so long.” He started. “Especially old men.” Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away. “And now I have two options. Kill the motherfucker or get myself a trophy wife that will leave when I get what I want.” DAMON’S POV I wa

JULIA’S POVA four-poster bed covered with Sofia the first bedsheets and matching cover cases, a mortifying amount of Zayn and Harry styles posters that hint at an obsessive phase covering a part of the wall, and the now chipping away paint of purple and pink on the walls were what greeted me when I finally opened my eyes. It had felt like old times, I had felt safe. Skye’s room was the only piece of my childhood that hasn’t been embellished or altered with the years.Not only was her room a reminder of when I was the happiest, but it was easier pretending we were still thirteen in here and ten years of putting ourselves out there, giving up weekends with girls, and canceling meetups at the last minute had not happened between us because we were too busy striving for the things that had once made our faces glow but now causes a crease in-between our brows. The dreams that have always seemed achievable yet so out of reach the more we approach them.I have spent more time in Skye's hous

JULIA’S POVHis eyes turned dark“What if I want to kiss you? Taste you. Nibble on your lower lip, run my hand under your clothes, take them off perhaps,” he placed his hand on my waist and I sighed. “I might drop hot kisses all over your bare body while I tell you how beautiful you are because it is the truth. You are fucking beautiful, Snow white you should be a crime.”I close my eyes almost like I had no control of my body as his hot breath met my ears. “Perhaps I would slip my hands beneath your panties and find you soaking wet. Turned on and needy for me. I’d finger you until you are begging me to let you come and when you eventually explode all over my hands, I will ask you to sit on my face. I will lick your pussy, till you are crying out, till the pleasure is too much, till you are begging me to never stop yet not knowing what to do with all the wicked sinful things I am making you feel.”My eyes flew open and I found him watching me with a sly smirk.“You’ll like that won’t y

DAMON’S POVI still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow.But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.I have always reveled in the attention I receive the minute I enter a room. Entering a room and knowing at the moment every man hated you or wanted to be you because of the woman you had in your arm or the way all the women in the room gravitated towards you, never got old. It has always been amusing watching them gawk at the woman in my arm knowing that she became a sex symbol the minute she walked in with me next to her. They always found her more desirable and were hungry for even the flash of her bare legs but right now, I didn’t care about who was o