All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Penelope's POV:“I gave you my all! Love me back you fool! My heart is on the floor for you! Why won’t—!”“Baby, those are not the lyrics!”“Who cares?! The lyrics will be whatever I want them to be!”The song comes to an end. Sera and I collapse into the couch, breathing hard and laughing even harder. Coloured lights flash, and in front of us is a flat screen TV showing song lyrics. Scattered around us are snacks and half drunk bottles of beer. “You're a terrible singer, baby!” Seraphina screams into her microphone. “You're even worse!” I scream back. Feedback cuts through the air, shrill and annoying. Somehow it makes us laugh even harder. I clutch my stomach as I double over. Beside me, Seraphina is wheezing. “My love,” she says when we calm down a bit. She spins around and grabs my knees, batting her lashes at me. Her expression turns sultry and she leans her chest into mine. “Why don't you leave your crusty ass husband and come to me? I promise to take very good care of you.

Penelope's POV:FOR SALE!!!The building above Silver Brass is a restaurant. The food is terrible, and the entire place is close to falling apart. The only good thing it has going on is it's size. It's massive for a terrible restaurant.I pause at the front door, staring at the “for sale” sign stuck in the ground. That's strange. This restaurant was here when I first came to Silver Brass, and now the owners are selling?A gentle touch on my shoulder pulls me to the present. “Miss Verdant, we shouldn't linger.” Athena says softly. She comes up beside me and stares at the sign. “Do you want this place?”My eyes track up the building, taking in it's peeling paint, and old window sills with it's rattling panes, and higher to the roof where weeds are growing out of the tiles.“What would I do with an old building?” I reply and turn away. Athena and I head down to Silver Brass. There's a hidden entrance only available to me. Athena makes sure there's no one around before she hands me my m

Penelope’s POV:“You know, most people do something like a fancy dinner for a first date.”Vincent glances at me. His eyes shine through the eye holes of his white peacock mask. He spins me delicately under his arm and catches me, his grip on the small of my back firm and hot. “I’m not most people for one. And two, you like masks. I thought you’d love this,” I try to focus on the music. It’s hard, with his warmth and scent wrapping around me like a cocoon, and his body flush against mine. “Thorne likes masks. Penelope doesn’t.”“What does Penelope like then?” His voice drops as he says my name. He drops me, his eyes burning into mine. My breath catches in my throat and I swallow hard. “That’s for her to know, and for you to never find out.” His reply is a short lived laugh. “I do happen to like a challenge,”The song comes to an end and he pulls me up. For a second we’re close, mere centimeters apart. Then he steps back, takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Thank you for the dance

Vincent’s POV:“You were right, Sir, she drove for Halstead Corp. She’s in there right now.”Just as I had suspected. “Keep an eye on her, Jamie. If anything happens, you know what to do.”“You know, it’s very rude of you to keep good wine waiting,” Baron said as I dropped my phone. “Pardon me,” He looks around us, his shoulders dropping low. “All the pleasures in the world and wine stole my heart,”I mirror his gestures. We’re in his study, away from the party, sipping vintage. “Melissa wouldn’t like that,”“Yes, yes, I know.”There’s a few seconds of silence. Then he shifts closer to me. “I don’t want to question you, but I hope you know what you’re doing,”“About what?”“Verdant? You know she’s not a Verdant anymore.”“I didn’t know you took interest in people. What have I missed?”He sighs and pours himself more wine. “Be careful is all I’m saying. Your brother is one bloodthirsty motherfucker.”I don’t say anything. There’s no need. I truly appreciate Baron’s care and concern

Penelope's POV:"You said you had a gift for me, dinner wasn't mentioned." I say to Vincent"Ah, allow me to ask you properly then. My darling, would you join me for dinner?"I pretend to look uninterested. "My answer depends on what's for dinner,"Jamie rounds on me, excitement all over his face. “You should stay. We’re having a family dinner and it promises to be–”“You’re awfully chipper this evening, Jamie. Why don’t you make yourself useful or something?” Vincent says. His tone sounds harsh, but there’s no real bite behind it. Jamie rubs the back of his head and his smile turns shy. “It’s good to meet you, again. I’ll see you at dinner,” he says to me. With a final look at Vincent, he leaves. “How intimidating,” I say in a flat tone, glaring at him. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips. “Do I intimidate you, princess?” He kisses my open palm, his eyes burning into mine intensely.My brain malfunctions. “I…not exactly…” His lips are warm and so soft. I bet they’ll fee