The Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

I waited for the man to fulfill his part of the bargain. The silence in the room stretched, heavy and expectant. Then, a sound broke it. A chuckle. It wasn't loud, but it crawled over my skin like insects. The man in the suit leaned forward. He didn't look concerned. He didn't look like a debtor paying up. He looked like a child who had just set an anthill on fire. "The devil told me that he would give me ten million for one of my eyes," I wheezed, clutching my ruined face. "Give it to me. I’ve paid. I’ve done it."

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Never thought I would see the day when my dearest Hailey would fall into sin. I mean she didn't just fall, she fell deep into it," Susie chuckled at me when it was just the two of us left. Of course, by now, you all should know that Susie was not just a devil incarnate, she was the devil herself. I, however, refused to give in to her taunting. I knew she just wanted me to say a word, then she could continue to make fun of me. Who was I kidding? With the characteristics of the woman I had chosen to be my best friend, I knew she would make fun of me for the rest of our lives.

The night just gets worse and worse, I thought. Isadora despises my drinking habits. I wasn't an alcoholic; I just had a low tolerance for alcohol and would pass out after two shots of tequila. In terms of wine, I'd have to raise the bar a little higher, which was exactly what I planned to do. But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

I thought about what Ginny said. Maybe tears might work on him! I start to think about some really sad dog movies to get myself to cry and once I was sure I have enough tears in my eyes, I started my act. "You are going to fire me anyway, aren't you?" I asked him with a sad smile, hoping it works and the devil somehow shows some form of sympathy towards me. "I should fire you and your Grandfather for what you did, Ms. Abrams." He opened his mouth finally but I don't like his tone or his words.

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar