A week had passed in the blink of an eye. Arabelle had not stopped visiting the bar. Just like other days, she had checked out of work and had headed to the bar immediately. Now that she had thought of it, she realized it was pretty stupid waiting for a man that she could only recognize by his voice.
She wasn't even that sure that he could help her but she had waited for him for a week already. She sighed knowing she had to give up looking for him. She would find someone else to help her.
She chugged down drink after drink thinking of it. The way it burned her throat made her feel somewhat relaxed. Her sad eyes glanced around the bar and they came in contact with silvery gray eyes.
She quickly looked away and continued drinking. She soon began feeling dizzy. She stood up with the aim of heading out of the bar but her steps wobbled. She grinned foolishly, smiling at no one.
Just as she was about to exit the bar, black dots began to appear in front of her eyes. Her body went limp as she crashed to the ground.
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Arabelle's eyes suddenly fluttered open. She groaned as she sat up, holding her head. Her eyes scanned the room and they widened incredulously when she saw that she was in an unfamiliar room. Her heart beats increased wildly seeing that she had no idea of where she was.
'Where am I? What is this place? Heaven?' Different questions popped into her mind but they were all left unanswered. Her head throbbed and she felt pains shoot to every part of her body. She suddenly recalled what had happened. She remembered drinking and then standing up to leave but after that, everywhere went blank.
Her eyes widened when she thought when she thought of something.
Her eyes quickly went to her body, trying to see if there was nothing amiss. 'My clothes are still on me. I don't feel any pains in my body except for this stupid headache so it should mean that nothing happened right?' Arabelle thought. Her eyes looked as if she were in a daze.
She quickly sprang up from the bed after arranging her thoughts. She ran to the large folding doors like someone being chased by lions but a voice made her halt in her tracks. Her body stumbled forward a little due to the sudden halt.
"Going somewhere, cupcake?" A sexy, deep masculine voice spoke. The voice sent delicious tingles down her spine as she shook involuntarily. A sudden gasp escaped her lips when she realized something.
That voice...it sounded so familiar. Like the man she had met at the bar not long ago. She was quick to turn around and her eyes widened when she saw the man's insanely handsome face.
Eyes silvery gray, which looked like as if there were stars in them stared at her as if they were piercing into her soul. The man's gaze was smoldering. She looked at his features which looked too good to be that of a human.
His lashes were surprising long and thick for a man that even a woman would become jealous just by gazing at them. His thin lips curled to the side as a smirk formed on his face. Every single part of of him made her short of words. He was oozing of intense sex appeal.
"Who are you?" She wondered how she managed to ask even though she was muddle headed.
"The devil." The man said as a devilish smile appeared on his lips but his two words were enough to put Arabelle's mind in disarray.
Her brows creased as she stared at the man in front of her. "haha." She forcefully laughed.
The man slowly strode to the one of the cushions inside the large room, making himself comfortable "You said you didn't care if you sold your soul to the devil, became his bride or accompanied him in hell." The man paused.
A devilish chuckle escaped his lips as if finding the last words amusing before he continued, his hand reaching for the glass of water by the bedside table. "As generous as I want to be, to get your revenge, you have to do all." A serious look appeared on his face as he stood, walking up to her.
Arabelle turned towards the door, making a run for it. Her hands touched the doorknob and she successfully opened the door but a large palm slammed on the door, preventing her escape from being fruitful.
Now, she was questioning herself. Why was she running when she was the one who waited for this same man for a week? Now that she finally had the chance, she was naturally not meant to waste it. Thinking of that, she slowly turned to face the man. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized how close their faces were.
The man leaned down and whispered sensually into her ears. "I told you already. The devil gains twice more than the other party would benefit. Are you ready to do all you stated?"
Arabelle slowly thought of it. She had stated that she was ready to be the devil's bride. Color slowly left her face when she realized the meaning of her words. Her drunkenness on that day was slowly turning out to be a disadvantage to her. Was she really ready to be this unknown man's bride? His wife?
"I will go home and think about it and....." She suddenly trailed off when the man raised his perfect left brow at her, with his hand caressing her lips.
"Have you seen anyone go back to earth after being to hell? Since you have said you would accompany me in hell, then it is a must." The man clicked his tongue at her naivety, the strong air surrounding him becoming even more overbearing. He had the aura of a king.
He casually walked away from her, leaving her stunned figure standing by the door. What were the odds that her luck was so bad that she ended up in a place with little or no escape possibilities?
"Welcome to hell, cupcake." He had said the last words so casually that Arabelle couldn't help but panic. Why did fate have to let this happen to her?