Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Contract...? Macy turned around just as Damien removed those tacky sunglasses, revealing a set of eyes black as coal with hints of violet that flashed in the fluorescent lighting. His malicious gaze held hers for what felt like hours, days, years, eons -- Curiosity, fear and disbelief rooted her Louboutins to the floor while her mind raced for any feasible explanation as to why the same dark orbs that haunted her walk home last night were now on the new CEO of Brandon-Demmings. Was this real life right now? Her thoughts drifted back to Balthazar and his shop, the way he insisted his magic book was indeed not a hoax, How he spent so much time persuading her to sign some old paper, and how happy he seemed when she finally signed her 'x' on the line so to speak. What did she write in that book...? Oh yes, that her dreams and wishes were to be fulfilled, her ambition and drive finally recognized, and for the incompetent fucks to be removed from the company, including George and Andrea. His one stipulation was that he would take her soul. Macy almost laughed. Soul? She was still a living, breathing human being who had will and direction in her life. Whatever soul Balthazar managed to attain was probably completely useless to her, seeing as she was fine right now. Fully turning around to face Damien, she gave him a slight smile before walking back toward the desk. Balthazar had racked up quite a few creepiness points at his shop, and this moment only added one more as the realization hit her that the two men were quite likely the same person. What was creepier Damien disguising himself as an old man or Balthazar disguising himself a young businessman? Either way it was fucking weird, and she couldn't help the disgust that crept into her mind. Damien might have been handsome before, but now he was just some odd man with a soul fetish. Forgive me for not recognizing you sooner, Balthazar-- or Damien, whichever one is your real name, Macy said, the cool, unresponsive demeanor returning to her vocal tone and facial features. Forgive me for not noticing a creepy asshole as first sight. At first I actually thought the book was fake, but now I see that it's actually pulling through just as you said. What normal person wouldn't think that shit was fake? The payment was my soul, which you are free to take. As you said, you only live once, and I am quite enjoying this new stage in my life. It could be better, but it's still very, very nice. Better than the shithole I was living with George. The break in her facade was indicative of the residual hostile emotions aimed toward her old boss, but she momentarily swung her long ponytail left to right as shook her head in preparation for apology. Not many things could break her professionalism, but talk of poor treatment in the workplace was one of them. And being so concerned with how she treated her superiors, she couldn't help but feel guilty at the outburst. I'm sorry. But why are you here? She moved in front of Damien, not bothering to sit down in the chair. Even with heels she was a few inches shy of six feet tall, but what she lacked in height she made up for in attitude. Here to work more of that weird voodoo magic or what? Oh my, the power behind feeling sexy was definitely intoxicating. It made her feel brave and invincible, and while Damien was still her boss, he was also an old man who owed her an explanation. And she was Macy Hill, and she wanted that explanation now.