Have A Drink

Belle tapped on the screen of her mobile phone for the nth time. With each tap she bit her nails in frustration. How was it her fault? She hid her face in her hands and wailed in exasperation.

"I thought you might be sleeping." Belle was in her self-misery state and failed to notice the sound of door being opened.

"Oi! You scared me." Belle jumped in fright and put her palm on her chest to control the breathing of her heart.

"Am I a monster?" Alaric threw the tie on sofa chair and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his flawless masculine chest.

"Shall we have a drink?" Belle gestured with her hand, passing a sweet smile.

Alaric shut his eyes tightly to reject her offer, but on a second thought he agreed.

"Ok." The evil curve of his cold lips sent shivers down Belle's spine.

This Devil was up to something dangerous.