Devils with different masks

Angelica

“So, where do you want to hold your wedding?” Siren asked as soon as Curtis left, as though his presence was preventing her from asking. I knew if his presence was stopping her from doing anything, it had more to do with my little lie than my wedding. I had dragged her into my ploy without warning and was more surprised by her compliance than I would have been if she threw me under the bus. I wanted to know why she played along more than she wanted to know how I knew everything I knew.

Still, I answered her question naively. “A cathedral.”

“Obviously. You are an angel.” She said it like it was a bad thing. A few boring questions later, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She plopped herself beside me. “Are you going to get me out of my misery any time soon?”

As soon as I was certain we were on our own. If Curtis only used this place for sex, I didn’t think we were being watched. But with men like Curtis, everything was possible. They never let their guard down for a single se