31 Days with the Devil

Blair is an ordinary girl, working as a journalist. New Years Day, she is called back to work. Furious, she storms into her boss' office only to find his rather good looking son.
Throughout the day, she finds herself surrounded by extremely good looking men, although, they were all demons.
Demons aren't supposed to fall in love with humans, but we can only guess that rules are at some point supposed to be broken.

*WARNING* contains quite a bit of dialogue.
(We also give credit and belonging to parts which are from the game '10 days with the Devil')


11. Chapter 11

For the past half an hour I've been sobbing like a complete mess. I look like I've been more affected by Casper, Mitchell's and Paisley's relationship than them. Casper's sitting by my side patting my back awkwardly as if he doesn't know what to do but watch me wail.

"Better now?" he hands me another tissue and I nod vigorously sniffling. 

"You're a good person Blair," Is all he says, guilt smeared all over his features.

"Tell me Casper, why do I need to die? I never really asked.

"I can't say much. I can't change the future but in all honesty Blair, you don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry." I still didn't understand.


"I'm home!" I huffed as I put my wet belongings on the dining table. Thank god Flynn hadn't changed where he hid his keys because if he had then I'd have to stay in the rain. 

"Hello?" I called again but still, silence. Assuming that he wasn't home I quickly made my way down the hall and into my room to get a change of clothes. Deciding on the same sweater I always wear and some leggings, I put it on and then proceeded to go back to the dining room to eat the take away I had bought.

But then I heard shuffling and froze on the spot. 

"Hello?" There was no response. This only meant one thing, if it wasn't Flynn then we were being robbed. With swift strides I carefully made my way to the kitchen and to the drawers, where I'm pretty sure there would be some sharp items.

Taking the first thing out of the drawer I made my way behind a wall and took small glances to see when I should strike at the intruder. However he never appeared, which also meant he was really taking his time stealing things from the room. 

I was never the one to back down when it came to situations like these so I took the risk to open the door and plan to stab the guy with the object in my hand. Yes, I'm violent at times. When I was facing the door my hand reached for the door knob and turned it as quietly as I could. 

"Freeze you burglar! I've caught you red handed!" I had expected it to be someone else but instead it was Flynn....and must I also add he was topless with a towel hanging around his waist. His hair was also dripping wet. Sweet jesus. 

"What on Earth are you doing?" (A/N ahahhahahhahahah get it?)

"I-I-I thought you were a burglar!" I exclaimed and pointed my weapon at him.

"And what were you going to do with that," Flynn glared at the silver spoon in my hand.

"Spoon me to death?" This was my queue to feel embarrassed. My cheeks turned crimson as I turned away quickly with my back facing him.

"Nevermind what I said, just get out and let me change." He sighed and I let out an awkward cough before leaving. That was the most humiliating thing I've ever witnessed. With a loud groan I put away my useless weapon and began eating my Chinese take away. You'll always love me Chinese food. I took a fork full on noodles before taking out the fortune cookie and splitting it in half.

"Things aren't going to go as planned." I read. Well....I really needed this a few days ago. With frustration taking over, my hands scrunched up the small paper and threw it across the hall. What I didn't mean to do was throw it at Flynn. It was like in slow motion as I watched the small ball of paper hit the right side of his glasses and bounce straight off.

"I bought Chinese take away," shooting him an innocent smile I held up the bag of food and he rolled his eyes before sitting down. It was the least I could do especially since he was letting me stay with him, but then again they burnt down my apartment room. 

"You're wearing the same outfit again?" He quirked an eyebrow and in reply my head nodded.

"I don't have any other clothes. It was all in my apartment," I explained as I plopped a piece of crispy chicken in my mouth. Flynn stared at me intently before standing up and walking off.

"Hey! Aren't you going to eat?!" I yelled at him but still no answer. Shrugging I took his box of food and opened it. More food for me then. What I wasn't anticipating was for Flynn to come back and hand me a t shirt and sweat pants. 

"Um." I looked at him and then back at the clothes awkwardly.

"I don't want you being dirty," he murmured before shoving it at me, resulting in me having to actually hold it.

"Thank you," it came out as more of a question but he didn't seem to care as he just reluctantly took fork fulls of his food. Walking to my room I changed and I swear I didn't purposely take sniffs of the material. It just smelt so good.

When I came back all I heard was his room door closing. 


Author's note:

Once again, ignore my non edited chapter. Please don't point out the flaws either.


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