The Double-Blind Effect
Chapter 6: My, Oh, My. Part 2
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(Day 2, night)
"I'm so tired!" Charlie fell face first onto her oversized bed, pulling down her dress pants, and kicked them off when they reached her ankles. She was too lazy to change into some pajamas; unclipping her bra from the outside of her blouse, she pulled it off and tossed it elsewhere. 'That's better.' Slithering under the comforter, she rested her head against multiple pillows.
All the heiress wanted was to sleep and not think about Alastor.
Or anything of that matter.
Just sleep.
Within a few brief minutes, Charlie carelessly sprawled in bed, soundlessly sleeping.
It's time to ride the rainbow to Dreamland!
The audience wildly cheered for the princess, beckoning her to come to the stage. The auditorium overflowed with sinners, and more surrounded the parameters outside of the building. Outside the auditorium, enormous moving lighting was set in a left to right motion, shining brilliantly into the scarlet sky and numerous signs posted throughout the city that read 'sold out.'
"Oh, be still my heart! Vaggie, do you see what I am seeing?!" Charlie beamed brightly, peeking her head out from the thick black curtains behind the stage. She was lightly bouncing in glee as she whirled around to face her moth.
"Yup, I'm seein what you're seein," Vags replied; a warm smile worked its way across her face and into her eyes.
The Hell Princess couldn't contain her happiness; grabbing the moth's hands, she spanned them around, and their laughter resonated within the walls from backstage.
"Haha! Okay, okay… I'm getting dizzy, Charlie!" She said while slowing down their momentum to a complete stop, she let go of the heiress's hands. "You should go now, Charlie; they are waiting for you."
"Okay—just one hug!" She squealed, flinging her arms open as she rushed over to hug her girlfriend tightly.
The Hispanic sinner welcomed the embrace, enfolding her arms around her princess. One of her hands caresses Charlie's back before it ventured up to rest at the top of her head. "I don't think you can keep them waiting any longer." She said, patting her head.
Finally, taking a step back, she smiled lovingly at her moth. "How do I look?"
"Like a… princess?" Vags lightheartedly teased, and she received a playful push on her shoulder from Charlie.
"Be serious!"
"Hahaha! Why don't you look for yourself?" Vaggie strolled behind Charlie, turning the princess around, so she faced a long rectangular hanging mirror. "I think you look beautiful."
The Hell Princess's long lashes curiously blinked, staring at her reflection. The dress she wore was a stunning raspberry color V-neck halter dress with layers of chiffon. Along with elbow-length black gloves and a matching black rose clipped into her long, loose, blonde curls. Her family's apple emblem brooch nestled at the lowest end of the V-neck dress. "It's not too much, is it?"
"You're too modest! No. Now get out there and accept your award!" Vaggie gently nudged her princess out from behind the stage curtains.
Instantaneously, the stage light flashed down on Charlie, and the audience cheered once more. They applaud and cry out her name in glee.
"Charlie, you're the greatest!" One demon from the crowd announced.
"Please, princess, save me too!" A cyclops female wept.
"Show me your boobs!" Shouted a male demon.
She smiled at the mass, raising her arm to wave at them as she strolled towards center stage. The stage light followed along. Charlie stood behind the podium, and with a glance down to her dress, she sighed with relief. 'Phew, I'm not naked!' Any existing stage fright within her washed away. She adjusted the miniature microphone to her level, and the audience simmered down. A golden trophy in the shape of an angel was on top of the pedestal." Hello everyone! First, I want to thank everyone for coming down here tonight to celebrate this marvelous occasion. For the first time recorded in history, a demon was saved! You guys want to see the clip?!"
The mass emboldened.
"Alright, Mr. Stage Manager, roll down that projection screen!" The heiress turned around, watching the projection screen roll down; she shuffled off to the side of the stage.
The projector light shines against the screen, and a film clip rolled. Heaven's ray pierced through the pentagram sky, shining its warm and welcoming light upon Angel. The sinner engulfed in a brilliant light, and when it vanished, so did his demonic form. A golden halo formed above his head, and massive white wings enveloped his body before it spread wide open. Angel's eyes were closed, happy tears ran down his cheeks, and a crooked smile formed on his mouth. For some reason, she thought that smile suited him; it was genuine. He ascendedinto heaven's pearly gates.
When the film ended, and the projector screen rose, tears filled the princess's eyes, and when she blinked, the stored tears flowed out. Quickly, she wiped them away before returning to the podium. "I'm sorry—I wish, I-I came prepared with a written speech, so I'm just gonna wing it!" She graciously smiled.
"I want to first that my parents for believing that I could do anything I set my mind to." Another stage light illuminated over to her parents; they sat in a second-story opera box on the right-hand side of the auditorium. The crowd clapped and whistled. Her parents responded to the mass with a slow wave before smiling down at Charlie.
"Lastly, the second person I want to thank is my girlfriend, Vaggie. I couldn't have done without you. Come on stage!" Charlie turned around, beckoning the Hispanic sinner to come on stage.
"Aren't you forgetting about someone?" The moth replied in a voice she failed to recognize, and at the same time, it felt like she was communicating with a familiar stranger.
"What?"
They say he likes a good time
(My, oh my)
He comes alive at midnight
(Every night)
My mama doesn't trust him
(My, oh my)
He's only here for one thing
But (so am I)
At the moment's spur, the auditorium swiftly darkened around her. The black void swallowed everything and cast away all sound, leaving her deserted and frightened. The only thing that remained was the stage light shining above her. "Mom, Dad?" She stepped away from the podium and strolled only a few feet closer to where the audience once was.
No answer.
"Vaggie? … Anyone?" Her doe eyes scanned throughout the inky darkness in search of another life, and when she turned around, she noticed the podium vanished along with her trophy. 'My trophy! Now that's just plain rude.' Charlie paced over to the edge of the light's perimeter, searching for her girlfriend, or anyone else for that matter.
"My dear, dear sweet, Charlie." A singsong voice said, which held the slightest static sound.
The too familiar voice sent a jolt of shivers down her spine, giving her exhilarating goosebumps. When she twirled around to greet the only other being, she saw nothing. There wasn't a soul in sight; however, she got the eerie feeling she was no longer alone. "Who's there?"
"You wound me not once but twice, my demon belle!" A stage light turned on and illuminated its rays above Alastor. He stood but a distance from her.
"Al—Alastor!" She breathlessly replied.
"Attagirl! Now, you're right on the trolley!" He snapped his claws, and a devilish grin crept its way to his face.
"Erm—I… I don't understand. What happened?"
"Hmm, I can't say for sure. My, don't you look dolled up!" The overlord's dimly lit eyes lingered to the princess, giving her a slow once over.
Warmth spilled onto her cheeks, and her heart began pounding so hard that she thought her eardrums might erupt.
"But now isn't the time to talk about such trivial matters. I think you and I both know who you need to thank, my dear." His ebullient voice dissolved, growing dark and thick. The radio static in the back of his voice continued to play.
"Huh?"
The Radio Demon sauntered a few steps closer, and the light followed along. "I think you missed the part where you thank me instead of your frowning belle."
"What are you talking about? Vaggie has been supporting me since the very start." Charlie perplexedly stared at him.
"And how sure are you, my dear? She never trusted me, and she continuously questions your judgment. Whereas I have given you my word that I want to help you, and I've never questioned you."
"… She means well, and I've already spoken to her about it, so there's nothing to worry about." The Hell Princess defensively replied, but hidden within the words were the seeds of doubt. Why did it feel what he said was the truth? Without comment, her eyes shifted uncomfortably down to the ground.
"Tell it to Sweeney, and it'll only be a matter of time where the dame will once again continue to criticize your decision. Level with me here, wouldn't you agree this would put a hindrance on your relationship?" With half-lidded eyes, he watched her, waiting for an explanation.
Silent.
Alastor shook his head from side to side, disappointedly. "Tch-tch, that dame needs to put more faith in you, as I do. Personally, I don't see that happening." His deadly claw tapped his chin in wonder. "Now, what am I to do with you?"
"Erm—what?" Her voice grew quieter, and she apprehensively smiled.
"I think a punishment is in order, don't you agree? Shall I s̴͉̮̼̐̿̇p̷͎̂͆ͅä̵̡̗̦́͋͗n̷͖̮̩̙̍ḵ̴̳̓̌ you?" The overlord enticingly questioned as the sounds of static turned distorted in the back of his voice, and he strutted up the stage's short stairs.
A little bit older
A black leather jacket
A bad reputation
Insatiable habits
He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe
Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me, I might let it happen."
'Eep!' Charlie's mind squeaked. The gleam in his eyes was ominous but captivating, and she gulped. "N-n-now yo-you're not ser-serious are y-you? You're ju-just teasing me, ri-right?" Sputtering around a half dozen words, she watched him inch closer into her stage light's perimeter, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered harder than ever. "Umm—erm… st-stay back now, ple-please?" Her anxious body trembled with desire.
"Good heavens, are you giving me orders?" The Radio Demon laughed and murmured something about foolishness and watched her take a step out of the light's boundaries.
Odd, it felt like one of her legs was no longer touching the ground, and her doe eyes veered down. The ground beneath her feet vanished, staring into the pitch-black abyss, the princess wildly flailed her arms about as she became imbalanced, and slowly, she fell forward. "Aahh…" She gasped in dread, rotating around to look up at the light that grew smaller and further. The heiress extended her hand out for someone to grab it, to save her. 'Alastor…'
"Aaahhh!" She screamed, falling into the black void that slowly enveloped her whole, and in dismay, she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
…
….
…
"Charlie…" An unknown voice called out to her.
"… Charlie." It cooed.
"It's time to wake up, sleepyhead. You're gonna miss it!" The mysterious voice shook her shoulder.
The princess stretched her arms above her head and laid them down on the ground. Greedily, she inhaled air, and there was a subtle hint of saltiness to it. Her fingers touched powdery, soft yet firm… sand? Her moonbeam eyes slowly fluttered eyes open. "Wha…" Using her elbows, she propped herself up in a slightly elevated position, and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dusky atmosphere. When Charlie finally came to, she stared in awe at the landscape, stunning blue waves with white foam melting into the wet sand. The sounds of passing seagulls from the sky and the quiet hum of waves pierced her ears. Properly sitting up, she glanced over to the voice that called to her, and she warmly smiled to see Vaggie. She noticed her moth wore a cute black dress, and they sat together on a blanket over the warm sand. " Vags, is this really, Earth?!"
The Hispanic moth giggled, placing her hand around the heiress's shoulder; she drew her in closer and whispered. "Yup, it is, but don't hold your breath just yet, hun. Turn your attention over to the horizon."
Charlie complied, tilting her head curiously until she saw the rising specks of glimmer. The magnificent sun's rays peeked out from the horizon, transforming the sky into various shades of bright orange and yellow. The sunlit reflected against the ocean, altering its appearance; it made the water shimmer like a sea of gold coins. "The sun rising…." She murmured, marveling at the sight.
"Spectacular, isn't it?" Vags glanced at the awe-struck heiress.
"It's innocent, like a promise of a new beginning." Smiling, she stood and reached for her girlfriend's hand. Their hands clasped; Charlie pulled her girlfriend up. "Race ya!" She declared, darting towards the ocean where her bare feet greeted the cold waters.
"Cheater, you got a head start!" She chased her like an 80's comedy movie.
"Hahaha—it's COLD!" Her laughed was short-lived, then she profusely shivered, hugging herself and rubbed her arms up and down to generate warmth. 'Well, swimming is out of the option.' Glancing at her reflection in the clear waters, she wore a simple aqua sundress that stopped just above her knees.
"Serves you right." Vaggie snickered, and the heiress annoyingly huffed, then abruptly kicked some water at her. "Hey! Oh, you're so on!" Bending downward, she splashed seawater at the Hell Princess.
A splash fight broke out that ended quickly because both demons quivered and called a truce before retiring to their sanctuary. Passing Vaggie a towel, she collected one for herself to dry off.
"Let's go for a walk. Maybe we'll air-dry faster." The moth sinner tossed the towel over the beach blanket and took Charlie's hand. They strolled the beach's shoreline.
"I wonder, where exactly we are?" She scanned the opposite side of the coastline surroundings. It was beautiful untapped nature. Majestic tall palm trees and tropical flowering bushes walled that end and appeared to continue for miles.
"That's easy; we're in El Salvador, where I grew up."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Her attention shifted to the Hispanic moth; her eyes twinkled with glee.
"Are you happy, Charlie?" Out of the blue, the moth questioned.
"Yeah, I couldn't think of anyone else I would rather be with than you, Vaggs." The heiress innocently responded.
"How can you be sure?" She abruptly stopped their walk, relinquishing the princess's hand.
"Huh? I don't get what you're implying."
Whirling around, she faced her princess, her arms folded behind her back, and a nostalgic smile crept up." Wouldn't you rather be here with someone else like… you know, Alastor?" From the distant horizon, the sky cracked like a mirror.
"Wh-what? You must be jo-joking!" She stammered, and color bloomed in her cheeks.
"Haha, check your cheeks, Charlie. You're cute when you blush. I don't think I've ever made you blush so frequently or ever stammer."
"This is ri-ridiculous! Why are we ta-talking about him? I'm with you, so let's keep walking together." Trying her best to evade the topic, she attempted to quell her jumpy heart after hearing Alastor's name with slow breathing exercises.
"Come to think about it; I also don't think I've ever made your heart pound that hard." The moth promenaded closer to Charlie, stretching out her hand to caress the princess's cheek. It seemed she was trying to produce a similar response that Charlie had with the overlord, but there was a lack of exhilaration in her doe eyes.
"Vaggie, I don't understand. What are you trying to say to me?" Charlie gazed at her moth with a pained expression. Why did she have the sneaky suspicion she wasn't talking to Vaggie anymore, and worst of all, why did she get a sense of déjà vu? 'How does she know all this?'
"Babe, I'm trying to tell—"
"I don't want to hear it anymore! I'm with you, and that's final!" She interjected, and like a frightened child, she turned around, covering her ears and closed her eyes.
The Hispanic moth tilted her head inquisitively, and a small smile played to her lips. Sauntering over behind Charlie, she placed her hand upon the princess's head and caressed it in comfort. The ends of her silvery hair altering slowly into a light blonde color. "Charlie, it's okay."
The soothing touch helped relax her shoulders, allowing her arms to fall, but her eyes remained shut, and she firmly believed if her eyes stay closed, nothing terrible will happen. "But I want to be with you." She apprehensively replied, yet there was a microscopic hint of hesitation. The heiress couldn't resist the way her body reacted around Alastor; it was compelling.
"Are you lying to protect yourself or me?" The voice sounded less and lesser, like Vaggie and more like someone she could almost pinpoint. Over the horizon, the sky further splits into several astray paths going as far as the ground. "It's okay. Open your eyes, Charlie." She leaned to whisper in the Hell Princess's ear. Blonde hair expelled out all the silverly ones, and slowly a pair of recognizably rosy cheeks formed onto the mysterious person…
The princess said nothing, nor did she dare to open her eyes.
"There's nothing to be ashamed about giving in to what you desire." The encouraging, familiar stranger's voice expressed.
Those words echoed in the princess's mind and played on repeat, bestowing her with the bravery she needed. Opening wide her doe eyes, she saw her desire stood in front of her.
"Tch-Tch, my dear, you ran off and made me chase after you, although I do enjoy a good chase." The Radio Demon wagged his deadly claw teasingly, and with a closed mouth, he mysteriously smiled, which made her heart involuntary leap.
"Alastor…" Charlie's La La land shattered into a million tiny pieces and unveiling her office back at the Hazbin Hotel. She couldn't help to take a quick glimpse over the shoulder, but to her surprise, there wasn't a soul in sight. Which led her to question if there was ever anyone there? Who was she talking to then? She honestly couldn't remember anymore.
"How long are you planning to play this cat-and-mouse game?" He chuckled; his eyes sparkled devilishly.
I swear on my life
that I've been a good girl
Tonight, I don't wanna be her
Her eyes flickered to the overlord; blood raced up her neck to warm her already rosy cheeks. The hesitation within her washed away, and a new form of confidence bloomed. Instead of her habitual routine of being scatterbrained and sputtering words around to form a sentence, she stared at him coolly. The heiress slowly sauntered over to Alastor, stopping only a few inches from him. "Shuddup..." The Hell Princess stared into his alluring eyes, noticing his pupils contracted into thin slits. She reached for him, her delicate fingers trailed over his neck, gliding around the back. Her mind went blank on everything, closing the gap between them. She forcefully yanked him downward; standing on her tippy toes, she kissed him infuriatingly hard, and she could feel his mouth smiling against hers…
The Radio Demon's deadly claws slid down her body and settled on her hips, drawing her further in until their hips met. He sealed his mouth against her, deepening the prolonged kiss. "My look, who has finally become bold." He barely broke the kiss to murmur, but in a rapid, almost ferocious movement, she intercepted his lips and met them with hers.
"Ha-ha, very funny." Charlie sarcastically replied between short, eager kisses.
"Ah baloney, you are, ma chérie. There hasn't been a dull moment with you yet." Once again, Alastor broke the kiss; his claws lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "As much as I like to see you squirm timorously, I also enjoy your vigor."
The heiress blushed like a schoolgirl from his words and saw his eyes smoldered with primal desire.
"Haha—there it is. Even with all that sureness, you cease to astonish me, my dear, sweet Charlie." Alastor's claw ran under the dress, giving her rear a delicious squeeze, and without further ado, he bent down to capture her lips in his.
Charlie's mind went numb. The sudden rush of pleasure was almost unbearable and ignited her body into a frenzy. A series of short inquisitive kisses wound down to slow-growing passion.
The clock set in motion, Alastor had Charlie pace in reverse towards her desk without breaking their kiss. He hauled her up onto the very edge of the mahogany desk, nestling himself between her thighs. It only took a flick of his tongue to have her fervently open her mouth and deepen their hungry kiss. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, and she let out a sweet moan.
The lack of air became excruciating, and the princess wrenched her lips away, heavily gasping for oxygen. Her head fell back, staring up at the ceiling with blurred vision as she felt the heat of his mouth against her sensitive throat, sucking and nibbling against it.
She heard the sounds of punctured flesh, the overlord yellow fangs sank into the crook of her neck, and his tongue slithered out to lap up droplets of blood. Helpless little sounds escaped her mouth as he sucked hard against the broken skin, and she convinced herself that her neck would soon match her cheeks…
His deadly claw sliced through the fabric dress, and she wiggled her arms out of the sleeve holes. Somewhere along the process, she lost her bra and her dress bunched up around the waistline. Alastor cupped her breasts until her nipples hardened. His claws tweak it, and from the jolt of pleasure, she arched her chest towards him.
The assault on her neck skewed down to her collar, and there was a certain gleam in her doe eyes when she stared at the crown of his head. Her subtle fingers glided up the back of his head, caressing through soft hair until it reached its destination. She massaged the overlord's deer ears in a circular motion. Those ears felt velvety and addictively soft than she ever imagined them to be.
He only grunted in response, and she figured he liked it. Charlie's toes curled back when his mouth claimed victory over her breasts, and he sucked teasingly on her nipple, kneading the other breast. Her breathing became labored and erratic. A tingling sensation was building up inside her, and the room felt a hundred times hotter.
It was a little unfair that she was already half-naked, and he had too many layers of clothes on. She needed to fix that pronto. "Please, get naked." Her sex drive took over her mouth, but she tried to be polite about it.
Alastor released her breast from his mouth, lowering his head, and his shoulders went up along the process; he chuckled. "Haha—ah, well, only since you asked so nicely, doll." He nonchalantly answered, taking a step back to remove his long coat and dress shirt.
The heiress keenly watched the layers of fabric shedding off his body to reveal his naked beige, scarred body and noticeable growing arousal in his trousers. By the looks of it, he was definitely well endowed. The princess growled in frustration from the lack of contact, yanking the Radio Demon back to her. She pressed her body into his, hovering her lips over his; she gives him a heated kiss. Flesh on flesh was truly a marvelous feeling. Her fingers danced along his calloused, scarred body, memorizing to detail each scar. Her lips abandon his and proceeding a trail of wet kisses down his salty neck.
Both his hands ran through her hair, gliding down her back to her inner thighs and lastly to their destination. Immediately, Alastor felt wetness trickling down her inner thigh; his fingers hooked around the hem of her panties and sliced through the material. He released her mouth, gazing lustfully down at her glistening sex. "Darling, you're already soaking wet." He said in a low husky tone and with the smallest hint of humor.
The smallest bit of warmth roused her cheeks, moving her head back, and before she could think up a comeback, his claws pressed gently on top of her sex. Charlie shuddered, gasping sweetly as he vigorously rubbed her clitoris before he plugged a claw inside her.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure continuously made her sex throb. Another finger was added in the mix, and it drove her off the edge, panting. Both fingers worked in sync, hitting her innermost sensitive walls repeatedly. "Ooh—Al!" She rasped.
For a moment, the Radio Demon withdrew his fingers to lick the bittersweet taste of her and much to her dissatisfaction from the loss of pleasure. He grinned darkly to her, lowering himself down his soft hair brushed against her inner thighs, and again his fangs nipped her inner thighs to draw out some blood. His mouth hovered over the broken skin and sucked viciously against it as she cried out euphorically. Next, his tongue slid and ranked against her wet folds. He had to keep her thighs steady and apart as her hips wildly buckled, and l helpless moans escaped her lips.
It was agonizing.
Her black fingernails dig into the desk, scratching through the wood, she intensely breathed. The pleasure was building up quickly inside her, ready to erupt from just his tongue. Charlie couldn't take much more; grabbing him by the head, she pulled him up to capture his lips against hers. Their tongues danced heatedly in each other's mouths. She didn't care that she tasted herself in his mouth.
In that infinite moment, he discarded his slacks, letting them fall to the ground. He grabbed her hips, positioning himself, and her legs automatically wrapped around his hips. Alastor grasped his throbbing cock and teasingly rubbed it against her wet folds. They both shuddered.
"Please, stop teasing me, Alastor!" The Hell Princess bellowed, and no sooner he inserted his cock inside her ridiculous heat.
Oh, fuck yes.
Alastor was inside her, and it felt like bliss.
Charlie whimpered his name, wrapping her arms around his strong back, her black claws dig into his skin, and he groaned loudly. Slowly sliding out of her, then pressed back into her tight core.
Again, and again.
In and out.
The Hell Princess's body trembled, and the Radio Demon rested his head into the heat of her neck. She begged him to pick up the speed and to sink in deeper than he could go.
An arrogant grin formed the corners of Alastor's month as he listened to her sweet pleads. Finally, he gave in to her demands and sped things up. He rammed his cock into her tight core and released a masculine groan from the back of his throat that bounced off the walls.
Faster and harder.
She squealed and squeezed her eyes shut.
"No, don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me, my dear." The overlord said throatily.
She obeyed, and cautiously she met his illuminate gaze.
"I want to watch you cum for me." Ardently, he thrust in and out of her at a faster pace; he felt her inner walls clenching around him.
It was too much heat, too much sweat, her throat ached, and she was ninety percent sure the desk might collapse at any given moment. The building orgasm deep within her was ready to send her through heaven's pearly gates of wet, sloppy bliss.
Closer.
And closer.
Just a bit more…
"Ooh—NnAH—Al!"
My, my, my, my, my, oh my
My mama doesn't trust you, baby
My, my, my, my, my, oh my
And my daddy doesn't know you, no
My, my, my, my, my, oh my
(Day 3)
"I'm… cumming!" Charlie exclaimed, springing up from bed, and erratically breathed. Her blurred vision was coming to and adjusted to the dark environment. It was still night out, and she felt so hot even with the AC blowing cold air. The sensation of sweat was pouring down her body. "It was… just a dream." She uttered.
Her doe eyes expanded from the unexpected wet feeling between her thighs; tossing aside the comforter off, she stared down at something… irrational. Her panties and sheets were drenched in the mess that she created. "Holy shit… this is not happening." Pinching her cheeks in hopes that she would wake up from this nightmare, but failed miserably.
This is a hard truth, but the truth nonetheless. "I had a wet dream about, Alastor."
Leaping out of bed, the heiress scurried for the dresser to shed off the dirty underwear and maybe burn it later. She put on a fresh pair of underwear, leaning back against the cold wall; she slowly slid down and sat on the carpet, then hugged her knees. She rested her forehead against the knee joint and tears burned her eyes, and her lower lip trembled.
She felt somehow that she betrayed Vaggie.
"There's no denying what the feeling I have is. I'm sexually attracted to him." The truth escaped her lips, leaving her to laugh hysterically, which quickly turned into a choked sob. "Who can I talk to?"
Who wouldn't judge her?
Or call her insane?
There is no way in hell she could speak her moth about this!
"Angel…" He said before that he wouldn't judge her. No, she couldn't tell him because she was supposed to be his therapist. What type of an example does she set for him if she came to him seeking advice?
The last and only person that would understand and would never judge her was her mom.
Hoisting herself off the ground, the Hell princess used her sleeve to whip away tears and any snot, strolling to her phone that was on the side table. She picked it up and dialed her mother's cell.
It went to voice mail. "Of course, it's going to voice mail." She glanced over to the alarm clock. 'It's three in the morning!'
"Hey mom, ha—ha, you must think I'm crazy calling you at this time… but if you can call me back, that'd be swell! I love you, mom. Goodnight." Click, she hanged up.
That's not what she wanted to say.
'How did you know Dad was the one?' Her unconscious mind inquired.
'No!' Whatever attraction she was feeling for Alastor, she will not peruse it! As much as she wanted to avoid him like the plague, she couldn't. They worked together, and she was certain he would catch on. The princess will have to deal with it and pray that this silly infatuation would… disappear.
So, for now, this will remain her dirty little secret…