The Angel And The Devil

Elena tried to catch her breath in the changing room, she counted to five, then ten, then fifteen but nothing, if anything she was getting more panicked and breathless.

One million dollars, who was that mad man? She hated the setting they did today such that they couldn't see the auctioneer's faces since they were below at the main part of the club, she hated it all.

"Here I thought you might need this," Derek kept a shot of tequila on the vanity she was holding onto like her life depended on it.

She nods with a thanks and took the shot, wasn't much of a drinker and she prided herself with that but couldn't help ask, "Don't you have something stronger? "

Derek was taken aback by the question but nod and left saying he would be back in a few.

He returned later with a pincer Shanghai vodka and left with a warning.

"It's really strong El that's why I brought half a bottle, please don't drink all." She nod knowing damn well she was going to drink all and look for a refill most probably.

"I'll talk to that bastard about what he did, I'm so sorry," When she only left nod, he got the message that she wanted to be alone the room.

Elena had promised herself when she started working with Sam–he was a bastard end of story, so she wouldn't let him make her cry, whatever he does and he has done a lot of things, she wasn't going to give him the benefit of watching her fall to her knees for him, never again.

She took the first swig of the drink, the bitter taste almost made her gurgle it out but she pushed it down, her thoughts were getting wobbly, she laughed out loud at the word and took another swig, she would get through tonight, she just had to keep her mask on, she told herself, keep her mask on and her wig tight then leave her eyes closed, that's how she survived this long.

*****

Sam smiled widely at Elijah who was doing all he could to not punch him in the face, for some reason the man irritated him.

"The angel is the back room, do you want me to get her for you?"

"No." he replied curtly and Sam Lord then pointed to the dressing room Elena had locked herself in, he handed him a set of keys.

"We keep the doors locked for security," Elijah took it and went in the direction without a word.

He could've easily asked someone to take her to his penthouse but he didn't want anyone else to touch her, she was his tonight.

It was a very stupid move on his part he knew, why pay one million dollars for a stripper when he could have any woman he wanted, heck he can have her if he wanted with one small smile but he didn't want that .

Honestly, he didn't exactly know what it was about her that had intrigued him, she was as good as any stripper should be, that was a fact but still, there was something about-

He halted those thoughts and pushed the key in , he turned the knob and opened the door.

He eyes strained in the dark room trying to find any proof of a living being there but it was dead silent and the dark wasn't helping matters. He was about to turn and leave when he heard a soft mumble from inside.

He closed the door to stop the noise from entering and focused all his attention on his hearing, there it was again, a female voice mumbling softly.

"Derek, get me another bottle I like this one better." He didn't know how he made out the words but he did and he didn't know what to think.

Wait, he was thinking, he just didn't want to pay attention to the thoughts.

He couldn't believe he threw out one million dollars for a drunk. Angrily , he wanted to turn and leave when he heard her again.

"It's just one fucking night fucking right, I can do it, maybe I'll even let him tie me up and spank me," She laughed to herself, "I heard those billionaires are into shit like that."

This time with a different fire in his blood, he switched on the flashlight of his phone and looked for the light switch then he flipped it, soon the moderate sized room was bathed in light.

His eyes found her sitting on the floor against one of the three dressing chairs in the room, she still had the red gown and her mask on, he felt the familiar heat in his body stir.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt something like that but after seeing her for just a day, emotions he has forgotten existed was stirred,he felt like a starved and caged animal finally let free and her mentioning being tied and spanked.

That woke up parts he thought had died along with his last submissive but the masked angel right there, he was really considering the reason for her having that title. She must've fallen from heaven for maybe sent to be a punishment to the men of the world, the curve of her hips alone were punishment enough, the fly of his pants would swear to that.

"I'll show that bastard what it's like to be with the masked angel, even the devil would be excited." The words were said in a drunken haze but his temperature increased so much that he had to look around the room for air conditioning.

Her milky legs sprawled out and the seductive dip of her gown weren't helping matters, he doubts they'll make it to the penthouse before he had her against him, around him, over him, whichever, he couldn't wait, and if what she said had any truth to it, well then, it's a good thing he came with the limousine.

He has always been close friends with the devil, he would love a taste of hell.