We had arrived. Well, I would have been feeling joyous if I had worn decent clothes. 

"Why do I have to wear it?" I asked as Callahan steered the steering of his luxurious car, BMW. I didn't have a clue he had a car like that.

"Did you rent it?" I ask.

"No honey, it's mine." He said as he very decently drove it and I, for the umpteenth time asked, "Why do I have to wear it?"

"Because I said so." He said without taking a glance at me.

My palms clenched as I looked at myself. I had this short, very, very short dress that ended just above my mid thighs. Two thin strings which anyone could call threads attached to it as it helped the dress to hang from my shoulders. When I sat in the car, I was scared that anyone could see my lingeries if they looked down. I could never bend in this.

As we finally got into the parking lot, I saw people crowding at the place. It was a famous night club in the city where it was almost impossible to get the VIP pass. Even Emily could not get it and she had often complained about it.

The long tower made of glass stood like a crown in the middle of the city and above its head was the club, Bad Boys. Neon lights were dancing from it as we could see it vanishing in the air and in Bold letters, Bad Boys was written where tiny lights glittered its borders. 

I wondered why it had Bad boys not girls as wherever I moved my eyes, I could only see a vast sea of girls. Wearing high heels, short clothes, tight pants and some of them even had clothes which barely hid their chest. There were indeed boys as well as men, and they had donned themselves in branded clothes that I could never think of buying. It could cause me my two whole months of rent.

I bit my lips as Callahan got out of the car, a man was waiting before us to get the keys. I didn't open the door as I was very nervous even to stand in this dress. Callahan came and opened the door as I said, "I'm not going there in these clothes."

He smiled. The famous genuine smile that screamed it wasn't genuine at all. "You will."

"No!" I put on my seatbelt as if it was gonna save me from him.

He huffed but the smile never faded as he leaned into the car and reached the plug of the seatbelt. He was so near that I pinned myself to the seat and my heartbeat rose. If he tilted his head toward me, his lips would touch my chest and I tried not to breathe heavily.

"Don't make me force everything on you." He said in a low voice that sent chills on my spine.

He unhooked me and grabbed my waist, he pulled me out of the car as I stumbled on him. My hands immediately reached the bottom of my behind so it mistakenly didn't show my undergarment to the man who was watching us with a bored look. He must be well accustomed to seeing scenes unfolding before his eyes.

"Then don't force it!" I hissed. "What about the contract? Does it have any don'ts?" I asked.

"For you? Yes." He said as he looked down at me while we stood there leaning against each other, "For me? No."

He was still taller than me even when I was wearing heels.

"Wha— that's unfair!" I growled, "I demand to revise it." 

"Well, I refuse." He said as he pulled away himself and took my hand in his as he dragged me to the entrance while I tried my best to stand still on my ground. But damn these heels! He yanked me and I stumbled behind him. 

"Why does this contract have everything in your favor?" 

He halted as I collided against his back and my face got slapped on his hard muscles. Gng!

He turned around and said, "This is the contract to make every second, every minute of your life unforgettable and let you experience all the fun."

"Going into the nightclub is fun?" I asked.

"So, what is fun for you, Carson?" His eyes darkened as his smile vanished and was replaced with a mischievous smirk that said he knew that I didn't have a clue of fun other than reading manga, that is. "To read books all day, working in the office all day and feeding the stray cats you call fun?"

"I— I love feeding the cats!" I tried to fight the losing battle.

"Yes, but that is not fun. That is what you do in your leisure to have a peaceful moment. Fun comes after that." His smirk got devious as he added, "And I am about to show you how it's done."

Before I could retort, he led me toward the lift and we went in. There were a few couples who were devouring each other's mouths like they hadn't eaten for days. My cheeks got heated as I diverted my eyes from them but they were standing right before my eyes which was rather impossible for me to divert my attention.

So, I tried to look everywhere but them and finally my gaze landed on Callahan who was watching me through the reflection of the walls. He had a smirk playing on his lips as I raised my brows and mouthed 'What?'

He chuckled and then his tongue swept his lip as his eyes glinted. My eyes widened as I warily stepped to my other side but he held my hand tightly.

As the lift stopped, all of us went out and there were a few bodyguards who were checking if someone had sneaked in without their VIP card. As their eyes landed on Callahan, they let us pass without any checking.

"They know you?" I ask.

"Yeah. The club owner is my pupil."

I nodded and looked at him with questioning gazes. "Pupil!"

He didn't say anything as we entered and music blared throughout the whole floor. There was a large crowd. Some were dancing, some were drinking and some were...well, making out in the public without any worries of their witnesses. They didn't even care.

Callahan took me through the crowd as he never let go of my hand and I felt the weird sensation of being guided by him as his large palm held my hand in a firm grip. I felt my heart racing with the sound of the beats of the music but my ears got warmed.

We took the open stairs and there we found a few couches where a couple of people sat. Most of them wore tuxes and had at least one girl beside them or on their laps. 

I had never gone to a place such as this and it made me uncomfortable but somehow holding hands with Callahan made my nervousness go away. I had this strange feeling that if anything happened to me here, he would protect me. He was a devil and I knew so well he would be unfair to me yet I trusted him. Even I had no clue why.

A man appeared before us in a silver tuxedo as he exclaimed, "Callahan! My man!" The man was so handsome that I found it hard to look away. He had light hair which was almost blonde and gray eyes that were very attractive. 

"Droy." Callahan said as they exchanged a nod and then shook their hands as if they were best buddies from the sophomore years. 

"I'm glad that you finally came here. I was beginning to feel you forgot about me." Droy complained.

"I never forget anything," Callahan said as Droy nodded.

And soon his eyes fell on me. As soon as our eyes locked, I felt I wanted him. I felt as if a strange drug had empowered me and it was hard to resist his charm. I wanted to do all sorts of adultery...

Wait! Adultery! 

Suddenly the mist of the charm he had on me vanished and I came to my senses. He was indeed very handsome like an eye candy but the unspeakable things I wanted to do a moment ago, vanished into a poof. 

I recalled Callahan saying that he was a pupil. My eyes widened. He must be a devil himself that was why I felt that way. I narrowed my eyes at him as he displayed a confused face. He looked at Callahan with a surprised face as Callahan laughed.

"She didn't give into my charm?" Droy asked and somehow it sounded weird. I rolled my eyes. So was he trying to get me into the web of his charm?

That sounded so ridiculous!

"She is special." Callahan said and it made my cheeks hot. Was that also one of his perks?

"Well, she is a beauty. Where did you get her?" Droy asked as if I wasn't there at all. 

"At the bar."

Droy portrayed a face full of disbelief and asked, "Now way! How could she have gone there?"

"Beats me," Callahan shrugged. 

Were they aware that I was present there?

"Well, hello!" I said, taking both of their attention, "You guys do know that I'm present here while you talk about me in my face." 

Both of them seemed to be fazed by my sentence as they looked at me with stunned faces. "She can hear us?" Droy asked.

"I wonder how." Callahan said. 

I looked between them and asked in an irritated voice, "Are you guys stupid or something? You have been talking about me the whole time and now you are asking if I can hear it or not?" 

Callahan frowned at me and Droy seemed to be mirroring his expression as well. Callahan said, "Let's go to the washroom."

I was stunned as I stepped back but he was still holding my hands. "Err... If you wanna pee, just do it by yourself. Why would I go with you?" 

"I am not going to..." He said through gritted teeth and added, "Just come along."

Both Droy and Callahan started to walk toward a corridor as I tried my best to yank my hand from his grip with failed attempts. My belly tied into a few knots as I wanted to scream my lungs out. Yes, I trusted Callahan but at the moment, both of them looked serious and it made me scared to the hell.

"Wh—why am I here?" I asked as all three of us entered the clean and lemon scented washroom of Bad Boys. 

I tilted my head around to see all the decorations in it. It was so decorative and sophisticated that most of the people took pictures here through the mirror. Now I know why they took pictures in washrooms. Before the mirror in the same bold letters, 'Bad Boys club' hung on the wall. 

However, when I looked in the mirror, I saw Callahan in his devil form. Red skin and very tall, looking through the mirror at me and Droy, in an even more terrifying form of a devil who looked at me as well. Dark blue skin with two horns which were smaller than Callahan's horns and the feet of goats. 

I felt my heartbeat stopped as I was alone in the washroom with two Devils in it.