All Chapters of Fallon: Supernatural Bad Boys VII: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bree              I sit in class still seething with anger over waking up alone this morning. I keep replaying what we did and what I might have done wrong. There has to be a reason Fallon left without saying a word. Just when I thought we were getting somewhere too. I mean, we didn’t have sex in the traditional sense, but what we did was amazing.              Now, I feel stupid because I even dressed up in case he called me. I look down at my white razor back top and black flounce skirt and grimace. Thankfully, I opted to wear my plain, white all-stars instead of heels.              My pencil taps on the desk in a rapid staccato as I run through every scenario. The girl in front of me turns back and glares at me, but I glare back. I’m not in the mood to b

Bree              As I sit in the darkened room, I’m in disbelief that Fallon left me here without a thought. For hours, I pound on the door and call out to him and Lilith until I’m spent. Sliding down on the floor, I cry out, hoping that he’ll come back for me. But as the hours dwindle, my hope begins to wane. The place is locked down by some kind of magic. There’s no door or windows to escape from. Lying my back against the wall, I close my eyes and let myself cry. Tears rack my body, and sobs fill my chest. At some point, I must fall asleep. Unfortunately, I’m still in the dark, dank room when I awaken.              My body shudders as I wrap my arms around me to keep myself warm since there’s nothing to use for cover from the elements other than my own clothing. Eventually, the need to use the ladies

Chapter 16: Pacing does not workBree              Fallon has so much goddamn nerve. I can’t believe he did it to me again. Just when we get close again, he runs away. I swear that if he was here right now, I’d choke him.              I guess I should be thankful that this time he doesn’t leave me to starve to death. I might be bored, but at least I have a comfortable bed and some food that one of the demon servants dropped off earlier. Unlike the cellar I was in, this room is quite luxurious. It has a large king-sized bed, several well-lit windows with silky curtains, and a beautifully handcrafted vanity reclines near one of the walls. The hardwood floors are well polished, and the walls are painted eggshell white.              Taking one of

Bree              Something big is happening tonight. I can feel it. It’s been weeks since I’ve been trapped in this house and nearly a week since Fallon finally made love to me. He might not agree with my estimation, but it felt like more than sex to me. After that, it became harder for us to keep our hands off each other. Which doesn’t mean that I haven’t attempted to escape more than once. One time I even got further than the bedroom, but one of the demons caught me and dragged me back to the room before he snitched on me to Fallon.              When Fallon found out, he came into the room, pushed me against the door and pleased me until I screamed his name. We pretty much have sex whenever we’re in the same room. I can understand now why Zoe and Azazel didn’t leave their room for days. Sex is suppose

Bree              Resting my head on Fallon’s bare shoulder, I caress my fingers up and down his chiseled chest and smile.              If anyone had told me over a year ago that I’d fall in love with Lucifer’s son, I’d have laughed in their faces. Hell, if you would have told me that the supernatural world exists, I’d have sent that person to the nearest loony bin. But here I am, in a literal hell and lying in my love’s arms.              After I woke up from my restful healing, Fallon and I talked about what happened. He was so upset that I almost died and about his behavior. It took a while for us to talk about it and forgive each other. After that, he ushered me to Lucifer’s office, where we discussed what has been going o