The Devil’s Bèlle

A night with the devil

Celine fell to the ground, her breath hitched. Her hands reached for her hair leaving them tousled she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

” Father, where are you taking me to”

She began to feel a severe headache. The voice in her head repeatedly echoed for clarity.

The memory came rushing back.

The words Presidential Suite were enough to make Celine’s blood run cold.

She had been there before.

Ten years ago, when she was still young enough to believe her father might protect her.

— TEN YEARS EARLIER —

The presidential suite was unlike other rooms. It was reserved for the highest publicly recognized level—Passionate s*x assault billionaires, politicians, foreign investors, and underworld figures.No s*x worker prayed to be booked for the presidential suite among the s*x workers.

For Celine's first time in business, her first client and room service was the presidential suite.

“Father I beg of you, don't let him have me, "

Celine's tears were running down her face.

tilted to one side of the couch with the clung duvet to her chest covering her bare t**s.

“She's just a little girl, you know how ladies can be, ride on from here my friend “

Raphael shook hands with the man and padded his way out of the room.

“Come to daddy Bèlle darling I'll be gentle”

He walked towards her and cupped her hand.

Celine sniffled and shook her head in a rebellious sign.

“Ple-ple- ase. No. No”

She pleaded for mercy with a faint moan as her tears dropped profusely. The man had no mercy or conscience.

The memory blurred. Her Phone beeped

A message popped up on the phone screen: Don't keep him waiting.

She hurried to her dressing mirror, touched up her makeup, and dressed her hair.

”I bumped into you a minute ago and now you booked a night with me” she padded around the room like a serpent.

” What are you up to?”

“Devil! “She sounded sultry

“Clever”

He grabbed her by the waist. He felt the heat emanating from Celine” seems we don't need an introduction Bèlle” he said into her ear. Their hearts seemed to beat in sync. He was so close that her cheeks turned red.

Celine made her way to the bed, loosened her hair tie, and took off her heels. Her hair dropped in cascading waves

”Are you ready for a night with Bèlle? Diavolo or would I say, Devil!”

She curved her lips into a smile.

Ethan moved to the side of the bed, Celine moved closer and took off his shirt her hands traced his torso, caressing his n*****s. Ethan’s body responded like a spell was being cast on him.

“So tell me why do you think I'm an asshole” he said

Her hands froze for a second. Ho-ho- how did he hear that? No way. Is he really a devil?

“Of course” he snapped at her

Her eyes widened. She continued romanticising his bare chest “I mean you seemed like one” she tried to act bold sounding sultry “I mean if you didn't look terrifying then maybe I'll take my words back”.

Ethan stood up, pinned her against the bed, his eyes lingered, held her gaze, and searched her face.

” Is that so?” he raised his eyebrows. He sat, backing Celine bent. His hands rested on his lap.

” Sing for me “ he quirked a smile.

Celine bit her lower lip. She was tempted to tear him and do him dirty in bed but he only insisted that she sing and the right music for the mood was her soulful jazz. She could feel herself dripping already wet, she took off her designer underwear, bit by bit she undressed and now her breasts were in contact with Ethan's mouth, her n*****s became hard. Ethan grazed his hands through her body. Her voice became clear and sweet as she sang.

Ethan returned to his sitting position and allowed Celine to do her job. Her body leaned closer to Ethan's back, she sang into his ears moving slightly from side to another her hands soothing his torso.

“Come on, Devil touch me am all yours” she whispered into his ears.

His voice was low and steady.“The name is Ethan.“

“ I see the devil has a second name”

He pressed his forehead against hers. He clenched his jaw and held a smoldering gaze

” You know the word Bèlle or el-”

“Or else what” Celine cuts in rubbing her fingers swiftly on his lips.

He drew her closer brushed his lips into her breast “ I didn't tell you to stop singing”

“Uhhh” a gasp of her moan.

***

“Boss, we have to leave now” One of his men sounded urgent

Ethan sat up, his eyes travelling around the room with no sign of Bèlle. He nodded Clever.

“Boss the girl we didn't know when she left”

“Never mind go get the car ready”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“It's been days Bèlle. You have not rehearsed, don't tell me you are thinking of retirement “ Lucy said.

Lucy is Bèlle's manager, she prepares her for her performances and outings in The Grand Etoile, and she also schedules her activities. Lucy was assigned to Bèlle since Bèlle was twenty years old. She is the closest to Bèlle. She serves as a reporter to Raphael on Bèlle's compliance and behavior.

“Do you think that's possible, Lucy , don't be sarcastic” Celine said. The two ladies were dressed in their workout outfits. Celine put on the music for their workout session before she practiced with the pole.

“Ouuch” Celine tripped and landed on the rug. He’s not that bad after all. He’s terrifyingly handsome. Girl, his muscles are hot.

“Bèlle. Bèlle” Lucy called her out from her reveries.

“Huh?” Celine was startled.

“You tripped and suddenly you are lost in thought.” Lucy's hands in the air signified she wanted an answer

“He was different, and we didn't have s*x as usual”

“Celine, are you okay, what do you mean? Who is he”

“Daivolo I mean Ethan “

Lucy picked up her iPad and scrolled through.

“You mean Ethan Whitmore known as Daivolo. Thirty-nine-year-old mafia heir, CEO of Whit’s Oil & Gas, and one of the most feared men in the underworld. He inherited his family’s criminal empire alongside their legitimate business interests. He’s known for being ruthless, calculating, and nearly impossible to manipulate. Powerful businessmen, politicians, and crime lords know better than to cross him.

She paused.

He rarely shows emotion, He has never been publicly linked to a woman for long. And apparently…” Lucy paused, scrolling further.” he was in the presidential suite two days ago” A startled gasp

“I was in the presidential suite with Daivolo!” Celine covered her mouth

Lucy's eyes widened.”Did you guys—”

Celine shook her head. “We didn't “

Her eyes flickered “ Don't you think that's strange”

Celine’s heart suddenly began pounding. Before Lucy answered the door opened.

“Madam Bèlle, there’s a man downstairs asking specifically to see you.”