Lucifer

Chapter 7

They both get into his Maserati and buckle up. It's what Y/n expected, but she still couldn't help but be surprised. "Damn... nice car." Y/n says. Lucifer chuckles. "Thanks. It was a gift from my father" He says father in a... specific type of way. Like a way you would keep a secret. "So your father must be rich?" She asks, genuinely interested. "Uhh yeah. He pretty much has infinite money. But I don't take money from him. I'm a self-made man." He says proudly. He drives on the gravel road with the trees arching on top.

He drives from his house to the main road. As he turns onto the road, he puts his hand softly on y/n's thigh. She isn't comfortable nor uncomfortable with it, but it does hurt a little from the cuts on her thighs the other night. She notices from this angle that she can truly see his attractive features. The sharp jawline, the perfect nose and most of all his beautiful, captivating, blood red eyes. And his chest and muscles under his black dress shirt. It's as if, if he flexed his muscles, his whole shirt would tear. She stares a minute too long. "Am I really that attractive?" Lucifer asks as he chuckles. Y/n blushes and looks away "N-no!" She says, flustered. Lucifer chuckles, knowing that she is lying.

They arrive at the mall and get out of the car. At this point, Y/n seems a little more comfortable with him, but not completely. As they walk inside, Lucifer sees Louis Vuitton. "Hey, let's go in there." He says with a smile. "Uhh that's really expensive. You sure?" Y/n asks."Yeah. Remember I'm extremely wealthy. Buy whatever you'd like. Hell, there's no limit." He says, still trying to earn her trust. "Alright then." Y/n says, actually pretty excited as she smiles They go inside and Y/n buys a pair of heels and a bag and Lucifer picks out a nice dress for her.