Lucifer

6: My New Neon Underwear Collection

Ava's POV

The next day me and Emily were woken up by our buzzer. It can't be Joey because he knows not to disrupt my sleep. Especially on my birthday. Who could it be ? I press the intercom button and the guy on the other side replied, "Delivery for Miss Ava". What timing ! I guess they finally bought my book. On my birthday. Gotta give props to Amazon. Thank You. I buzz him up because there is no way am I going down in my pajamas which could easily pass as panties.

The door bell rings shortly after. But I was not prepared to see what was on the other side. A guy in his mid twenties wearing a t-shirt and jeans which means he is certainly too well-dressed to be called a delivery guy, walks in with lots and lots of boxes. I am about 100% certain that I did not order 50 copies and only one.

What the hell is going on ?

"If you could only sign here" he mumbles.... He has not see my face for more than twice during the entire time he entered in the apartment. Huh? Intresting.

"I think this is the wrong person" I say without looking at the paper he handed me. He looks up confused.

"Are you not Miss Ava Thompson ?" He asks.

"I am but...."

"Then I have the right person and the right apartment" he interrupts. I huff. Fine then. Let's play it dirty. I snatch the pad with the paper and the pen from his hands and look down. It said "Sender: Mr. Lucifer Knight
Reciever: Miss Ava Thompson" that son of a birch..... Sorry Mrs Knight.

I sign and return it back to an amused looking delivery boy. "What?" I bark. He immediately covers his grin up, steps behind and leaves the apartment.

I open the biggest box and a note falls down on my lap. It was folded neatly. I open it and start reading:

Ava,
I couldn't help but notice your dilemma when you unknowingly informed us about your Neon Underwear problem and so I believe that thsi will solve your problem. And I hope you wear this when you come to work for me.

Lucifer.

That bitch.

Let me get my hands on him.... "Who is it?" Emily's foggy voice cuts off my train of sadistic thoughts.

"A parcel" I reply. Not giving anymore details.

"From whom?" Nosey whore.

"Mr Lucifer Knight"

"You bitch ! I knew you fucked him !"

"I didn't fuck him !"

"Yes you did !"

Ugh.... I am done with this conversation. "Well what does it have?"

"A new neon underwear collection"

"Lucky slut !"

"Not really. This is enough for 30 of me. He sent me 20 pairs of underwear and the other 10 are not in pairs so they can be worn anyhow."

"Lucky you! I just threw out your last one!"

Now she is outside in the living room and not shouting on me. Great. The neighbour's can have a peaceful sleep for another hour.

"Indeed. How did he know you threw out my underwear ?"

She gasps loudly and dramatically. Typical Emily. "I know where this is leading. He is infatuated by you. He can't get enough of you and he wants to have you for himself. So he has someone spying in you that reports everything back to him. I know his type. He is the possessive type and he hates to see you with anyone else. So he asks you to be his girlfriend willingly or he blackmails you and then you two fall in love and have 5 kids whose name will be Matthew, Michaelangela, Raphael, Barachiel and Arial !" She gushes out.

"So that is where you get your sassiness. Huh... The girlfriend thing is not so bad. Why didn't I think of it before? Damn it ! Why those names ?" A very very very familiar and a very very very very 'in trouble' voice is heard from our door. Wrong time.

"Who do you think you are ?" I ask eerily silent. His expression changes and he knows he is in trouble. Right.

"Umm.... did you not like them? I can send the ones you don't like back.... " Lucifer offers.

"Why would I need you to buy me underwear ? And what do you mean 'when you come to work for me' ?" I ask. Same tone.

"I named your children after God's angels." Emily cuts off our interrogation. She gives me a glare which has me looking the other way.

"God's angels? Why?" Lucifer asks genuinly curious which earns him a glare. Dude, who are you? Even I figured it out. Thank God she didn't say Gabriel.

"Well 'Ava' is an angelic name. Eveyone knows who 'Lucifer' is... so well I only thought I would be a complete family if everyone in the family had an Angel's name. I mean you can name one 'Jesus' too." I glare at her and she glares right back. "Ava, I need nephews and nieces to spoil. Don't give me that look." And here I thought my grandmother was dead.

"And I need nephews and nieces to spoil too. You don't see me pressuring you."

"It won't be long before you are married so that's fine. I don't want to have children before I am married. And it doesn't look like Prince charming is coming any time soon." Lucifer is long forgotten. So are our clothes which we are wearing.

"Fine. We get married and then we go to a sperm donation agency and get pregnant. You will be the mom and I will be the dad" I offer. Now let me tell you. Me and Emily have had night long discussions on this topic so we are not strangers to it. I bet you changed your definition of wierd.

"What?" Lucifer makes his presence known once again. We turn to him.

"Why not?" We ask simultaneously.

"No reason." He says quickly and then clears his throat "Miss Thomson can I talk to you ?"

What the fuck are you doing now?

"Yes"

"Umm.... If you don't mind... I mean I don't mind at all" then it clicks that he is talking about my clothes.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier. I bet you had fun staring at my ass. Not that yours is had. Yours is just yum.... And those lips.... I would love to see you in your boxers or Calvin Klein underwear. Holy mother of God what did I just say?" I look at Emily embarrassed and she looks like she is about to break out laughing. I risk and look at Lucifer and he had a devil smile on his face. "I just gonna act like that didn't happen and go change"

Really Ava? Calvin Klein? Well in my defence Pietro Boselli and Jaime Dornan are edible in those underwear. I need a therapist.

PUBLISHED: JUNE 24, 2016