Choices : To Live Or To Love ?

Hell on Earth

In all her crazy thoughts she hadn't noticed that the car had stopped. Crap where was she? She fidgeted for her phone trying to dial the first person that came to mind. Only to realize he wasn't stopping her. The criminals of her generation were clearly weird or just plain dumb.

"Are you done?
You know you do have a pretty wild imagination. First, You aren't dressed like you're going clubbing. You look like crap, you're still in wet clothes. So unless you turn out to be a sexy mysterious stripper underneath all that " he pointed at her shrewd clothings.
" I figured you're probably a run away horny teenager.So tell me where you're parents are and I'll take you back there. "

Ouch!
" Really a horny teenager!I'm 23 years old dumbass "

" Well you don't look like a 23 year old woman to me " she was pretty beneath the hoody and all but he wasn't going to admit that.

" Fuck off, if you won't help me, I was doing fine on my own" and with that she got out of the car.

She felt like the world was being cruel to her. She'd planned this so well but neither of her two friends were available. Emma was away on vacation with her family and Zeus was probably riding some guy at that minute. As much as she needed help she wasn't selfish. Getting laid was super important too.

Christopher watched her from the safety of his car, this girl whatever her name was ,troubled him. She brought about feelings he didn't think existed in him. Sympathy, empathy, admiration and anger. He was the type of guy who was aloof
and unreadable. He had the ultimate poker face. She had broken through parts of his walls in a minute.

In his line of business it was required. Aside from being a business man he had secrets of his own. Something he lived for. The only thing that mattered was to get his two worlds right. No messing up, no women except for occasional one night stands. He had respect for his manhood you know.

Until her. He wouldn't have ever imagined he'd be waiting for someone so inferior to him to make up her mind. Or give someone a choice like he was doing with her. He wasn't totally inhuman. He would have taken her to the police or dropped her off as she'd suggested at the club and gone on with his life.

'Crap ' he cursed himself. This was going to end badly either way. She was frightened. Stubborn as hell but definitely scared. He decided to do something about it. He'd beat himself up later. He was taking her to his safe house. He's safe private haven.

She'd decided to walk to the nearest motel despite the eerie darkness. The sound of footsteps behind made her stop. Then Lucifer's clear husky voice rang out.

"Hey, let's go princess you can sleep with me tonight," he said softly.

" Fuck off pervert" she retorted pushing him away. That didn't go so well he admitted to himself. It had sounded way better in his head.

Since being nice didn't help he picked her up and carried her to the car. She wanted to scream but damn it He smelled so good. Like a mixture of confidence ,mint and fresh beach air. Was that even a perfume or just his natural scent? She held on to him tight but her mouth was throwing profanities while her body and mind seemed to be at cahoots once again. She was going to have to get used to this.

Well sleeping in Lucifers house can't be that bad. I mean it will be just one night in hell.