The Devil Named Deimos

Reschedule?

I kick my covers aside. I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking about him. I feel bad for what I did, and I have the oddest urge to comfort him. Seeing how broken he looked in the elevator plucked my heartstrings. He was furious, but at the same time I saw another side of the Devil. He was hurt. It seems like he really did love the girl. It's odd to think someone like him could feel something so strong for another person. I guess love does work in mysterious ways.

My mind drifts to the proposition told to Deimos and I at dinner. We never spoke about it on the way home and now it all settles on me. I can come around to understanding the merge. Even though I don't quite like putting my trust in the Devil, I know he is an excellent businessman; and I know together, our company could soar. But marriage?

I turn towards the balcony door I left open, the breeze blowing in, calming me. I just feel like marrying Deimos would be completely unnecessary for the merge to be successful. Then again, we would become the power couple, and our future merged company would receive more attention. More sales. More profit. More success.

Could I sacrifice my personal life for the success of my business? 

That was the last thought on my mind before sleep welcomed me into its arms.   

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I wake up in a tangle of my sheets by someone ringing my doorbell. I groan as I drag my feet to the door, smoothing down the loose men's shirt I'm wearing and attempting to tame my hair. I am not, and never will be a morning person. Happy people in the morning annoy the shit out of me. 

I open one of my french doors to a scrawny man holding a brown package. I rub my eyes and try to wake up, but I still feel half-asleep. "Yes?" I say groggily.

"Are you Ms. Aurora Vulcan?" The delivery man asks with a shaky voice, his eyes glued to his clipboard. His uneasiness to make eye contact with me brings a sleepy smile to my face. 

"The one and only, what do you have here for me," I pause to read his name tag, "Larry?"

"A package from Mrs. Vulcan regarding the Annual Vulcan Gala in two days time," he says as he hands me the box with trembling hands. I gently take it from him, not sparing it a glance. I already know of its contents, which is most probably a dress for the gala. A dress my mother chose. She does this every year, spending thousands of dollars on a dress she knows I would feel guilty not to wear. I wish she would let me choose; after all, I am the host this year. 

Larry leaves and just as he does I hear a door close down the hall. The only other person who lives on this floor is Deimos. He probably just received his invitation for the gala, but I wonder how long he was standing outside his door for. Did he see me? Like this? 

Why do I care? Dammit. 

I huff in frustration and drag my feet right back into my apartment. 

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Leon hands me my coffee the minute I enter my building; its familiar scent filling my lungs. "Good morning, Aurora," Leon says with his trade mark tilted smile, which brightens me up any day. He is the only person who calls me by my first name in the office, because after being my secretary for so long we've become good friends. 

"Top of the morning to you too, Leon," I say and tip my imaginary hat towards him. His presence has the ability to automatically cheer me up. "Tell me, have you and your hot hunk of a fiancé set a date for the big day yet?" We begin the walk to my personal office as people greet me on the way.

"Jeremy and I only got engaged last Tuesday," Leon laughs as he passes me the tablet with my schedule, "but I assure you Ror, you're invited." His blue eyes sparkle as he mentions Jeremy, and I melt a little inside.