"The fuck do I pay you for anyways?" Lucifer demanded.
"You pay me to help you with your issues." I replied calmly.
"No, I pay you to listen to me, get me drinks, and whatever the fuck I want."
"I literally just said that."
"Just get me my goddamn burbon."
"Yes Lucifer." Jesus. This man is so goddamn demanding. And to top it all off, he thinks he's the devil. Sometimes he acts like it, like seriously, the fuck. I get paid nicely, so I get him what he wants, listen to him, etc. I grab the burbon from the cabinet and pour him some in his "prized cup." Said he made it in hell itself. "Here, Jesus." I said as I
laid his precious cup before him.
"DO NOT SPEAK OF MY BROTHER." Lucifer demanded.
"OK.. je-... Jeez." Did I also mention the fact that I live at Luci's penthouse... Yeah... I know. I'm on The Devil Duty from 9 to 5. The rest of the time I just hang out or something. He gives me lunch breaks and stuff. And no, I'm not his slave or anything. I took this job on purpose. I was at a low point in my life. I need cash. And a place to live. And hey, I don't mind seeing Lucifer shirtless every morning either. It is QUITE the view.
Anyways. I went to my "room" and started to change my clothes when I heard a knock on the door. I was butt naked so I grabbed a towel and threw it over my body. "Come in!"
"Ah ye-- oh. Seems I've interrupted you. Go on, continue."
"Asshat."
"Well, I do have a fine ass. Anyways, I'm leaving for awhile. I have some business to attend to."
"Yay." I replied sarcastically.
"Ok, I'm leaving now."
"Have fun." I chimed.
"Yep." He said as Lucifer walked out of my room.
I took off the towel an-
"OH and I'll- seems I've interrupted you again."
"ASSHOLE."
"Just please clean up the mess in the bar."
"Ok. You can go now!"
He winked at me as he slyly walked out. I face-palmed and put on my booty shorts and a tank top. Picking up the phone, I dialed Megan, my best friends number. "Hey bitch."
"Sup slut."
"Wanna come over?"
"Sure."
"Ok." Fifteen minutes later the elevator dinged. "Hey!" I screamed as I hopped off Luci's precious piano. "Wanna drink?" I asked as I poured her a glass of wine. "Of course" she replied. An hour and two drunk demons later Lucifer arrives back home. "Darling, I'm home!" The asshole shouts.
"Clearly." I slur while walking up to him. "Oh! I see you've brought a friend! I'm always up for a threesome I suppose." Lucifer remarks. "You eidiot... She gaaAy." I slur, sounding like a dying monkey.
"Oh! Well I do suppose I could just watch then."
"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. I'm going home Aurora, see ya later" Megan half shouts on the way out. Megan left, leaving a very drunk me, and Lucifer standing in his living room. "It's to fuCkinG hoT in HERE." I half scream while taking of my tank top, revealing my bra. "Oh goodness me. Seems I've been gone and hour and your already undressing again. For His sake, it's only 1 pm." He states. Lucifer picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and plopped me down on his bed, all the while I was protesting, mind you. "But it tO FuCKiNg hoYt iN heRe." I whine.
"Well first you need to sleep off your, well, drunkenness." He says. I hop up grab Lucifer and push him onto the silk sheeted bed, and straddle him. "Aurora, I recommend you get off, before I do something very bad."
"But I'm HoRNy." I whine. He flips me over leans down about two inches from my lips and looks me in the eyes. He gives me a peck on the forehead and pulls the sheets over my body. "Perhaps when your sober, luv." He, annoying, states.
"Hmmph." I pout, but eventually fall asleep.
I woke up to see dark, enchanting, eyes looking down on me. "Ah, your awake love."
I managed to grumble out a "yes." Which sounded more like a "chest." Speaking of chest, why am I topless? And why the fuck can't I remember anything from last night? "Why am I topless. God--- we didn't.... Did we?" I ask, horrified. "Unfortunately, no. You decided to get drunk to the point of no return, scream at the top of your lungs, and then try and fuck me."
"Fuck." I groan. Standing up, I grab a robe from the bedside table and wrap it around my half-naked body. "So, what time is it?" I ask.
"9 in the afternoon." (And your eyes are the size of the moon. Sorry had to make that reference.) "Holy shite." I stumble over to the fridge, and grab milk out of the it. I chug the rest of the milk, which is only a little, and sit up on the marble bar. "My head hurtz..."
"Well luv, when one gets drunk, one tends to have a hangover the next day."
"I know that, asshole."
"Well, if your done complaining, could you pick up a business client of mine and bring him to the penthouse?"
"Yeah, need anything else? Drugs, guns, other illgal items?"
"I'm good."
Thirty minutes later I'm at the "clients" house. " I see him walking out of his mansion, and he gets in the car. He's well built, and he has alluring eyes, one blue, one green. "I'm here to take you to Lucifer's." I announced.
"Ah, you must be Aurora, I'm Luca." He says in a deep, sexy voice. "Oh, uh yeah!"
"I hear your like Lucifer's maid of sorts."
"Well, I mean, I get stuff for him, and live with him, but that's about it." We spent the thirty minutes home talking pleasantly about stuff. Luca got out of the car first and opened my door for me. "Why thank you." I said.
"Of course, you know, would you like to- um.. get coffee on Tuesday?"
"Oh! Of course Luca!" We rode the elevator upstairs and Luca and Lucifer went off to the office while I hung out in my room for the rest of the day. Around 10:30, after planning my outfit for Tuesday, I finally passed out on my bed, excited.
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