I'm Lucifer's Wife

4

Meeting with friends

"I really can't believe it!" Irish exclaimed as her eyes sparkled. "He's extremely gorgeous!"

"He's a living god." Charm added having that same dreamy look in her eyes like Irish. And I mentally groaned. "I wonder what he looks like shirtless."

I shook my head as I look at my two bitch friends fantasized about that asshole. I really can't believe they look like some sick kind of a fan girl right now. And because of him, no less. Though, I give him a credit for that. These two never fantasized over a guy unless they're model or actors, and he's none of the two. And I, reluctantly, praised him for that. It means, he got into their standards.

I remember their faces were priceless that moment they saw him the other night and still, they hadn't stop talking about him. It actually irritates me hearing them compliment him and everything, but looking at the jerks makes me want to laugh and forget that irritation. Clearly, if my bitches were under his charms, expect not from my jerks. How I love watching them fought over it. Seriously, amazing from start to finish. Just like now.

"So this is what we're going to hear again?" Harold spat irritably and I fought the urge to laugh. They look so adorable with those jealous looks and pouts.

"What's new about that guy anyway?" Chris commented snidely.

While the girls seemed to be love talking about him. These guys all looked annoyed for some reason. Well, I understand Franz's state. But for the two, not. I guess a jerk hates also a jerk. Just like how a bitch hates her own kind.

"Good thing, Allie seemed to be unaffected unlike you two." Christian looked at me. And the others followed.

"Why would I?" I asked innocently. Why would I be?

"Didn't you find him attractive?" Charm asked.

I shrug. "He is one. But he's not my type. So, it's a no for me."

I smirked as they gasped at my comment. Well, he may be attractive, but I will never fall for his charms. My hate for him is stronger than his charms... or him. They can speculate every reason they want to. But none of them will know that of course. Well, except for Franz.

"Good to know someone still has her mind." Harold added with a bark of laugh.

Irish eyed him dangerously. "You mean to tell me, we haven't?!"

He shrugged. "I didn't say that."

"Why you –!"

She was about to throw a punch at him when someone scoffed making her stopped. And making their eyes turned into hearts. And I fought the urge to roll my eyes in disgust. What could they like or love about this asshole?

"Can I join you?" he asked while looking at me.

I looked around hoping I'm not the one he's talking to. Unfortunately, I am the only one on the direction his focused with. And I can sense the others eyed us back and forth as if there was something there that they were able to see and we haven't. Or maybe they are curious with the animosity and tension surrounding the both of us. Though, the guys glared at him heatedly.

"So?"

I was about to answer when Irish beat me to it. "Of course you can!" she said joyfully. Almost jumping like a child who had a gift for being a good girl.

I didn't bother looking at him anymore because I could feel the intensity of his stare as if willing to melt me down. I even guessed that he didn't bother looking at Irish as he gave her an answer. I just focused on Franz, tense and aware of his posture and breathing. Waiting for that moment he'll snap.