The Devil is My Roommate

Chapter 4

"You've got to be kidding me? Did you seriously go all the way down the elevator just to do that?" I groaned as I face palmed myself. Louis found that hilarious. "Why didn't you start with that information? I would've never come!" I yelled turning my glare to him. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked closer to me with that stupid smirk on his face.

"That's why I didn't tell you. Don't worry, I won't try anything," he promised.

"Why am I living with you?" I whined.

"You needed a place and I have one. You're so interesting. No one has ever been able to resist me, yet you can," he explained. It wasn't much of an explanation.

"What the hell?" I groaned, tempted to pull my hair out. I wanted to cry. I can't believe I got backed into a wall like this. I knew it was my own fault, but I didn't want to admit it.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" He asked. I sighed before I shook my head. He took my hand and started pulling me toward the elevator.

"What are you doing?" I asked, ripping my hand out of his. He stopped and turned to face me.

"Dinner. Let's go," he said like it was the most obvious answer in the world. I sighed and followed him. I was starving anyhow.

"Why do you want me right under you?" I asked when we got into the elevator. He smirked and leaned in close to me, placing a hand on the wall behind me and effectively cornering me against the wall.

"Interesting choice of words," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and pushed against his chest. He didn't even budge.

"You know that's not what I meant," I countered as the elevator doors opened. He sighed and moved away from me.

"I can't tell what you're thinking, and that could be dangerous," he said as we walked out to the car.

"So what? You know what everyone is thinking?" I asked sarcastically as he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and waited for him to close the door.

"Yes... everyone except you. That bothers me, so I want to find out why," he answered before closing my door and going around to the driver's side as I laughed.

"So what, you're a mind reader?" I joked.

"No, I'm the Devil," he answered seriously. I paused before I started laughing even harder.

"At least you can admit it to yourself," I laughed. It was Louis' turn to roll his eyes.

"I'm legitimately the Devil, Megan. It's not a joke," he said as he drove off. I calmed down a hair before turning my attention to him.

"So what can the Devil do, besides read minds?" I asked rhetorically.

"I can pull out your desires, tell when someone is talented, telekinesis, spontaneous fire, etc.. there's really no limit to what I can do," He humored me.

"Do you have wings too?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes," he answered. I chuckled before facing forward again.

"You're insane," I muttered. He sighed before parking the car.

"I would show you, but I'm afraid you'll go into shock. And since I can't read your mind, I probably won't be able to use my persuasion on you either," he thought out loud. I looked around curiously. We were in the shopping district.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Mooku's Kitchen. It's my favorite," he explained as he got out of the car. I followed his lead and got out as well. It was kind of crowded for a Monday night.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand again. I wanted to pull it away, but it was so crowded, I was afraid I would get lost. He pulled me along until we got into the restaurant. He seemed well known here. We were seated almost immediately. They looked at me suspiciously.

"Come here often?" I guessed. He chuckled and leaned forward with his arms on the table.

"Normally alone," he answered.

"Why are you treating me this way?" I asked. The way I sounded, you would think he was being rude to me.

"I told you, I'm going to crack your code," he said again. I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"There is no code to crack," I muttered. When the waitress came, she greeted him by name and a drink in front of him.

"Martini for the lady," Louis ordered for me. I wanted to tell him not to order for me, but I actually liked martinis.

"Take a look at the menu and see what you like. I recommend the duck tacos or truffle burger," he said. I thumbed through the menu before eventually settling for the duck tacos. The waitress came back, set my drink down, and took my order before leaving. I took a sip of my martini before setting it down. Louis was watching me intensely.

"What?" I asked.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"I'm wondering why you're staring at me like that," I answered. The waitress brought our food out and set it down on the table. Louis was right, these tacos were good.

"So Louis is supposed to be a name-play on Lucifer," I thought out loud. His eyes raised in surprise.

"Very good. You know most people wouldn't be able to make that connection," he said before taking a bite of his taco.

"So does that mean I can call you Luci for short instead," I joked. He chuckled.

"I'd like that," he admitted. We ate our dinner before Louis drove us back to the loft.

"So where do I sleep?" I asked. He pointed to the hallway.

"There's a room around the corner there," he said.

"One room?" I repeated. He laughed.

"You repeat things you don't want to be true, don't you?" He smirked. "No, there are two rooms. I wouldn't invite you to live here without providing you your own space. And don't worry... once the District is up and running smoothly, I'll be away on business most of the time so you'll have the place to yourself. It's more of just a crash pad while I'm in town. I install them in all of my clubs," he explained. That made me feel a little better. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase that held my clothing and headed towards the hallway.

"Which room is mine?" I asked. He led me down to the furthest door before opening it. It was like something out of a dream. There was a king sized bed in the center of the room and dark wooded furniture surrounding it. Dressers, a vanity, a full length mirror; Louis wasn't kidding when he said the place was fully furnished. The bed even had sheets on it already. I noticed a door on the far side and went to it to find the en suite. There was a giant claw foot tub, and a glass room stand-in shower as well as a privacy room for the toilet itself.

"Wait..." I paused. This room was huge. There was no way it was a guest room. "Is this the master?" I asked. Louis nodded.

"Like I said: I'm away on business most of the time. It doesn't make sense to put you up in the guest room when you'll be here more than me," he explained. In a way, it made sense. "Goodnight, Megan," Louis said quickly before he left the room. This was too good to be true. But then again, I was living with a crazy person who thought he was the actual Devil.