I shook my head as War stood up, looking dizzy, confused, and slightly embarrassed. He took a second to collect himself before he growled in D’s direction, then he grabbed his file and stomped into his room. I gave one last look at D, letting him know I knew what he was doing. He pretended not to feel my eyes on him, so I laughed, trying to get under his skin as I turned to go to my room.
I was giddy for a moment, knowing that I was going to go first, and I was determined to win this game. Not only would I be getting us out of debt with Lucifer, but I would have bragging rights for ages. After I closed my door, I took the file to my desk and opened my laptop. Fame thought I was stupid enough to fall for his tricks, but all I really needed was to know where she worked and a couple of her friends. Then I would be able to pull up a picture in no time.
As I read through all the pages, I started to feel impressed by this little lady. It looked like she was a media mogul in downtown LA and her company was calledMidnight.As I was doing some more digging, I saw that she represented some of the biggest singers, songwriters, and actors in the business. I also noticed by how her website was laid out that it had a hidden Demon page.
Since our powers ride the middle of demonic and angelic, we were in a unique position, able to see the magic of both. It looked like it was password protected, but that had never stopped me before. It took me a few hours, but I finally cracked into it and saw that she also repped demons.
She had her own demons on staff to help with demons trying to break into the human world, a demonic catalog for other known demons in the business with their contact information, as well as a demon for hire portal if you were looking for a job. It was quite impressive. I found a smallAbout Mesection at the bottom of the demonic page, so I clicked on it.Finally, I could get more information that I needed.
Now I had been around for a while, met many women, slept with hundreds, both demonic and human, but nothing prepared me for what I saw as soon as the page loaded. She was a stunning creature to behold, with dark long semi-curly locks my hands were begging to run through, perfect, pouty cupid’s bow lips that were made for sinful things, and skin that had this healthy ethereal glow to it that defied all reason. All of that was gorgeous, but what really drove me wild about her was her eyes. They were these dark obsidian orbs that called you into them, lulling you to stay in the void and be happy, fulfilled.
The picture was just the top half of her—one of those professional shots, taken from the waist up. Instead of wearing some frumpy suit or some conservative clothing like most, she wore a plunging, off-the-shoulder red dress that showed off her plump and perky breasts.
I wiped the drool at the corner of my mouth as I started to think about how fun this mandatory job had just turned out to be. Now I know why Fame didn’t give us her picture. That rat bastard thought he could keep her all to himself and make us look like idiots when we first met her. Well, now I was prepped and ready to make her mine… for the night.
I reminded myself that I was looking at this page to try to glean information, and I pulled my eyes reluctantly off her picture and read the small paragraph underneath about how she started the company and what she envisioned for the future. Nothing personal or about her background was mentioned, which was kind of weird. Why wouldn’t she want to brag to all the demons that she was Lucifer’s daughter? It would give her all the credibility and would ensure that all demons all over the world went to her and fell in line.
I switched back over to the human site and saw that her company mainly represented west coast clients and a few east coast clients who worked on both sides. Why wasn’t she global? This was getting weirder and weirder.
I looked at the file that Fame had made. He had detailed a couple of properties that she owned, but I made an educated guess she was living in the Malibu one. It had a private beach, distant neighbors, and was on a large lot. It was also the address she’d used for her car registrations.
Looking at that car registration list made me want to cum in my pants over the few that she owned. She had a black Rolls Royce Ghost, a black 1973 De Tomaso Pantera, and a cherry red 1965 Shelby Cobra. If there was anything I just learned, it was that she knew luxury at its finest. Usually, people with money buy Lamborghinis, Aston Martins, or Bentleys, but not her. She wanted a unique and special kind of vehicle.
A sad feeling began in the pit of my stomach. I realized I was starting to like her.
She was a self-made woman, knew how to make money and keep it, and learned how to conquer an industry that was mainly run by men. She had an impressive list of qualities that I found incredibly appealing that made me want to know her more. I wanted to know what her voice sounded like as she moaned, wanted to know what her skin felt like across my lips, and if her juices tasted as sinful as she looked.
It would make my job easier if I could catch her off guard by conquering her body, bringing her to ecstasy before I have to shove it through a portal, because that was what would happen. I didn’t have a choice, but I would make sure that up until that point, she would enjoy herself. She would scream and beg me to take her, finish her, and then the second that she came on my cock, I would trigger the portal key and push her through. Who knew? Maybe I could convince Lucifer to let me visit. That would be nice for her, I bet.
As my mind started to firm up my plans, I searched through the file for some of the spots she was known to hang out at. It looked like Fame was able to get a copy of her schedule, and she was going to one of my favorite hang outs in LA, Vex, which was perfect. It was the dark and sultry atmosphere that would be an enticing setting for seduction and sealing the deal with her.
I couldn’t resist switching back to the demonic page and looking at her picture on my screen as I smiled to myself. I was going to win this contest and beat my brothers, all while having Lucifer’s daughter begging for me to fuck her and rock her world. And I would. It was what I did. I conquered what was in my sights, and now I could think of nothing else but her. It would be a night to remember.
Chapter 4
Man,haveIhada fucking day. When people said that, it’s normally because it was filled with arguing, people getting upset, someone trying your patience, or someone getting under your skin, but since I was a demon, I thrived on that shit. It made me happy when things like that came up. When those things happened, it usually stemmed from one of the major seven sins, which meant they released little shots of power that I got to soak up all day long. Hell, sometimes I started shit with the mailman to get his blood boiling to the point where I could get a little boost at the end of the day.
But days like today had nothing fun or power-y about them. It was just straight up work. Yuck!
At nine AM, Cass came in with a whole stack of legal documents I needed to sign in order to fucking talk to my new million-dollar client’s lawyer. I had to go over each and every word, crossing off the things that didn't apply or things that I didn’t agree with, initial it, then send all that shit over to the lawyer for review. This lawyer even went above and beyond to have a courier arrive every hour on the fucking hour to see if I had completed them. What the fuck? Did he think I had nothing else to do today?
Cass offered to take it off my plate after I was a quarter of the way through, and I screamed out loud in frustration. I had to turn her generous offer down because this was essentially between demons, and demons were sneaky fuckers when it came to contracts. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her or think that she was detail oriented, it was just the way those fuckers phrased things.
Like when he put in the contract,any goods damaged will be on the onus of the signee. You would think, of course! We weren’t planning to fist fight in this meeting, so that makes sense. But to a demon, ‘goods’ could mean a plethora of things. It could mean their fucking thousand-dollar Gucci shoes that got scuffed when they crossed their own damn legs and hit my table.
I got burned by that one once. I wouldnotbe burned by that type of shit again. So away I read, making sure to keep meticulous notes and using a big red sharpie to cross off things. I reminded myself why I was doing all of this, why I was working so hard to make sure I built the best empire I could. To prove something to myself and to my father.
I was so pissed about having my whole day ruined by this that I was starting to cross off shit just for fun. The only solace I had was that after this, he would have to bring his stuck-up ass here to draw up the final documents when I met the client in person. Will he get comped for parking?Nope, not for you, fucker!Will he get lunch provided since this will be an all-day meeting?You can starve your ass off while I eat in front of you, bitch!
After a long day of grumbling, almost breaking down when I realized I was only halfway through, and cackling as I daydreamed about eviscerating this lawyer, I had finally made it through the last sentence. I took a big, long breath and watched the courier approach my desk at eight PM, all timid and eyes shifting around my room, waiting for something horrible to happen to him.
I may or may not have threatened to sprinkle his entrails around my office as decorative pieces if he came into my room again, asking if I was finished. Like I said, it wasn't my best day.
“Are you fini—I mean… if you're done with your”—he gulps—“edits, I would love to take these off your hands and deliver them to my client.”
He stood at the foot of my desk, wringing his hands together as he looked everywhere around the room but my eyes. I may or may not have told him if he looked at me with impatience again, I would burn his home, car, and office to the ground. What can I tell you? He'd interrupted me when I was in the middle part, where my anger was at its peak, and I’d started to feel a little burn-y.
I settled into my chair and clasped my fingers together. “Yes, please take this book of legal trash back to the hell demon that spawned it, and let them know that if they want to dance with the devil, they've got a date!”
