Rule number seven: “Separate beds until marriage.” Gotta keep things professional here, wouldn’t you agree?
This time, it took him a few minutes to finally respond.
Lucifer
Absolutely not.
Another text came through a moment later.
Lucifer
We can discuss “adjustments” all you want, sweetheart, but that one is coming straight out.
I chuckled at his predictability. How very Max of him.
Me
Absolutely not. Moving on … rule number eight: “No entering my room uninvited.”
Lucifer
I’m not here to entertain your list of demands. This is a contract, not a wish list.
Me
Then it’s a good thing this is a negotiation. Take it or leave it.
Lucifer
Fine. But I won’t be responsible if your door stays unlocked.
Me
Then I’ll make sure itislocked. Moving on. Rule number nine: “No sitting outside my room at night.” I actually enjoy my sleep, and I can’t do that when you hover.
The three dots popped up immediately
Lucifer
Since we’re negotiating, rule ten: No dodging my calls. I know you hit “ignore” today.
Me
Maybe it was just poor cell service?
Lucifer
Sure. Then let’s make it clear—ignoring me is off the table.
Me
How very possessive of you.
Lucifer
Practical. And a reminder: the deadline to sign is tonight.
Me
