“Do you want to dance, Judd?”
He shakes his head, laughing. “Sorry, Barbie. I no longer have a death wish, remember.”
“Boo.” I look around the room; a lot of familiar faces, but no one I truly know. I would kill someone to have Kas here with me right now. I mean, I would kill someone for a lot less, but I miss my friend.
I make my way closer to where Lucifer sits so I can hear what Lisa is saying. I’m not shocked to hear her flirting with Lucifer. She’s as shameless as she is plain.
“My lord, if there is anything we can offer you to relieve your stress, we’d be more than happy too.”
“That is unnecessary,” Lucifer rejects her offer in an uninterested tone.
“Everyone needs some stress relief from time to time.”
I can’t help it. “Are your ears working, Lisa?” I draw out her name, and she turns, scoffing when she sees it’s me.
“I don’t see how this is any of your concern. Maybe you should go back to wherever it was that you fucked off to.”
“But then how would I put you in your place?”
She scoffs again, the violent urge to stick my heel through her eye socket crosses my mind, and I’m taking off my shoe before I even realize it. Lucifer is standing with a grip on my arm in the next second.
“Lilith.” His voice is commanding.
“What?”
“This behavior is uncouth.”
“Yeah, well, so is Lisa’s face.”
Lisa crosses her arms, looking at me like I’m being scolded and she won. That is until Lucifer speaks again. “It doesn’t matter how unattractive she is.”
Her face falls, and it takes everything in me to not stick my tongue at her like a child would.
“Fine. I won’t gouge her eye out with the heel of my shoe,” I concede.
“That’s progress.” Lucifer looks back at Lisa and her friends. “You’re dismissed.” Lucifer’s hand hasn’t left my arm, and when he looks back at me, he sighs. “Lilith.”
I tug my arm out of his grip. “I can’t do this.” I know I’m acting like a brat, and usually, I’m okay with that. I’m more than happy to push Lucifer’s buttons, but right now, it feels like I’m pushing my own. Being a secret… I’m not sure it’s something I can live with. All I wanted to do was wrap my hands around his neck, climb his body like a tree, and kiss his face.
But no, in public I’m just Lucifer’s assistant.
I fucking hate this.
I’m feeling murderous, and my heels click against the tile of the club floor before portalling to the mansion. I debate on which room to go to, but I go to Lucifer’s, even though I’m pissed. I’m feeling insecure, and I can’t deny that I don’t want to be around him.
I’m barely in his room when his arms wrap around my waist.
“What was that about, love?” he asks softly.
“Nothing.”
“Didn’t feel like nothing.”
“I don’t like her speaking to you like you’re just down to fuck whatever demon bats their eyes at you.”
“You know you have nothing to worry about when it comes to my fidelity. It’s only you that I want.”
I sigh, leaning the back of my head against his chest. “I know.”
