1 "What kind of a name is Lucifer"

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life

The day, I prepare to leave prison

Until I heard this

"I'm sorry but you can't graduate" My Dean, Jason, said strictly

"What? why?"

He sighed finally looking up to meet my angry eyes "Well for starters, you have never had a client, ever, everyone else has had at least one"

"B-but" I stuttered out of frustrations I brought my hands up to run my hands through my curls

"But you're in luck, Miss Carter, I know someone who might need a therapist, this is his address" He handed me in what seemed like a business card

"Lucifer De Luca" I read his name through the card

"Call him, I'm sure he'll be happy to find out he has a therapist"

I smiled and shoved the card into my pocket "So how long do I have to do this?"

"4 months then we will hand Mr. De Luca to a professional," He said then looked back down at his documents "you may leave now"

"Thanks" I gave out a forced smile, silently cursing him out in my head

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"What kind of a name is Lucifer?" CJ asked as he read the business card "I can already tell, he's a fine piece of white chocolate"

I rolled my eyes at him "That was gross" I grimaced "and give me the card, I need to call him"

"Geez" He raised his hand up in surrender and brought down his left hand to give me back the card

"Where's sofi?"

"Working for her finals" He smirked

This is CJ stands for Christian James, he's been my best friend since like forever, I have a feeling that we're fraternal twins but then that feeling will be far gone if you compare both our personalities, he's more playful and childish while I'm like the serious one in this whole friendship and he's gay

And Sofi? Well Sofia is a real spitfire, literally, she isn't the brightest crayon in the palette but then the girl knows how to play both mentally and physically, she's like Cher Horowitz, she can get any teacher to change her grades, most of the male teachers were easy for her because sometimes she could take them to bed and for the female teachers, she had to give them sob stories

I got to say that girl is smart

"When is she ever going to work for grades?" I exclaimed shaking my head as I walked towards our apartment couch removing my jacket

It was quite snowy

"Well, she is working" CJ smirked

"You're disgusting" I mentally facepalmed because of him "and be quiet, I have to make a call"

"I have to go, my shift will soon start" I waved him goodbye with my free hand as I used my other to type Lucifer's phone number

When I was done, I brought the phone up to my ear, I swear as the phone was ringing my heart raced so fast "Hello?" a very deep voice called out through the phone

"h-hi, um" I cleared my throat to stop myself from stuttering "My dean, Mr. Jason Bradley said you needed a therapist?"

"Oh," his voice rose in realization "You're Annabelle Carter, right?"

"Yeah and it's just Anna," I said quietly, his voice was so dominant, I felt belittled by just listening to it

"Well, Anna" his voice teased out my name "when will you be free?"

"I can come in today, anytime you want"

"It's 2 good enough," He asked

"Sure" I nodded even if he couldn't see me

"I can't wait to meet you, Annabelle" then he hung up

Wow

Damn, I was so turned on by his voice and it was only his voice, how will I react when I see his actual face

Be professional, Anna, get your degree first before you worry about how hot your client is

I bet that's something, I always have to remind myself of and no one could blame me

Sighing, I stood up and looked at the clock seeing it was 1: 30, so I had to get ready soon

Going to my bathroom, I took my medicine that I've been taking for almost half of my life, my parents said I should never miss a day of it and I wasn't going to now

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"That'll be 24.99, ma'am" The taxi driver announced as we stopped at our destination without wasting time, I gave him 25 and unlocked the door to see the house of my literal dream

Why in the love of God will this guy that seemed like a fucking billionaire need a not college graduate therapist, this has to be a fucking joke

I quickly brought out the card from my purse and made sure the address was right

Walking closer to the house, I pressed the call system thingy, I don't really know how to explain it "Who is that?"

"Annabelle Carter, I am Mr. De Luca's therapist" I answered

I heard a buzz and the gate suddenly opened "Come in"

With a smile I went inside the house and got a better view of it all, it looked pretty ancient and I don't know why I felt nostalgic but I did

"Anna" I gasped at the voice making me turn around at first instinct only to see a literal Greek God smirking at me

I was looking at a 6'3 man with ocean blue eyes, the best of cheekbones and his jawlines, don't get me started on those and in all his wearing a fucking suit

Someone spray me water, please

"Your house is beautiful" I commented at first instinct then silently cursed myself at that, so I just brought out my right hand for a handshake "I'm Annabelle"

He let out a low chuckle looking down at my hand and I suddenly felt so little "Lucifer, though, you already know that, can we start?"

I was suddenly snapped out of my daze of staring at him for so long "Yeah, yeah and I really do mean it your house is beautiful"

"Don't you think it looks a bit old?" He asked

"Well yeah," I said hesitantly "but I like old things, it seems historical"

"you really are something, Miss Carter"

I blushed looking down, thanking God for a dark skin unless my whole body will look a tomato

Be professional, the same voice ran in my head and I had no other choice but to listen to it