13

The morning after the party's chaotic events, I found myself sitting alone in my room, my mind still reeling from the previous night's events. I sat on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened.

The memories flooded back, each one more vivid than the last. The stranger's hands on my body, his hot breath on my neck, the fear and helplessness that had consumed me in that moment. I shuddered at the memory, wrapping my arms around myself in a futile attempt to ward off the chill that lingered in my bones.

But it wasn't just fear that gripped my heart; it was anger, too. Anger at the stranger who had violated me, anger at me for freezing up and not fighting back, anger at Ares and Lucifer for not being there when I needed them most.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the memories that haunted me, taunting me with their cruel clarity.

A knock on my door startled me out of my reverie, and I looked up to see Lilith standing in the doorway, her expression one of concern. "Hey, Moxie," she said softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "How are you holding up?"

I forced a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm okay, I guess. Just... processing everything."

Lilith nodded in understanding, crossing the room to sit beside me on the bed. "I get it," she said, her tone gentle. "Last night was... intense, to say the least."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, you could say that."

We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. But then Lilith spoke up, her voice soft but firm. "Moxie, I just want you to know that what happened last night wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

A tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away hastily. "I know," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "But it still feels... I don't know. Violating, I guess."

Lilith reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "But you're not alone, Moxie. We're here for you, no matter what."

I nodded, feeling a flicker of warmth in my chest. "Thanks, Lilith," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I appreciate it."

We sat in silence for a moment longer, the sound of our breathing the only noise in the room. But then, with a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and stood up, determination shining in my eyes.

"I'm going to be okay, Lilith," I said, my voice steady. "I won't let this define me."

Lilith smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "That's the spirit," she said, standing up and wrapping me in a hug. "You're stronger than you think, Moxie. Don't ever forget that."

As Lilith's embrace enveloped me, I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me, as if her words had breathed new life into my battered spirit. With her unwavering support, I knew I could find the strength to navigate the stormy waters ahead.

As we pulled away from each other, I wiped away the last traces of tears from my cheeks, determined to face the day with renewed resolve. "Thanks, Lilith," I said, offering her a small smile. "I mean it."

Lilith returned my smile, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Of course, Moxie," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you."

With a final nod, I watched as Lilith made her way out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more

A phone notification popped up, It was Lucifer. He said, "Hey, you alright?"

I picked up my phone and stared at Lucifer's message for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to push away all the complicated feelings that came with thinking about him. But another part of me knew that I couldn't keep running from my problems forever.

Taking a deep breath, I typed out a response. "Hey, Lucifer. I've been better, but I'm hanging in there."

Do you want to get out? And you know talk about it." "Thanks, Lucifer." I typed back, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension at the prospect of opening up to him. "Yeah, maybe getting out would be good. Do you have any ideas?"

I waited anxiously for his response, wondering what he might suggest. I swear to god if he is going to use this as a date, I'm gonna punch him the way Neuvi punched that stranger. Because I can't do another date while him being taken. I hope he knows that. He said, "How about that Café."

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't a date proposition. "Sure, the café sounds good," I replied, feeling a little more at ease.

We agreed to meet there in an hour, and I spent the time getting ready and mentally preparing myself for the conversation ahead. I knew it wouldn't be easy to open up to Lucifer about everything that had happened, but I also knew that I needed to talk to someone about it.

As I walked into the café, I spotted Lucifer sitting at a table in the corner. He looked up and gave me a small wave, and I made my way over to him.

"Hey," I said, taking a seat across from him.

"Hey," he replied, giving me a warm smile. "Thanks for meeting me here."

"No problem," I said, taking a deep breath. "So, um, where do we start?"

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, regarding me with a thoughtful expression. "How about we start with what happened at the party?" he suggested.

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What were you doing there."

Lucifer's expression turned serious as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "I was there because I wanted to see you," he said, his voice low. "I know things have been complicated between us, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. And when I heard about the party, I figured it would be a good opportunity to talk to you."

I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me was touched by Lucifer's admission, but another part of me was still hurt and confused by his actions. "But what about your girlfriend?" I asked, unable to keep the accusation out of my voice.

Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, and I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone. But the truth is, I can't stop thinking about you, Moxie. And I know I don't deserve it, but I'm hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

I looked down at my hands, unsure of what to say. I wanted to be angry at Lucifer, to push him away and tell him to leave me alone. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the feelings I had for him. "I don't know, Lucifer," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think."

Lucifer's eyes darkened as he leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. "Moxie, I understand that you need time to think, and I will give you the space you need. But know this - I want you, and I won't give up on us that easily. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at his dominant demeanor. It was clear that Lucifer was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.

"I understand, Lucifer," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But please, just give me some time to sort things out."

Lucifer nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Of course, Moxie. Take all the time you need. But know that I'll be here waiting for you when you're ready."

As we finished our coffee and stood up to leave, Lucifer placed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me out of the café. His touch was firm yet gentle, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and protection in his presence.

As we stepped out onto the street, Lucifer leaned in close to me, his breath warm against my ear. "And Moxie? When you're ready, I promise you won't be disappointed."

Won't be disappointed? Oh?

"Just so you know, I'm not one to play games. If I want something, I go after it. And I want you, Moxie."

The way he was looking at me, the way he was speaking to me, it was making it difficult to think straight.

Lucifer's gaze was intense, almost predatory. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, seemed to darken with desire, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he held my gaze. His voice, already deep and commanding, seemed to drop an octave as he spoke, sending a thrill through me.

I never said anything. I'm still quiet, leaving him to be in charge of the conversation.

"Moxie," he said, drawing out my name in a way that made my heart race. "I've been thinking about you non-stop since the party. I can't get you out of my head."

He leaned forward, I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt. His scent, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him, filled my nostrils and made me feel lightheaded.

"I know I've hurt you," he continued, his voice low and seductive. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I want you, Moxie. And I know you want me too."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I felt a familiar ache between my legs. I knew I should be angry with him, but the way he was looking at me, the way he was speaking to me, it was making it hard to think straight. All I could focus on was the way his lips moved as he spoke, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through me. I wanted him, and I knew he could sense it. The tension between us was palpable, and I had a feeling it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires.

His words echoed in my mind, sending a thrilling jolt through my body. There was something undeniably alluring about the way Lucifer spoke, his voice dripping with confidence and authority.

I looked down.

"Lucifer," I breathed, turning to face him fully, "Show me. Show me that I won't be disappointed."

With a gentle yet assertive touch, he placed his thumb on my chin, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt of electricity through my body. His fingers, though rough with callouses, were surprisingly tender as they guided my face upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. A smirk played at the corners of his lips, the subtle curve hinting at a secret only he was privy to. The sight of it sent a flutter of anticipation through my chest, my heart pounding erratically as I waited for his next move.

Lucifer stood mere inches away, his towering presence both intimidating and exhilarating. The way his tailored suit hugged his muscular frame left little to the imagination, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as I took in his imposing figure.

Without uttering a single word, he reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gesture that was both possessive and protective. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I marvelled at the contrast between his rough exterior and the unexpected gentleness of his grip. With a firm, unyielding tug, he led me down the cobblestone street, his stride purposeful and confident.

As we walked, the world around me seemed to fade into obscurity, the only thing that mattered is the man beside me. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the deserted street and bathing everything in an ethereal light. The shadows danced and flickered around us, their sinuous forms weaving a tapestry of darkness that seemed to beckon me further into Lucifer's world.

The air was thick with an electric charge, the atmosphere crackling with an energy that seemed to hum in my very bones. I could feel the power radiating from Lucifer, the potent force that seemed to emanate from his very being. It was intoxicating, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of his dark magnetism.

I couldn't help but wonder where he was leading me. His house? The anticipation gnawed at my insides, the unknown both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. But as I gazed into Lucifer's eyes, the swirling depths seeming to hold the secrets of the universe, I knew that I would follow him wherever he chose to go.