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This is from Fire & Brimstone

(No Release Date Yet)

***Just a Reminder: Lucifer’s real name is Christopher***

           “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, wondering if he should change meat venders.

            “I really am,” she said evenly as she glared up at him.

            “Think again,” he said, deciding that the overall cost wouldn’t justify the switch.

            “Look,” she said, getting in his face, or at least she’d tried to, but since he had a good ten inches on her it was an epic failure on her part, “I don’t like you and you don’t like me. So-”

            “Wait,” Melanie, who’d demanded to tag along and had been surprisingly helpful during Rebecca’s failed escape attempts, said, interrupting her friend’s tirade, “I thought you said that he was in love with you.”

            Cocking a brow, he looked up from his phone, curious to see how she was going to talk her way out of this one only to discover that the furious expression on her face had suddenly turned calculating. His own expression shifted from curious to suspicious when he recognized that look. It was the same look that most of the women who’d foolishly married into his family got right before they fucked over the love of their lives.

            He really didn’t like that look.

            “He is,” she said with a forlorn sigh, looking so damn innocent that he almost bought it, but thankfully he knew who he was dealing with here.

            “I’m not,” he bit out as he glared down at her, wondering if his brother or father had a barrel of holy water lying around the office somewhere that he could borrow.

            With a pitying look that was honestly going to get her killed, she said, “There’s really no need to be embarrassed, Christopher. You’re madly in love with me and I think it’s sweet. Really, I do. I can’t return those feelings, because,” she paused to shrug, “you’re just not my type.”

            He ignored Melanie’s snort of amusement as she visibly struggled not to laugh as he glared down at Rebecca. Not her type? Fucking please.

            He knew for a fact that he was definitely her fucking type. She only dated tall, good-looking, muscular men and he more than fit into that category. If anything, she wasn’t his type. He wasn’t exactly sure what his type was because he’d really never thought about it, but he knew that it wasn’t a part-time waitress, who annoyed the shit out of him!

            “I’m sure that one day you’ll meet someone that will return those feelings,” she continued, obviously deciding that taunting him into killing her was the best way to get out of this appointment, “but that person just isn’t me.”

            God, how he wished that he could fire her again, but since he couldn’t live out that dream again, he would do the next best thing. He would make sure that the little brat didn’t get out of this doctor’s appointment.

            “Look, why don’t I go sit in the waiting room? That way you can be alone, maybe cry if you need to, hmm? How does that sound?” she asked in the most patronizing tone that he’d ever heard and all he could think was that his family had absolutely nothing on her.

            “You’re evil, you do know that, don’t you?” he said with a dismissive shake of his head as he looked back down at his phone, refusing to get drawn into another one of her bizarre arguments.

            “Yeah,” she said, sighing heavily, “I know, and that’s probably why you’re madly in love with me.”

            “Uh, huh,” he said absently, refusing to take the bait.

            “He does seem rather taken with you,” Melanie added, sounding helpful, but they both knew that she was only doing it because she was bored and encouraging Rebecca to fuck with his head amused her.

            “I really didn’t mean to lead him on,” Rebecca said, sounding almost sorry.

            God, she was fucking good.

            “It’s really too bad that you’re not willing to lower your standards,” Melanie said, and yeah, he fucking hated her.

            “I know, right?” Rebecca said, making him grind his teeth before he said something that would encourage them.

            Lower her fucking standards?

            That was fucking bullshit, because she’d be lucky to land someone like him. He’d point that out to her, but once again, he refused to say or do anything that would make this worse and he knew from experience that it could always get worse.

            “You could always pretend that he was someone else,” Melanie suggested and yeah, that fucking did it.

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