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CHAPTER 17
#UNEDITED.....
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Lucifer didn't look back as he stepped out of the office. The bastard had thought he could control him. He thought power meant control, that just because he had once raised him from the ashes,
Lucifer's fingers itched for another cigarette. He didn't feel any pain despite the blood still drying on his knuckles.
Right now, all he wanted was her.
He stepped inside soundlessly, his sharp eyes immediately finding her curled form on the bed. She was asleep. Peaceful. So fucking innocent in ways she didn't even understand.
His jaw clenched.
Lily stirred, her lashes fluttering as if she could sense him. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as her breath hitched.
Her lips parted slightly. "Lucifer?" Her voice was still sleepy.
"Go back to sleep," he murmured.
She blinked up at him, her brows knitting together. "You're back… you weren't here for like an hours"
He smirked slightly. "Miss me?"
She scowled, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "No".
He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Damn, angel, that almost hurt."
"Don't call me that."
"What? Angel?" His voice dipped lower,
Her breath caught. "Yes."
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "Then stop looking at me like one."
She shoved his hand away, glaring at him. "You reek of blood and smoke."
She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her messy hair. "What happened?"
Lucifer leaned back, exhaling smoke from the cigarette he had just lit. "Just an unimportant thing."
Lily stiffened. "Because of me?"
He studied her, his expression unreadable. "No."
Her fingers clenched in the sheets. "I don't want to be the reason you get into more trouble."
"You're not."
She scoffed. "I know that's a lie."
"It not about you, you didn't do anything.That bastard's been waiting for an excuse to try me."
She swallowed, gripping the sheets. "And did you…?"
Lucifer tilted his head, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "What do you think?"
Her stomach churned. "I think you like hurting people."
He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips. "I don't like hurting you."
She shivered, her heart hammering. "Then why do you keep doing it?"
His fingers grazed her jaw, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look into his dark eyes. "Because I am the devil."
Her breath hitched.
"Go back to sleep"he said and adjusted her pillow.
"Lucifer"
He pressed a finger to her lips. "Don't."
The Next Morning
Lily groaned, burying her face into the pillow. But then warm fingers brushed against her cheek, sliding through her tangled hair. A deep chuckle followed.
She forced her eyes open, blinking against the morning light. And there he was Lucifer, leaning over her, a cigarette between his fingers,
His jet-black hair was slightly tousled, and he looked sinful in his crisp black shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing a glimpse of his chest.
He exhaled a slow drag of smoke before lowering himself beside her, one hand reaching forward.
Lily barely had time to react before his fingers ruffled her hair, making a mess of the strands she had painstakingly brushed the night before.
"Morning, little doll," he murmured, as she scowled, pushing his hand away.
"Don't call me that," she muttered, sitting up.
"You sleep too much."
She groaned loudly, rolling over ,, her body tangled in the sheets"Five more minutes?"
"No"he said.
Lily crossed her arms. "Don't wake me up like that."
"I could've woken you up in other ways," he said.
Her breath hitched. Damn him.
"You." She threw her pillow at him, but he caught it effortlessly, setting it aside.
Lucifer exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Hurry up and get ready. Damien's waiting."
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair before rolling out of bed.
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Lily barely had time to react when something hard slammed into her.
"Uhh" the sound left her lips involuntarily.
Her head collided against something firm a chest, broad and A strong hand gripped her wrist before she could fully hit the floor.
He is right in front of her, his hand wrapped around her wrist as she is about to bang her head on the floor*
He looks at her
"are you alright?"
His hold on her wrist doesn't loosen but his expression is still blank
He looks at her head and then lets go of her wrist to check her head, his fingers gently pushing her hair back and pressing on the part that hit his chest
"Does it hurt much?"
Her fingers instinctively curled around the fabric of his black shirt as she steadied herself.
She barely had time to process the movement before her head collapsed onto his chest. The scent of masculine filled her nose.
"Am sorry," she muttered under her breath, blinking up at the person she had just crashed into.
He was tall.
Silver white hair framed a face so sharp and defined, it looked like he had been carved out of stone. Strong. Rough. Long fingers with silver rings adorning them.
"Apologies accepted." He said
A slow smirk stretched across his lips. "Liam."
She blinked. "Huh?"
"My name." He shoved a hand through his white hair, his fingers ruffling through the strands carelessly. "Liam. Third-year senior."
She hesitated, then sighed. "Lily."
"See you later, am going to play basketball"he said.. "I'm playing with some people. You should come."
Lily watched him go.He was even more handsome.
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"There you are"
Ava.
Lily barely had time to react before her she practically bounced up to her, a bright grin on her face. She was holding something a folded piece of clothing and before Lily could ask, Ava shoved it into her arms.
"What is this?" Lily asked.
Lily examined the jersey, noticing the name 'Liam' embroidered on the back.* "You're supporting Liam's team?" *she repeated, raising an eyebrow.*
"Yeah, I'm going to cheer for them during the game. What about you? Who are you planning to root for?"
Lily frowned, glancing down at the black and red jersey in her hands. "No. No way. I'm not going anywhere. I need to study." She quickly pushed the clothes back at Ava, shaking her head.
"Lily Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious."
Ava groaned. "Come on, it's going to be fun And besides, I can show you around the whole school while we're there."."
Ava batted her lashes, puppy eyes in full effect. "Pleaseee.You're my best friend. Come with me?"
Lily sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Lily groaned, throwing her head back in defeat. "Darn it. Fine. I'll go."
"YES" Ava squealed, pulling her into a tight hug.
Shaking her head, Lily took the jersey and pulled it over her head, the fabric slightly oversized but comfortable.
"Come on, let's go.The game's about to start!"
. And before Lily could even react, Ava thrust a goddamn sign into her hands.
A bold, obnoxious "GO LIAM!" scrawled across it.
Lily sighed tiredly, shaking her head.
"Come on, hurry up before their us no chair" Ava said
"Can you slow the fuck down?" Lily huffed, trying to steady herself as she was forcibly handed a bucket of popcorn.
"AHH! LIAM! LIAM!" Ava screamed, as she grabbed Lily's sleeve. "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT HIM, OH MY GOD!"
It was just a basketball game. Just a bunch of sweaty guys running around a polished wooden floor. Nothing special.
She look down
And saw him.
Liam.
Standing at the center of the court, His black jersey clung to his body, sweat glistening against his tattooed arms as he cracked his neck lazily.
Lily swallowed.
But then, as if he could feel her stare, he lifted his gaze.
And smirked.
Lily's breath hitched.
"HE SMILED AT ME"
Lily blinked. "No, he didn't."
Liam moved like a fucking ghost on the court.
The ball barely hit the ground before it was already in his grasp,.
And then
A perfect fucking shot.
Swoosh.
The net barely moved.
HE SCORED THREE WHOLE FUCKING POINTS LIKE IT WAS NOTHING.
Liam didn't just play basketball.
He owned the fucking court.
His black jersey clung to his sweat-
drenched body,muscular frame, already damp with sweat, but if he was tired, he sure as hell didn't show it.
One second.
The ball hit the floor once.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The ball flew.
A perfect shot.
Swoosh.
He dropped low, dribbling , shifting left before spinning right in one swift motion.
He jumped.
High. Too fucking high.
Then
A slam.
The fucking dunk.
The backboard shook violently as he landed, his chest rising and falling, his tongue flicking across his lips.
The game ended with a final, ruthless score..Liam's team wom
Liam walked off the court, his jersey sticking to his body, damp with sweat. His dark hair was messy, strands clinging to his forehead. His breathing was heavy,Sweat dripped from his sharp jawline, sliding down the column of his throat, soaking into the collar of his black jersey.
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Too much perfume. Short skirt. Tight top. Lipstick too red.
A girl ran towards him .She walked up to him and blushed pressing a cold bottle of water toward hee chest.
"Liam, you are amazing and I wanted to give..," she purred, batting her lashes..
For a second, he just stared expression unreadable.
Then, wordlessly, he reached down to the bench beside him, grabbed his own water bottle, twisted off the cap, and drank.
Ignoring the girl completely.
The rejection was brutal.
Her fingers twitched around the bottle she had brought, her She shifted awkwardly, then quickly pulled out a notebook from her bag, her knuckles white as she held it out.
"C-can you sign this?" Her voice wavered slightly.
His throat moved with each swallow, sweat dripping down his neck as he tilted his head back.
When he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then tossed the empty bottle onto the bench without a word.
Liam grabbed a towel instead.
He ran it over his wet hair, across his sharp jawline, down his neck, where veins stood out against his skin.
She blushed harder, hesitating, "please can you sign here"
"No"he said and left.
Her lips parted slightly as she stared at him, blinking rapidly like she couldn't believe it. Like she wasn't used to rejection.
She bit her lip, embarrassed, clutching the notebook to her chest as he walked away like she didn't even exist.