Chapter 9 I Refuse To Be An Object To Anyone
Evelyn’s POV
Patricia was about to say something, maybe to give me answers to my curiosity, when Lorenzo’s voice echoed down the hall, strong and taunting. “Don’t tell me that she is not set yet?”
Wait, was he referring to me?
Set for what?
Pat lowered her head in a bow. “Lucifer.”
Lorenzo strode forward, covering the distance between us. He did not look Patricia’s way, his gaze was locked on mine as if he was planning to enter my soul.
“Eve, what are you doing here?”
My tongue refused to move.
“You should have known how much I hate repeating myself.” His words came out in a low, dangerous growl.
I stepped away from the doorway, my eyes fixed on his gaze. “I…I was looking for you.”
He leaned closer, his morning breath fresh on my skin.
“For what? Are you already missing me....?”
A single tingle pulsed down my thighs, making me press my legs together. “No, no…" I fought to cover it up. "I was just trying to find out when you will set me free.”
He scoffed faintly. “Did you just bring up this topic again?” Veins drew out in his tightened jaw. “You don’t have the right to ask questions until after we have found a solution to get back what you took from me.”
I blinked profusely. “So…..how and when are we going to find the solution?”
His eyes didn’t move an inch from me. “Pat,” he called out.
Patricia quickly stepped forward, head buried on the ground like he was some kind of god.
“Why isn’t she ready?”
“Sir, I was about to make her.”
Lorenzo finally turned to her. “How many times do I have to tell you people how much I hate getting my orders defied?”
Patricia bowed repeatedly, her body curling in pure fear. “I’m sorry, Lucifer.” Her hands trembled, lips quavered.
It was clear that they all worshiped him here, she couldn’t even bring herself to look into his eyes.
“You will be punished for this,” Lorenzo lashed out.
“Hell no!” I stepped towards Patricia, blocking her with my body. “There is no way you could talk to a woman who is old enough to give birth to you like that.”
Lorenzo broke into a dry laugh. “Old?”
He took a calculated step forward, each one bearing the weight of punishment for challenging him.
“Old…..yes. But old enough….. no!” he said through gritted teeth. “She doesn’t even come close.”
“So what? You are a demon? Immortal?”
I made my way to face him, but Patricia’s grip locked on my wrist. “No, dear, he will hurt you.”
“For what exactly?” I snapped at her. “Maybe everyone around here takes every shit from him simply because he is rich.”
“But for me, Evelyn Martins,” I pushed myself, standing chest to chest with Lorenzo, “I refuse to be an object to anyone.”
Lorenzo’s lips curled in amusement, his hands deepened in his pockets. “I made a promise to tame your lips…..and believe me, I must carry it out.”
His threat got a bit of me, but I masked it with something else. I wouldn’t give him the chance to feed his ego.
Just then, he moved past me and stopped behind Patricia. “She saved you today.”
I watched his shadow disappear down the hallway.
Patricia moved towards me in a quick snap.
“Eve, dear,” she patted my back as if trying to calm a storm in me, “what you just did was too risky.”
“No one challenges the devil, and you just did. The punishment is always merciless, almost unbearable.”
I turned fully to her. What she just said was enough to scare me. In fact, it did. But someone needed to tell him the truth.
“Is this how he treats everyone around here?”
She did not answer, at least not immediately and even her next sentence was not an answer to my question.
“In time, you’ll come to understand the dos and don’ts of this place. It’s easier to survive when you know which lines not to step over.”
She masked her face with a pitiful smile. “It is just somehow concerning that out of every woman, he finally chose you.”
Choose me?
I didn’t even bother to ask what she meant by that because there is no way I will ever belong to him.
Pat’s arm glided around mine. “Eve, dear.... please, to avoid facing the wrath of the devil, I will plead with you to come with me so I can get you ready for the day.”
I wanted to insist, not until I’m told where I’m being taken to, but I already knew who would suffer most.
Patricia.
And I can’t stand watching her being punished for a crime she didn’t commit.
“Fine.” My legs lifted on my toes, one step after the other, heading back to the room.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and the first figure I sighted was Lorenzo.
“Jesus Christ!” I jerked back.
He stood tall and unnervingly calm for a man feared as the devil, his weight resting casually on one leg like he owned even the air around him. His eyes…...too beautiful, sexy, and dangerously commanding.
“You don’t understand how important this moment is to me, do you?” He asked coolly, but I could still sense the authority burning beneath his calm tone.
I gulped down the lump that piled in my throat. “I’m sorry…. if I kept you waiting.”
“Sorry?”
He took a step forward. “Is that all humans have to offer?” Then another step. “For every single mistake, they believe that a mere apology would cover up what they did.”
My sight was blurry from watching his perfect mouth open and close. Words came out, but I couldn’t make sense of them. And when my vision finally cleared, he was standing so close to me that I forgot to breathe.
The memories of last night crept in, his finger that teased my clit, his mouth on my nipple, and how he looked at me like I was all his. It made me wish for it again.
No, Eve. Snap out of it. Get yourself together. You can’t be developing feelings for this old fool. I scolded myself.
"Fine." I managed to raise my head, my gaze bored into his. “If you aren’t satisfied with my unharmed apology, then go to hell.”
His smirk darkened. “Ah, that’s it. I knew there was no way you could ever join them in using that stupid word….‘sorry.’” His eyes filled with satisfaction.
“That’s why I said that you are special.” He maintained his position, pressing down his jacket.
“Now get into one of those dresses that I ordered for you and come downstairs. We need to be there on time.”
He began to walk out, but my voice stopped him in his tracks. “Can you at least tell me where you are taking me to?”
He made a rough groan. “Emilian….the moon goddess.”
My heart sank in my chest.
He is not taking me to his spiritual house, is he?
Are they trying to use me for a ritual?
God save my soul.
My eyes landed on the silver dress glittering on the bed like it was meant for royalty. I could tell how expensive it looked.
“Wait, how did you know my size?”
Stupid me.
He was already out, and I was just asking an empty room.