A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
Lucien nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “You care about him. That’s why it bothers you.”
“Of course I care,” I snapped. “But that doesn’t mean I want him judging me or controlling my life.”
“Fair enough.” Lucien leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “But have you ever thought that maybe he’s not as disappointed as you think?”
I frowned, considering his words. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Lucien studied me for a moment, then stood abruptly, holding out his hand. “Come on.”
“What?”
“Dance with me.”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “I don’t dance.”
“You do tonight.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet and dragging me onto the dance floor.
The music was loud, the bass vibrating through my body as Lucien spun me around, his grin infectious.
At first, I was stiff and awkward, but as the music washed over me, I began to let go. I laughed as Lucien twirled me again, his antics drawing the attention of the people around us.
For a moment, I forgot about Lucifer, about the mansion, about everything. It was just me and the music and Lucien’s ridiculous dance moves.
But as the song ended and we returned to our table, reality came crashing back. I sat down heavily, burying my face in my hands.
“Hey,” Lucien said softly, sliding into the seat beside me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice muffled. “Everything. Nothing. I just… I feel so lost.”
Lucien was silent for a moment, then he reached out, gently pulling my hands away from my face. “You’re not lost, Selene. You’re just figuring things out. And that’s okay.”
I looked at him, tears blurring my vision. “But what if I can’t figure it out? What if I keep messing up?”
“Then you’ll mess up,” he said simply. “And you’ll learn from it. You’re stronger than you think, Selene. Don’t let anyone, not even Lucifer, make you doubt that.”
His words hit me harder than I expected, and I felt a sob rising in my throat. Before I could stop myself, I was crying, the tears streaming down my face as years of frustration and pain poured out.
Lucien didn’t say anything. He just wrapped his arms around me, holding me as I cried.
When my sobs finally subsided, I pulled back, wiping my face with a shaky hand. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Don’t be,” Lucien said. “You needed that.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Don’t get into any trouble, okay?”
“Me? Trouble?” I waved him off, snorting. “Please. I’m the definition of responsible.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he disappeared toward the bathroom.
The table was empty now, save for Lucien’s phone resting innocently next to my glass. I stared at it, my drunken brain swirling with ideas I wouldn’t dare entertain if I were sober.
I picked it up without hesitation, my clumsy fingers unlocking it on the second try. A small part of me, the rational part, screamed for me to put it down. But the louder, bolder part of me—the drunk Selene—was curious, maybe even spiteful.
Before I realized what I was doing, I was scrolling through his contacts. And there it was, glaring at me like a challenge: **Lucifer.**
I grinned to myself, my alcohol-fueled courage pushing me to press the call button.
The line rang twice before his deep, unmistakable voice came through. “Lucien, this had better be important.”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
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