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ll Entering Satan's Lair ll

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There was a buzz, a vibrating sound to be precise - on a wooden platform. My eyes felt heavy, not even bothering to open my eyes. My hands unconsciously searched for my phone that kept vibrating. Soon enough I found my phone, picking it up, "Do you have a death wish?" I mutter in a pissed tone.

"No, but I believe you do talking to your dear husband like that," the guy on the other line spat.

"I apologize sir you must have a wrong number," I muttered sleepily at the stranger who claimed to my husband before hanging up. I shoved the phone under my pillow pulling the covers over my face to block the damn sunlight.

I am nytophiliac, I prefer darkness over light.

The whole bed vibrated again due to my phone grunting I pull out my phone. "Leave me alone before I make your life a living hell!" I shouted over the phone.

"Being married to you is equal to living in hell Lillian" the creep's voice was calm yet had a pissed edge to it. However, the creep knew my name making the situation even creepier.

"Can you stop? You're creeping me out," I told him truthfully.

"Who did I marry," he muttered, "Lillian I don't have time for your childish nonsense just get me the-" before he could continue I hung up.

It's too early to deal with my 'husband' as he proclaims, maybe in the late evenings when I have nothing better to do with my life.

I tugged on the cover even more hiding myself under it but it was useless; I was no longer sleepy thanks to the creep who claimed to be my dear 'husband'. Pushing the covers off, I sit up, it was quite a struggle to open my eyes but nonetheless I opened it. My vision wasn't clear everything seemed to be a blur. It was so different, I was quiet familiar with my room i thought but this seemed like a foreign place. Squeezing my eyes shut couple of times before opening it, blinking repeatedly, finally it all came ever so clear to me, yes clear. To my dismay, it wasn't my room, it was someone else's.

OH!!! A realization hits me, I got married, I am married, and I am no longer single and free. That creep who claimed to my 'husband' was actually my husband!

My phone vibrated once again making me almost jump out of my skin. I looked at the screen, I had a text message.

Unknown number: 'Clearly talking to you is like talking to a brick except the brick isn't as ignorant as you so have to work with this. I left an important file, you should find it next to the nightstand, and it's black. There will be a car waiting for you so just take it and bring it to my office. Remember it's important and you better bring before I MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL.'

I scoffed while reading the text Blake sent especially the 'hell' part as if he didn't know my life is already worse compared to hell thanks to this enforced, stupid marriage. I got off the bed only to be faced with the mirror, I looked horribly scary. My mascara was smudged bits of it covering my under-eyes. I had a bed hair except in this case I didn't look hot or attractive like those tumblr girls or models do.

But who am I kidding? A humming bird can live in my hair without a problem. My eyes were puffy, barely open, ugh my dry lips.

I was glad Blake wasn't there. I didn't need him to see me like this, it will just give him more ideas to torture me. Taking my appearance as a hint, I run to the bathroom to get myself fixed up.

I got out wearing Short laced dress, slightly above the knee, mint green, ever so light, with a deep back - almost backless. My hair tied up into a high bun with very little makeup. I paired it up with off white high heels and a white blazer.

Taking my phone, his file and my purse I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I was content with the way I looked"professional yet casual. I left the place soon enough as I got inside the car greeting the driver politely, he drove off to Satan's lair.

By now I was certain about the wealth Blake possessed and boy it's a lot. He owned numerous oil companies, hotels, restaurants and couple of bars. His main office was in Manhattan just couple of streets away from where we stayed. I prepared myself in the car, ready to blast off on my dear husband as so he called himself. I was still quite pissed and shocked on how he just left me in the morning without saying anything more-so at the fact that he didn't have a hangover. I was so ready to give him a piece of my mind in the morning but to my bad luck and his somewhat fortunate fate he woke up before me and left for work.

Workaholic much?

The car stopped front of another huge building which I assumed was his office - Satan's Lair. Thanking the driver I got out of the car, it was a nice spring day. The sun was up, flowers everywhere, and everything seemed light and peaceful. Taking in a deep breathe muttering song lyrics instead of a prayer I walk inside the building to the lobby. I went up to the receptionist introducing myself as Blake's wife; I asked her where Blake was so I can give him the file. The receptionist instructed me to go all way to the top floor and I'll find his office there. I didn't quite understand her instructions but decided not to argue.

I went all the way to the top floor, as the elevator opened, I walked out of it. There were bunch of people working"some sitting down and some rushing here and there with paper in their hands.

"Okay..." I mutter to myself as I walk toward this guy who didn't seem busy like everyone else. "Umm excuse me sir," I tap his shoulder lightly to gain his attention. He turns with a confused face in return I give a sweet polite smile, "Which one is Mr. Aspen's office?" I ask. He didn't say anything instead he eyed me top to bottom and then vice-versa.

Well that wasn't creepy at all.

I looked around and saw some people looking towards us. This couldn't get any awkwarder if that's even a word. Looking back at the stranger with a pissed look, "well...?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him. "Uh... sorry it's the second door to the left" he said a little flushed as he pointed towards a room.

"Thanks" I mutter making a move.

I walk away from him quickly, my heels made noises that gained me more attention. I didn't enjoy unwanted attention nevertheless I held my head high and walked into his cabin as if I owned it.

There he was, sitting on a leather chair too engrossed in a blue file. He was dressed in a grey suit, hair put back neatly that made his high cheekbones stand out, his ring finger held the ring I was forced to put on him.

His majesty didn't even realize I was there.

I roll my eyes at him only for it to land on a pen. I smirk devilishly picking up the pen from a nightstand like table near his desk then throwing it right at him. It hit his forehead almost too perfectly making me grin like Cheshire the cat.

"What the f**k!" He growled as he stood up from his chair, dropping the file on his desk. I didn't flinch nor did I feel intimidated. "What the f**k was that?" he snarled once more advancing towards me.

I stayed rooted to my place looking him dead in the eye, "Your lucky I dint throw that paper holder at you" I spat. He was indeed lucky, that paper holder was steel and if I did threw that, oh boy that beautiful face would need surgery.

He stalked my way with a clenched jaw and a tightened fist as if that would scare me. "Lillian," he said in a calm voice or at least tried to, "just give me the file and leave" he snapped.

I scoffed at his abrupt and rude tone, "Rude much? Is this how you talk to your wife?" I retort.

He crossed his arm across his chest with a blank expression, "Wife? Wives don't throw pens at their husband!"

"Husbands don't come home at 4 am on their wedding night drunk with a random one night stand!" I didn't realize how loud I was until I heard muffled voices coming from outside.

"We'll discuss this matter at home," his jaws clenched, "now leave."

"No" I say almost immediately.

"What the... why?" he was frustrated by me. Good he should be.

"You're taking me home so we can discuss on this damn matter."

"I have a meeting and also I don't want to."

"I don't care about your damn meeting or what you want and don't want."

"You're annoying."

"And you're not?" seriously who does he think he is calling me annoying.

I didn't realize how close we were, the proximity between us lessened, making me shut up. Since he was taller than me, I had to look up to meet his eyes. His intense gaze bored into me, sending tingles down every single vein that ran throughout my body.

"Say that again." his voice was low and rough.

I gulped silently, staring back into those mysterious orbs, "And you're not?" I had no idea where this sudden bravery kicked in. His face remained expressionless, he grabbed the side of my arm harshly; I winced at pain looking down at his hands that held my arms ever so tightly.

It was so fast, I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. One minute he held my arm and the next I was slammed against the thin wall with him holding the sides of my arms. My back began to ache at his sudden action. "Oww... what the hell is your problem?" I asked in pain.

He leaned closer, his body somewhat pressed onto mine. My breath gets caught in my throat, not sure if it's because a gorgeous guy is this close to me or if it's the deadly look of his, which reads that he's ready to murder me at any second.

You know what let me not ruin the moment.

"My problem is that an immature little girl is disturbing my work by talking nonsense. I don't have time for that. I have better things to do with my life other than hear you rant on about something that I have no interest on and don't want to hear," he made his point.

His warm breath spread across the side of my face to my neck. I wanted to flutter my eyes shut at this feeling but held myself together as the 'immature little girl' part finally hit me. He called me immature, f**k that, he called me a little girl - I am anything but a little girl.

"Why truth hurts?" I spat right at that ignorant, yet gorgeous face of his. His grip on my arms tightened, bringing me much closer to him with our bodies almost plastered. He was beyond pissed, as every second passing by his grip only gets tighter and stronger. His jaws clenched and hardened and he looked straight into my eyes.

If only looks could kill, I would be sitting in heaven or hell playing chess with god or the devil himself.

I tried to escape from his clasp, but it was of no use. My eyes searched his face trying to read them, however, it didn't surprise me that people like him didn't convey any emotion through their faces as they mostly had none.

There wasn't even a proper inch left until our lips would meet.

If only one of us spoke,

if only...

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Authors Note:

CLIFFHANGER! Lol now you think, will they share their first kiss out of anger?

*wink* *wink*

Anyhow, HOLA ! How are you guys? If anyone was wondering, I am not fine. I am in between my midterms and it's horrible. I put aside my books and write stories; I am defiantly going to pass,note : Sarcasm. So this chapter was quite short compared to the past chapter & I'm sorry about that, as you now know exams are tearing me up into pieces. In this chapter I tried to show that type of guy Blake is, and how Lillian feels towards him. And hopefully I've conveyed that very well, again hopefully.

I want to say thanks to everyone who is reading this and commented like you guys are so sweet! I absolutely loved your comments. I'm thinking of dedicating each chapters to anyone who's comment makes my day. So this chapter is dedicated to Shivani Di (Meself) because I loved her comment and it made laugh :')

Anyhow, I hope you guys liked Lillian entering Satan's Lair! And there's a lot coming your way of their journey. So just enjoy this ride and unravel their exciting life.

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