Chapter 15

Isabella

I never expected to be as close to LuzBel as we were in training. Being under his body and then on top of him made me have stupid thoughts that required all my willpower to control. I felt powerful and proud of myself as I felt him flinch at my touch, especially after he let me know he wasn't interested in me as a woman.

What if we provoked him again?

Of course not.

His smile at the realization that I had defeated him was genuine, and that surprised me too much. At the same time, it overwhelmingly captivated me. I wasn't going to deny that the guy possesses the beauty of an angel but also the soul of a demon. He took it upon himself to let me know how bad he could be, bad enough to dare to murder someone, and that's what made me stay alert and away from his presence as much as possible.

Although, those were your thoughts until I knew what he had planned.

Getting on that bike next to him is the last thing I expected. By accepting, I earned a look full of pain from Evan and another of hate from Elsa. However, I was already used to hers, and it didn't affect me at all, but Evan's did make me feel very uncomfortable. Although I was aware that I was not doing anything wrong, it was not my fault for being in that situation. I wasn't forcing anything. On the contrary, I was being forced to act the way I didn't want to.

Resigned, I climbed up behind LuzBel and put on the helmet he gave me before.

If he intended to make me grab him by the waist for safety, he succeeded. And not because I wanted to, but rather because the bastard forced me to. At first, I grabbed the back of the bike, and he smiled satirically when he realized that I didn't want to touch him.

"Now, you don't want to touch me, but a while ago, you wanted to play with my crotch," he formulated, all sly, making me roll my eyes.

And also making you embarrassed.

"It was just strategy, don't even think I'll ever get to do it," I replied confidently.

He set off accelerating with excessive speed. He went so fast that I came to fear for my life and even more when the grip I had on the Ducati did not make me feel safe at all. Swallowing my pride, I was forced to wrap my arms around his waist to hold on to life a little longer.

I loved living, and I wasn't willing to give it up because of him.

Poof!

I felt the muscles in his abdomen contract, signaling to me that he was laughing for getting what he wanted all along.

"Asshole," I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't hear me.

"I heard you loud and clear, Gorgeous," he said, amused, and I was surprised when I did too through the helmet.

"This has got to be a fucking joke," I snorted.

"Not at all. It's just the integrated intercoms the helmets have," he explained.

I would never have expected that, but knowing what they did for a living, I wasn't surprised by the information, more so figuring they needed always to be communicating on their missions.

"Anyway, I'd rather not listen to you," I blurted out and heard him laugh.

Being in that situation, I admitted that I wished I could feel his abdomen in the flesh and not on the fabric. I longed to be able to trace with my fingers the shape of his tattoos, to feel his muscles marked and his skin smooth. I sighed heavily as I realized the turn my thoughts took.

I mean, how could you avoid it when you had such an Adonis in front of you?

Yes, it wasn't easy.

And maybe the bad thing was not wanting to feel it but knowing that we didn't get along and for some reason, we were trying to hate each other. The bad thing was also my situation because I had a boyfriend, and we loved each other. I didn't care what people believed about a long-distance relationship. Elliot was unique, I grew up with him, and I trusted him. My problem was different and serious. The whole situation with LuzBel was overwhelming me. I didn't know if it was a new experience in my life or another reason, but my entire existence was beginning to be questioned.

I had never believed in angels or demons, vampires or werewolves, fairies, or any of those idiocies they talked so much about in books. Still, if I did, I would have definitely assumed that LuzBel was a fallen angel and more because of the way he manipulated everything in his favor and induced me to think things I never imagined.

He knew how to persuade me, and it scared me.

For a long time, I was a tough girl, at some point spoiled and immature, which gradually became the opposite. My father often tried to control me, but he failed. I always knew how to use my free will and unless it suited me, I would accept things that maybe I disagreed with, and that was why I was afraid of everything that happened to me when I was around that man. My free will would go to shit, and I would end up doing what he wanted and, although it pained me to admit it, somehow he was managing to control me, which was what I was fighting against.

"I thought you were taking me home," I said when he pulled up in front of a coffee shop.

"You thought wrong," he muttered dryly, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

I did as he did and ran my hands over my hair to settle it and then over my arms to give me some warmth since the wind that whipped my body as we drove there was so cold.

"Let's go inside. I'll buy you a coffee," he encouraged me.

Did we listen well?

I stood in the same spot as I watched him walk inside the coffee shop, I looked stupid, but I still couldn't believe I was there, about to have a coffee with one of the guys I wanted to hate the most in that city and yet I couldn't do it.

I hurried to catch up with him, and when we arrived, he opened the door and invited me in, he directed me to one of the tables at the back, and we sat down facing each other. A blond, blue-eyed, tall, well-built guy approached us and took our order. I noticed LuzBel tense up slightly as he noticed the waiter's flirtations with me. I knew I didn't have to mind, but seeing him like that amused me.

I was aware that it wasn't jealousy, and I figured that, even though we were far from being even good buddies, it bothered him that another guy had the nerve to flirt in front of him with his companion. The waiter brought our order, and we settled down to drink our coffee in awkward silence.

"Your father is an excellent person," I mused, trying to make polite small talk and remembering the encounter with Myles.

"Only when it suits him," he muttered, making me frown. "I know what seems strange to you that we're in this situation," he said at last, and after muttering a very strange on my part, I let him continue. "To you, I may be just an arrogant jerk," he continued, and I nodded, "but that's just me to you, White, and the truth is I don't care what you think of me; too many I'm a leader and partner and, hard as it may be for you to believe, I'm also a friend and let's not leave out the excellent lover thing." I rolled my eyes at the last as his talk started to interest me, but I noticed he always tended to screw it up.

"Here we were going," I satirized and blew on my coffee a little. He just snorted a smile.

"Very soon, it will be the first mission with you being part of Grigori, and I need us to work as a team," he pointed out, "so I propose a truce."

"Truce?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, truce," he repeated. "You proved yourself to be a smart girl today, and I must admit that you are the only one who has managed to take me down." I smiled still proudly.

"Should I take that as flattery?" I asked as I took a sip of my coffee.

"No, I'm just pointing out the truth, but I'm not flattering you." His sincerity was often annoying. "To work well, we need to get along in a civilized manner, like two polite mundanes." That last made me laugh, and I saw that he was annoyed. "What's so funny to you?" he questioned as I continued to laugh.

"Sorry, LuzBel, but I could imagine everything about you, except that you are a fan of reading or rather of the Shadowhunters saga," I answered, and I noticed him confused. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" I asked, and he denied. "You said to talk like mundane people, and Shadowhunters use that word. I read it there at least."

"Ah, that's it. I have no idea what you're talking about or who the fuck those are, but the mundane word thing I learned from Elsa, that girl sure reads a lot," her mentioning it gave me a bitter taste in my mouth that I couldn't ignore. Unjustified? Of course, it was. I wasn't supposed to feel that way; "I know what it means because she explained it to me," he continued, and I decided to ignore his conversation.

"I see that you really love her," I whispered more to myself without pretending he heard me, but I failed, and he laughed at what I said.

"I don't love any woman but my mother and Tess," he confessed. "Elsa is just another girl I have fun with." I stirred uncomfortably as I listened to him, "and don't take this the wrong way, White, but to me, women are like chocolate."

For being delicious, I hoped.

"Why?" I wanted to know very intrigued.

"Because after you lick yourself with pleasure with it, the wrapper turns to garbage," he exclaimed out serenely and confidently, those words stinging me so much. I closed my eyes indignantly, and he noted, "or at least that's the way it is with everyone I've slept with, everyone except for Elsa. She'll always just be my friend." I tried to control myself for such stupidity said by that mouth, but I failed.

"You're just an arrogant jerk who has to go fucking every woman who gets in front of him to prove his manhood," I spat venomously, and the asshole just laughed.

"No, Gorgeous, make no mistake. I don't fuck different women to prove my manhood. I do it because I like it. After all, it gives me pleasure." The mocking laughter on his face provoked me to punch him to erase it.

Arg, you fucking idiot!

"With that stupid attitude you have, we'll never even become good partners," I blurted out in annoyance. "Seriously, LuzBel, I'm trying to understand your idiocy, but I can't do it. You and I are the kinds of people who will never get to work well as long as you're together. We're the ones they label as opposites, and I honestly don't think a truce will work for us." The certainty in my voice showed, and he gave me a tired look, but I wasn't about to stop myself from telling him a couple of truths. "Why don't you just spare Cameron and Jane, leave me out of this, and we'll spare each other the bad taste of being in each other's presence since ultimately, I don't think a truce will work for us," I asked finally, playing one last card to get rid of him.

He tensed again, clasped his hands, and denied as he listened to me.

"We have a deal I respect, so don't break it," he warned. "I won't spare them, and since you offered to pay their debt with work, you will comply," I clenched the cup tightly in my hands, and for a moment, I thought it would break. LuzBel sighed and continued. "Look, White, I wouldn't have to do this, but you are very valuable to the organization right now because of your skills, and since you volunteered, I'm going to take advantage of you." I looked at him thoughtfully. "I promise to treat you politely. You don't interest me in any way other than as a minion," he emphasized, and in truth, that made me indignant and fed up, "that will make everything easier."

I had reached my limit.

"Do you repeat that last thing to yourself to believe it?" I blurted out, blinded by resentment, and saw the surprise in his gray eyes. "You know what, you better not answer because I don't even care and try to get the first assignment. I have to do for you come quickly. I urge you to start the clock ticking so I can get rid of you. I don't want to end up crazy from being around you so much," I spat angrily. "I'll wait for you outside," I warned, ending the conversation.

I left my coffee half-finished and stood up to get out of there. I couldn't stand to be another minute in front of him.

I felt pathetic realizing all the things that provoked me every time that stupid guy emphasized that I wasn't his type of girl and, although I really wasn't because he didn't categorize me to be in the group of sluts that paraded around his bed, it bothered me that he was so direct.

I pulled my cell phone out of my inside jacket pocket and decided to call Elliot. I needed to calm down, get many things out of my head that I wouldn't have thought of in the past, and only my boy could help me with that.

"Hey, babe. What a surprise," he replied after two tones.

"Do I still look like an attractive girl to you?" I asked out of the blue, getting him to go silent.

"Isa, you're the sexiest fucking girl in the fucking world," he repeated after a few minutes of silence, managing to get a smile out of me. "I don't know why that silly question, but you better than anyone knows how beautiful you are. I'm already itching to be by your side and show you what I'm talking about." I felt my cheeks blush at what was said.

That was what I needed.

The right words that our angel always had.

"I miss you so much, Elliot, and I need you by my side too," I said sincerely. "There are a lot of things I need to tell you," I remembered the kiss with Evan and knew I had to tell him, but not that moment, not through a phone call.

"Soon, baby," he formulated. "Pretty soon, I'll show you how attractive you are and how much I love you."

"I lov..."

"We're leaving now." LuzBel's voice wouldn't let me continue.

"Are you with someone?" asked Elliot as he heard the demanding voice directed at me.

"He's just a classmate from college," I mused, turning around, facing the owner of those cold blue-gray eyes that almost glared at me. "I'll call you when I get home."

"Okay, and tell that idiot not to get too clever," he warned. "I love you."

"Don't worry, he won't," I assured. "I love you too." I ended the call and took the helmet LuzBel was extending to me.

I walked near the motorcycle intending to get on it and passed him, though before I reached it, he grabbed my arm, and again that tingle ran through my body as I felt his touch.

We were getting into something dangerous, buddy.

And I knew it.

"You judge me for being cheeky, and I see you are too," he whispered close to my ear. We were side by side, him looking straight ahead and me towards the motorcycle. I frowned as I didn't understand what he was referring to.

"What are you talking about?"

"You go and tell your boyfriend you love him, but then you flirt and make out with other guys. That makes you worse than me, White," he pointed out with amusement making me more annoyed at his accusation.

"I do love my boyfriend, and I don't flirt or make out with other guys." I let go of his grip and set him straight. "I am not like you, understand me. I do love, I do respect, and my heart is not a block of ice, and if by kissing other guys you mean what happened with Evan, you are very wrong, LuzBel. He kissed me, and I didn't kiss him back." Although for a few seconds I wanted to, I thought to myself, "and I made things very clear to him. That makes me very different from you."

He was silent and seeing that he wouldn't say anything else, I walked to the motorcycle and got on it. LuzBel still had her back to me. I figured he was thinking about what I had just told him. Minutes later, he turned around and got on the motorcycle, but not like it was right. He did so, staying in front of me, and without waiting for me, he grabbed my legs and pulled me up on his lap. A scream escaped my mouth when he carried me with so much agility, so much, that he didn't give me time to react, or instead, his action left me not knowing what to do.

"What... are you doing?" I managed to ask in hesitation as I put my hands on his shoulders for support.

"Do you really love your boyfriend?" he asked close to my face, making me intoxicated with his scent of mint mixed with coffee.

My heart had been racing too fast.

"Yes," I replied nervously.

"Don't you feel anything when you're near me?" his husky, seductive voice made my heart almost jump out of my chest.

Why did he have to ask me those questions right at that moment? Why does it in that position? Why did he have to be so direct? And above all, why did that question make me hesitate so much?

"Put me down, LuzBel," I tried to sound firm, though I didn't think I succeeded much. "You don't need this to ask those stupid questions." I felt his hands caress my thighs, his touch burning me, and the worst part was that I liked it.

He continued and was about to reach my hips. Still, using all my self-control, I stopped them before reaching their target, but that made him move them up my back and joined my torso to his getting our lips inches apart, his eyes connected with mine, his gaze hypnotized me and me then he lowered it to my lips.

I bit my bottom lip as I saw him look at them.

"Answer what I asked you," he demanded, making his lips brush to mine, mimicking the brush of a feather.

His warm breath caressed me, and unintentionally my eyes closed, waiting like a fool for him to finish joining me ultimately. But he didn't, his hands went to my waist, and he pulled me away from him. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling mockingly and arrogantly.

"You don't need to answer anymore, Gorgeous. Actions speak louder than a thousand words." My cheeks turned red as embarrassment hit me, the jerk mocked me, and like a fool, I fell.

And boy did that kid know how to persuade.

And how to make a fool of me.

"You're an asshole!" I spat angrily as I got off his lap and placed myself on the seat of the Ducati. He kept laughing and positioned himself correctly, he put on his helmet, and I did the same with mine.

I felt indignant and not only because of what he just did but also because of how I let my impulses get the better of me.

At least at that moment, you really hated him.

All along the way, I felt guilty. What LuzBel did was just to show me that he could have as much control over me as he wanted, and I berated myself as I realized that I was letting an idiot like him manipulate me to the point of wanting to feel his lips on mine.

He doesn't kiss any woman on the mouth, he just uses them for sex, and that's it.

It reminded me of my conscience, and I got worse. The moment he made me stay on his lap, my mind clouded over. I just wanted to feel his lips on mine. I thought of nothing else but reveling in his mouth, and that was the worst. I had just told Elliot that I loved him, not to worry about LuzBel when he told me to warn him not to get too clever, and what did I do when I had him close? Nothing, I just waited for him to kiss me, and the jerk was teasing me.

Did it hurt that you failed Elliot or that he didn't kiss you?

That was a stupid question.

Of course, and being like that, you didn't know how to answer it.

LuzBel turned out to be worse than I imagined. He didn't care about playing with anyone's feelings. He only cared about showing that he could get what he wanted and have any girl drooling over him, willing to go to bed with him even if it was just for one night and the worst of all was that he didn't lie to them. He was sincere, he spoke plainly, and yet many were willing to please him, even I thought about it for a moment, and such a fact made me feel like shit.

"Hey, Gorgeous," he said after I got off the bike. We were in front of my house. He drove me after I gave him directions. "Will you accept the truce?" I was still embarrassed and avoided looking him in the eye.

"I don't think you and I will ever get along in a civilized manner," I mumbled, "but as long as you don't cross my path too much, I'm well served," I clarified and started walking toward my front door without saying goodbye to him.

"Wait, White!" he shouted when I had already moved a little away from him.

"Stop teasing me already, Luzbel, and fuck off," I blurted out angrily.

"That bad it made you that I didn't kiss you as you wanted so badly," he shot back, making my anger increase.

"No, make no mistake. Your presence always makes me sick." My voice was full of bitterness.

"Anyway, I just want to give you some advice." I raised my eyebrow, incredulous at that stupidity. "Think better about how much you love your boyfriend because you proved me otherwise a while ago," he remembered the embarrassment he put me through, and I felt my cheeks tinge red again.

"I hate you!" I spat. "And I swear I'll make you pay for every one of your stupid things someday," I vowed, and she smiled sideways haughtily.

"Are you a woman of your word?" he questioned calmly, making me feel stunned at that.

"Yes," I assured.

"Then I hope you keep that thing you just promised me," he said. I watched him get on his motorcycle and put on his helmet, "because I've made some oaths to you too, and I'm going to keep them no matter what it takes," he confessed and winked at me, started up the Ducati and drove off leaving me standing there and thinking about what those oaths would be.

Thinking about what I felt for Elliot, what was happening to me with LuzBel, and how difficult it would be to spend time with him after what happened in the coffee shop.

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