🎲 Dice's P.O.V 🎲

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It had taken a while to catch my breath. I swear I saw stars for a minute. We laid on the bed for minutes just starring at the ceiling. And then it hit me. The realization of what we just did. What I just did.

That he wasn't mad in fact he- loves me too! Not to mention the mind-blowing sex! But as much as id love to recount my new favourite memory, I can't help but wonder, what the hell all of this means. Am I fired or am I, in a relationship?

I feel my face flush at even the mere thought of that question. But I stop myself as soon as I realized what I was doing. I was giving myself hope. for demon's sake, this is too much for my non-existent soul to take. He is the Devil. What did I expect, that he would hold my hand or some shit? Heh, fat chance.

"geez Dice, don't blow your wig. if you wanted me to hold your hand you could've just asked me." His voice was grumbled and tried, and his hand was soft and warm. so many emotions washed over me at once. So, many emotions, But, somehow I could focus just fine. I wouldn't have this moment any other way. Even if he has once again read my mind.

"HA, what would be the point of speaking if you'll just read my mind!?"

He scoffed, "In my defence, I could tell something was bothering you. I have no idea how you can go from: yelling at me, threatening me and calling me names, me the fucking devil to being to dang shy to tell me what you want." We never made eye contact. Just laid side by side talking and holding hands.

"Whatever, last time I checked I was the one who confessed first! Plus, I have no problem asking for things or getting them. But this isn't gold or a new suit. OH speaking of which, one of the guests spilled wine on a waiter they'll be needing a new shirt." I heard a facepalm.  

"Do I really need to tell you, no work talk right now?"

"Right, sorry boss. It just came to mind I-"  I felt movement from his side of the bed. Before I could blink his face was in front of me. His hand never left mine. His face full of concern, he looked like a lost puppy.

"Boss?! what happened to De-De? " I smile and lift my free hand to his face. lightly petting the fur on his cheek down. he purred softly.

"Right, De-De" We stayed like that for a while. I may have eight million questions on my mind currently, but I'm at peace. That is until De-De's head shot up and looked at his door. Before getting up and placing a blanket over my head. All I heard was him mumbling something along the lines of "I moved us here for some fucking privacy." I got the point and stayed silent when the door opened.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WHEEZE?! I'm not liking this habit of yours interrupting us." Wheeze is here? Shit, how was I going to explain this to wheezy? Not to mention I lost the bet.

Worth it.

But anyway, I lesson in on the conversation.

"us? So Dice is with you?'' I jumped a little at the mention of my name.

"Yeah, so what of it?" I didn't need to see him know that he was smirking. He sounded proud as if he was proving something to him. As if he won me or something.

But, I have one question, on my mind. Why did he cover me with the blanket if he was just gonna tell him I was here? I'll ask him later,

"Well, sorry to interrupt you two but Dice is expected to perform on stage in 30 minutes." I panic a bit at that. I had completely forgotten I had to sing on Fridays. In my defence I got...distracted.

I heard De-De grumble and slowly close the door.

"Fine, go away."  Only the Devil can find a way to answer wheezy without really answering. Wheezy and everyone was probably panicking downstairs.  And I get it. A lot of people come out to the casino on Fridays just to see me perform. Plus I'm normally on for around an hour which is a lot of time to fill, on our busiest day, at our busiest time. 

As soon as the door closes I sit up, pull the blanket off of me and make eye contact with the dark figure in front of me.

"Question," I say clearly. He razes his eyebrow in response as if to say: "go on"

"If you were just going to tell him I'm here why did you cover me with the blanket?" He paused. Took a big sip of his drink (which I could have sworn he didn't have a second ago) and chucked.

"Dice, Sweetheart," he put his drink down and leaned in close to my face. His little nickname already had me blushing. "you are naked."

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His words sunk in. It's only now I become fully aware of my lack of clothes. I feel my face go full red as I pull at duvet to cover myself. As he laughs at my embarrassment.

"Bit too late for that sweetheart. But anyway, I didn't cover you to hide you. I have full intention of showing you off. No, I covered you up because that Wheeze fellow gets too close to you too often." I sigh with a fake annoyed face to try and cover my smile on the inside. He wants to show me off! He is jealous of Wheezy just for being close to me! And- and-

"What's with this hole sweetheart~ thing? Not that I'm complaining." I sit up at the end of the bed and wrap a blanket around my waist for at least some decency. I look over to see his face light up. He was not expecting me to call him out on his new nickname for me. He stood completely still, clearly not knowing what to say.

Normally, when he gets frozen like this I swoop in and save the situation. But I'm gonna let him crash on this one.

"W-well, I figured you have your nickname for me. It's only fair I get to-to- ugh I don't know." I laugh and start to stand up. "Uh Dice, I don't think that's the best idea right now!"

I look at him confused having no idea what he was talking about. That is until I stood up completely. A shot of pain went through me as I felt the air around me go faster.

I fell. De-De ran over to me completely failing to hold in his laughter. He helped me sit up, asked me if I was ok and kissed me on the cheek. All without ever stopping laughing.

"Oh HAHA very funny, everybody let's LAUGH AT THE BOTTOM!" I say sarcastically only causing him to laugh even more. After a while, he calmed down. That's when a realization came to me.

"WAIT how hell am I going to perform if I can't even stand!" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Simple, you're not." He grabbed me and picked me up off the floor and placed me sitting on the bed In one swoop.

"What? I can't just not perform! It's Friday! There are people out there expecting a show! MY SHOW! Plus Fridays are the nights I make crazy money in tips" while I talked he had gone around the room and picked up what clothes of mine weren't ripped. And slowing began to dress me.

"I don't care. They'll figure it out. They have to or they're fired! And I'll pay what you would have gotten in tips if you want." It was a tempting offer. And I know they could figure something out if they needed to. But I have so much on my mind now, and singing is the only time I can clear my mind. 

But he is right. I can't stand so there no way for me to- WAIT!

"No." He said Firmly. There's no doubt he knows what I'm thinking. I don't think he even needed to read my mind for this one. I've been hinting at it for a year now.

"De-De! You play the piano! I could sit on the grand piano and sing along! That way I don't have to stand and it still looks normal for that type of song! Plus, we can sing together! Come on it would be such fun!" He finished up buttoning my pants and sighed.

"I said no. You must be tried and frankly so am I. Also, you know I hate playing in front of people!" He crossed his arms.

"I know, but, just think how perfect it would be! It's been forever since we last sang together! At least one song to stall until the crew can come up with something else?"

I did my puppy dog eyes, but he shook his head at me.

I pouted, but he keeps his arms crossed.

I winked, and he blushed but still glared a face that said no.

I frowned. "Sweetheart you're forgetting that I'm still your boss. I still own you. If I say no. That means no." He looked at me with his red eyes. I'll admit, I got scared for a second, maybe even a little turned on. But I knew this was an act. I look him in the eye and start to activate my magic. Green forming in my eyes. I looked at the time. 8:10 That means I have 20 minutes to get dressed and on stage. Not long considering that's how long it takes to do my makeup.

See normally I would just let it go. In fact, I would rather stay here and relax with the man I love. But after that hole talk on how I'm not 'allowed' to. I'm performing. He didn't technically say I couldn't go preform so I'm not breaking orders.

I wait for him to turn around for his drink. Which he will. It took another minute. Annddd, Now!

FWOSH

I teleport out of the room to my bed.

I look around and see the familiar purple wallpaper. Yes, it worked! The problem is I'm even more exhausted now. Normally teleporting isn't a big deal but this I didn't just teleport myself.

"Dice? Why am I in your room? Why are you shirtless?"

"Clam down Wheezy, I need your help getting ready and fast! I can't walk so I need you to bring me my shirt and jacket, makeup and shoes." He looked at me confused.

"Did you teleport me here just for me to be your go-for? Also, why can't you walk?" All of a sudden as if on cue a deep scary voice rang through the casino.

"DIIIICCEE!" We both jumped at the voice.

"Quick! Hand me the shirt and makeup!" He still looked confused but looked too scared to question it. He ran to my closet and grabbed my shirt and shoes   I quickly put them on and looked at the clock '8:14'

De-De will be here any second. I pointed at my makeup bag and wheezy begrudgingly handed the small bag to me.

It was black with a gold zipper and gold an embroidered 'KD' on it. I love this bag, it's the first thing I bought and didn't steal for myself. I remember when I got it I showed it to Pitouletta while wheezy laughed that my initials were the same as kraft dinner.

Anyway, I grabbed the blush and powdered my face. Wheezy spoke up.

"So I take it your little meeting with the boss went well? Seeing as you're topless, you where in his room, you are covered in hickeys and bite marks. oh yeah, and, YOU CAN'T WALK?!" I smiled at his tone while doing my mascara until what he said sunk in.

"See I told ya he loved y-"

"IM COVERED IN WHAT?!" I open my little makeup mirror and moved it to see my neck. He was right I was covered In them. Shit. It's then that there was a nock on the door. It wasn't De-De he doesn't nock.

"Come in?" Pitouletta walked in.

"Oh, Dice thank hell! we- oh my! Are you ok? you're covered in marks!" I sigh and button up my shirt hoping to somewhat cover it.

'' Y-yes I'm fine, don't worry about me. I assume you're here to tell me I'm on soon? "

" Uh yeah, we have been looking for you everywhere! You're on in 15 minutes!" That's when a looming dark figure appeared behind her.

"No. He's not."

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