LACYPulling myself out of bed was hard to do considering the lack of sleep I attained. After talking to Macy and aunt Coral, I shunted off to bed in hopes of getting some sleep. All hope diminished when I realized that the sleep would never take me because there was just too much on my mind.I couldn't just stare at the ceiling the whole night so I decided to work on my project. I couldn't help but wonder what Lucifer would think if he knew I had been writing a novel about him. He would probably hate the idea especially since he was such a private person when it came to his personal endeavors but recently he had been full of surprises.This book felt like my own personal diary filled with all my emotions. Every encounter Lucifer and I ever shared had been jotted down, even some of my personal story had been jotted down because who could refuse the gossip of a millionaire's daughter all wrapped up in a pre

LACYThe week sped by. I didn't expect it to fly by as quick as it did because usually the week dragged on at a snail's pace but what they say proved to be true, time did fly when you were having fun. I just wished it hadn't meant only one more week of freedom for me. Only one more week before I probably made the biggest mistake of my entire existence.The past week consisted of Lucifer taking Rose to school every morning before heading to work and me picking her up after school. I made sure to get her to Malik's safely. I also made certain that she bathed, ate, and did her homework before sitting and watching all of her favorite movies.I was always relieved of my duties way too early when Lucifer's mother would come in to take care of her. I didn't trust her alone with Rose mainly because she was an ex-convict but Lucifer had told me to give her a chance. He had been working things out with the woman so

LACYHe leaned in, placing his rough, calloused hand on the burning hot skin of my cheek. This was what I had been waiting for the entire night. I needed to feel his soft, delicious lips on my own to cool the burning desire that simmered inside of me. We were parked outside Macy's house. We had been parked here for about five minutes just getting lost in each other's eyes, both of us deliberating who would make the first move. It was always so easy for us but this was different. Neither one of us wanted to foil this night because it held a special kind of importance.I leaned into his touch, the warmth drawing me in. This needed to be perfect. It didn't matter if it wasn't our first kiss but it would be the perfect end to an amazing first date. I watched as his pink tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth and swiped across his bottom

LACYEveryone rushed around in a haste to get the massive ballroom at my parents' house ready for the rehearsal dinner that would take place in a few hours. I walked around the mansion of a house trying to recall pleasant memories but only a hand full came to mind, however, none of those memories included my so-called father.A memory vividly flashed through my mind as I strolled past the library. I use to be an avid reader growing up. That was basically how I began writing as well. With all the reading I did, my imagination never seemed to stop working. Matter of fact, my imagination worked overtime and writing became a breeze but sometimes I couldn't help but wish the world we lived in be similar to the world I read and wrote about.Every day, every God-forsaken day, I use to wake up and wished that I had the love of both my parents. I would have traded all the wealth they had for their love but at the s

LACYThere were too many unnecessary people cluttering me as I got myself ready for my wedding. We were all stuffed into one of the small rooms that the church had allowed us to use as a dressing room. There was a girl situated behind me that focused solely on my hair while another stood in front of me and focused on my makeup. I had a white, silk gown wrapped around me so that when everyone was done messing with my face I could just slip into my gorgeous wedding dress.The door to the tiny room creaked open and Macy came rushing in with her dress in hand. Her hair had been curled and pinned to one side. She wore minimal makeup which made me cringe due to the dark, raccoon-like circles around her eyes. When she tried to speak nothing but a massive yawn came out making her look like some kind of thin hippopotamus. She ended up just waving at me before slouching into a chair next to me with a grim expression plastered on her