ANAISShe hears his voice and stays facing forward, avoiding looking at him.“What are you doing? Come on, Anais, you can’t, not live your life and lock yourself away. That is crazy and a waste.”She laughs slightly. “Just as it is if I never go near a man again, never have a partner, get married or have kids. Never fall in love again, Lucifer.”“Anais…”“Don’t! What is the point of living Lucifer? Sure, I could be amazing. I could become a well-known singer, a billionaire, but what is all that without someone to share it with? You told me to forget about you and to live my life, well I am. In the only way that you will allow me to.”She glances up, seeing Lucifer standing before her.“I want to apologise, Anais, but I shouldn’t. I want to tell you I did it because I am a jealous fool, but that would be wrong. Part of me likes right now that you hate me bec

The next few weeks seem to proceed to go by. Anais acted shocked when the police found Mich’s body, and Rachel told her. She sits outside the shop, her head shaking. She isn’t sure why she comes here so much. She just does. It is no longer the shop. Once they found out Mich had died, everything changed, his place has new people in it, and his shop is now full of DIY items. He wasn’t lying about the street. Every time she tries waving or even smiling at one of her neighbours, they look at her disgusted and run. “Anais!” Turning, she smiles at Emily. “Okay, so let the torture begin.” She laughs as Emily rolls her eyes. “Not torture. I swear he is sweet. Really nice and hot.” Her smile widens. “How do you know this guy?” Anais looks at her. “Dave, it is his sister, husband’s cousin or something. I have met him twice. Drinks, food that is all, no one is saying agree to get married.” Anais nods smiling. She hasn’t been near

“Don’t move them.” His voice is seductive as his hand releases hers and grasps her neck. His mouth presses against her lips, his tongue pushing through, stroking along her tongue.Anais’s hands move, wrapping around his neck. His hands move, grasping hers and pulling them above her head again.“Keep them there.” His mouth begins to move down to her neck, slowly taunting her. Anais’s moans get louder as her hands move, grasping him. Damon moves, sitting up slightly.“I need something for your hands.” His eyes stay fixed on hers.“What does that mean?” Anais looks at him, his head lowering as he kisses her, pulling her hands above her head.“I mean, to keep those hands obeying me.” He looks at her waiting, she has something, but it will raise questions. She points towards the bedside table, his head tilted in question.Moving his hand pulls the drawer open, his eyes

“What do you mean even without a first date?” His words are full of curiosity. She laughs slightly.“It’s hard to explain.” His body leans forward slightly, hearing her words.“I’m sure I can understand.”“Okay, so before, a long while ago, I worked as a waiter at high-end events. Often the waitresses were asked to dance with guests here and there. I agreed, then found myself in a quiet room with the man I agreed to dance with, sitting on his knee, orgasming around his fingers.” She watches as his eyes widen.“Shit.” He laughs slightly. “So, the thrill of jumping off a cliff and stuff, no, you didn’t do. Letting a stranger help you get off, though, that you agree to?” He looks at her perplexed.“I have never done it before. That was a first for me. Something about him pulled me in, and I honestly would have agreed to just about everything. W

He cuddles her against him.“So, what is the plan now?” Her eyes stay on his face as she smiles.“We have a week or two here, then we leave on another break. Any ideas where to go next?” He looks at her, his finger stroking along her back.“Not a clue. Then again, I would be happy staying here the whole time.” Her smile widens.“Of course, you would. You have a dirty mind.” Leaning down, his lips press against hers. The sound of ringing makes her roll her eyes.“Please answer because if they don’t stop, I will.” She laughs slightly.