The detective and her loyal accomplice made their way up to the reception of your highly successful hotel.

The design was exceptionally befitting to yourself.

You saw yourself as a power player. A force to be reckoned with. A woman with a man's influence in the world. Too bad they didn't like you all that much.

Disappointing. I was looking forward to some competition even though it wouldn't be worthwhile. You always thought.

Your strict attitude towards competition in the business industry got you where you were. At the top of the food chain. You the queen and everyone else, the prey. And you loved every single second of it.

The lift bell rung as the sliding doors opened revealing two people who looked out of place.

"Detectives, this way," your assistant Janet called out to them. You stayed at your detailed, specially made, desk typing away at emails and messages.

The double doors to your office were flung open as two people walked in seeming in a hurry by the sound of their footsteps.

"5 minutes," you stated. Not looking up from your computer.

"Oh--right." She shuffled
"I'm detective Chloe Decker and this is my partner Lucifer Morningstar. We'd like to as you a couple of questions about your whereabouts on Thursday the 13th at around 8:15 am"

You looked up for the first time and saw a tall blond haired woman who was well built and leaked confidence. She looked you straight in the eye giving off an authoritative aura. She spoke strongly and was assertive of her surroundings.

On the other side of the room stood a tall man with slicked back black hair. He looked around touching bits and bobs that lay around your office. He went around admiring your artwork and design of your elegant office. He didn't seem at all interested with his partner's work. He often glanced across, smiling to you, showing interest in one thing.

"I was on my way to work. I was being driven by Jill, my usual driver but he seemed a bit off. He thought I wouldn't notice. He didn't arrive on time and he drove past the hotel. Twice. So I sent him home. Thought he needed some rest. Haven't seen him since." You finally answered. The detective looked at you confused, as if she was expecting, 'less detail'.

"I can tell you detective, I'm not the kind of person who lawyers up because police officers come snooping around. I've got nothing to hide." You stood up from your seat and answered as you walked towards Chloe who was standing in front of your large desk.

"Right. Of course you don't. And--" The detective's statement was cut short.

"Are you sure about that?"
Lucifer enquired, now standing closer to you. "Tell me, what do you desire the most, y/n?"

His deep brown eyes were heavenly. His voice was smoother than any other you've heard before. His presence made you weak at the knees. You tried not to buckle at the weight of his piercing stare. Something about him excited you. You wanted to go through and figure him out cell by cell. But you couldn't. Otherwise you would be breaking your own rules.

"To get a 6 month holiday, twice a year. Now Mr Morningstar I would appreciate it if you didn't stand that close to me. Personal space"

He almost jumped back his eyes lost in awe at the unfolding events. His smug smile dropped as a blank yet confused expression plastered itself all over his handsome and gorgeous face. He seemed offended. Maybe it was something you said. But you didn't care.

"Is that all, Detective?" You asked breaking the awkward silence that had now befell the large room.

" Yes. And umm I'm sorry about my partner he can be a little intrusive at times. Call me if you find anything else interesting." She handed you a card with her number on it.

You nodded at her signaling that you had accepted her apology.

"Have a good day. Detective. Mr Morningstar. "

They walked out of your office, Lucifer still looking shocked from your meeting.

You sat back down and saw a card peeking out from under a stack of papers.

"Lux...?" You read it. It seemed to advertise about a club in the vicinity of your hotel and at the back of the card an invite to a party being hosted by none other than Lucifer.

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You showed up on time and walked in the club showing the card to the oversized bodyguard outside. He opened the door leading to a world of pole dancers, music, drug ridden idiots and alcohol. Yet still maintaining a decorum of elegance and style. Even though it was everything that you swore never to see or ever be seen in, you still felt a surge of excitement hit your body.

You walked down the stairs leading to a bar. The way you dressed outlined your features perfectly. Eyes from left and right turned to face you, intrigued. At the bar was a woman. Obviously flaunting her body through her exposing clothes. You felt a sense of pride because she had the guts to do whatever she wanted with her body and loved it.

She made her way towards you and smiled. "Maz, what can I get you?"

"Bartenders choice." You threw a confident smile at her as she picked up a shot glass, a bottle from the top shelf and poured you a drink.

"The best. Hope you can handle it." She warned.

You downed the shot and didn't even flinch as the burning liquor made its way down your throat. You could feel it burning your insides. A feeling you hadn't felt in a while.

"A woman (or man depending on the reader) who can handle her drinks, that's rare."

A mellow deep voice came from behind you, whispering on the sides of your neck.

Lucifer

"Of course. I'd expect nothing less from myself," you answered turning around to face the tall man. You crossed your legs and looked up to him. "Why am I here Mr Morningstar?"

"Please, Lucifer will do just fine."

"Fine. What am I doing here Lucifer?"

"To enjoy yourself darling. And to get punished for working so hard and not taking care of yourself." He grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. He drove you through the crowd to the stairs, down the hallway and into a lift.

His choice of words confused you. You worked hard and there was nothing wrong with that.

"After you," he stated leading you in.

The doors opened and the insides were decorated with various arrays of interesting golden colored patterns on a burgundy background.

You stood there, wondering what you'd gotten yourself into.

I take one night off and now I'm probably going to get killed by a psychopath. At least I have my draft will somewhere in my office. Maybe my money won't go to waste. Oh and I swear if they elect McMann as the next CEO I will rise up from the dead and kill them all so I can spend eternity toturing that board of directors.

Your thoughts rang and fought in your mind. You pondered over how you'd gotten yourself to come here in the first place.