One Night With Mr Lucifer

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The woman on the TV screen smiled brightly, addressing her audience. "What's up, New York City? I know most of us are eagerly awaiting tomorrow's event. In just 20 hours, our superstar and Brooklyn's beloved mayor, Evanora Scott, will be marrying the Grammy-winning singer, Denim King, in front of the whole world. The ceremony will be streamed live to an audience of 20 million."

The announcer continued with a grin, "I also heard Evanora will be wearing a custom Zuhair Murad gown adorned with 10,000 hand-beaded crystals. It's going to be an unforgettable day!"

"Evanora Scott and Denim King are exchanging vows on stage in New York City tomorrow, and after that, they're jetting off to a private island for their honeymoon," another commentator added.

"Honestly, Evanora deserves the best," a woman chimed in. "After so many failed relationships, she's finally found the right man. I'm so happy for her!"

Evanora couldn't stop smiling as she watched Jimmy Fallon and other hosts discussing her upcoming wedding. It had been her dream, and she could hardly wait to walk down the aisle in that breathtaking gown.

After all the heartbreak with her past relationships, she had finally found the man of her dreams, and in less than a day, they would be married. "I'm getting married!" she squealed, her excitement contagious as her friends laughed around her.

"I'm so happy for you, babe!" Mirabella exclaimed. "I mean, damn! You're marrying the hottest singer ever." Evanora laughed, feeling grateful for her friend's excitement. Mirabella had always been her closest friend, bold and supportive, even if she was a little crazy.

"Well, I don't think he's perfect for you, Evanora," Evelyn said, sipping her juice. Her disapproval was obvious, and Evanora shot her a glare.

Evelyn had never approved of Denim, no matter how hard he tried to make a good impression. It grated on Evanora; Evelyn knew how much her friends meant to her, but still refused to give him a chance.

"I don't know what your problem with him is, Evelyn, and honestly, I don't care if you don't like him," Evanora said, her voice hardening. "But don't you dare talk trash about my soon-to-be husband."

Evelyn looked taken aback for a moment, but then shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just saying, Eva. You know I care about you and want what's best," she replied, though her tone held a hint of reluctance. "But if he makes you happy, I'll keep my mouth shut... for now."

Mirabella rolled her eyes, draping an arm around Evanora. "Ignore her, babe. You deserve all the happiness tomorrow's going to bring, and we're going to make sure this wedding is as unforgettable as you dreamed."

Evanora smiled, grateful for Mirabella's unwavering support. She knew her friend had been there through every heartbreak, every failed relationship, and every painful lesson along the way. This wedding wasn't just a milestone in her love life; it was a victory over everything she'd overcome to get here.

As the night deepened, they poured glasses of champagne and toasted to the big day. The air was filled with laughter, warmth, and the sparkle of pre-wedding excitement. Evanora's thoughts drifted to Denim, imagining the moment she'd see him standing at the altar, waiting for her with that charming smile she'd fallen in love with.

"Can you believe it?" she murmured, almost to herself. "In just a few hours, I'll be Evanora King." Her voice was soft, filled with both awe and anticipation.

"You two are going to be perfect together," Mirabella assured her. "And, Evelyn," she added pointedly, "whether you like it or not, you're about to witness the happiest day of our best friend's life."

Evelyn managed a small smile and raised her glass. "Alright, alright. To the bride-to-be."

The three friends clinked glasses, their laughter echoing around the room as they celebrated the night away. Evanora felt a surge of happiness, a sense of fulfillment that had once seemed so distant. The love she'd found, the friends who stood by her, and the city she adored-it was all coming together.

Tomorrow, she would be stepping into a new chapter, a new life. And as she lay in bed later that night, trying to calm her racing thoughts, she couldn't help but feel that all of her struggles had been worth it. In just a few hours, her dream was about to become reality.

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(NEXT DAY)

It finally the day the guys. I know everyone are getting ready to witness the exchanging of vows but please don't forget to send me some videos" The woman on the tv said, and a few people just laughed.

The young woman heart was pounding widely as she she stared at herself in the wedding gown. She knew she was looking beyond gorgeous. She gasped, and covered her mouth trying not to cry but it came out, and she couldn't stop crying.

"Hey don't do that. You will ruin your makeup" Someone who was from behind said, and she quickly cleaned her tears.

The lady hugged her. "You are getting married Eva and don't you forget about me no matter what" Andrea, her stepsister said and they both chuckled.

She sighed. "Where is dad?" She asked. "He is so excited to see you. He is waiting at the entrance of the hallway" Andrea whispered, and the Evanora blushed.

Looking around she smiled, her loved ones was with her. Her siblings, her friends, her dad and some few relative but her mother was not here with her.

She chuckled and cleaned the tears threatening to fall down from her eyes. "Let's get going sweetheart. The priest is am impatient one" Andrea said...

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As Evanora stepped out of the car, the crowd erupted in screams of excitement. People pushed and jostled to catch a glimpse of the beautiful bride, snapping photos as she smiled in response.

The crowd was massive, spilling into the street. But her smile faded as she noticed a few people looking at her with pity, glancing back and forth between her and their phones. That was the look she despised the most.

She looked around, realizing more people were doing the same. When she turned back, even her friends were staring at their phones.

"I can't believe he did this to her. I thought he was perfect for her," someone whispered.

"Don't you think this is a setup? That girl is her best friend."

"People can be so cruel," another murmured.

"What the heck!" Andrea, standing beside her, gasped while looking at her phone.

"Please, let's sing a song as the bride enters," the man on the microphone announced.

Evanora's heart pounded as she half-yelled, "What's going on?" and grabbed Andrea's phone.

Her heart stopped, her breath catching as she saw the video. Tears filled her eyes as she stared in shock at the scene on the screen-it was Mirabella and Denim, kissing.

She wiped her eyes, hoping she was seeing things, but it was real. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, clutching her chest, breathing heavily.

"How could you?" Evelyn yelled at Mirabella, who was sobbing. Evanora glared at her, disbelief etched across her face.

Mirabella? She asked herself in shock. Among her four friends, if anyone would have done this, she'd have thought it would be Evelyn, known for her reputation with married men. But Mirabella?

"Oh my goodness! She's having an attack. Get her inhaler, Evelyn!" Andrea yelled, trying to calm Evanora as she collapsed onto the floor, screaming.

People started taking pictures, more focused on capturing the drama than witnessing the wedding. Just then, Denim rushed out with a few friends.

They must have been waiting nearby. "What's going on?" he asked, panicked, rushing toward Evanora, but she slapped him.

"How could you! How could you cheat on me with my best friend?" she shouted, struggling to catch her breath. Evelyn quickly handed her the inhaler, and Evanora took a few deep breaths.

Denim's eyes widened, and he scoffed. "We have a wedding to attend, babe. This isn't the time for this. I didn't do anything like that," he claimed.

Evanora scoffed and showed him the video. He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair.

"Enough!" she interrupted. "I've noticed how close you two have been. The gift you gave her for her birthday last week was even more thoughtful than mine... And last night, when you disappeared, were you with her?" Her voice trembled, hoping it wasn't true, but his silence confirmed it.

"You jerk!" she screamed, yanking off her veil and hitting him hard. The crowd around them grew even larger.

With a deep breath, she took off her ring. "I guess you weren't the one for me after all," she said through her tears.

Denim ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Please, sweetheart-"

"Don't you dare call me that," Evanora snapped, cutting him off. "We're over!" She threw the ring at him, earning gasps from the crowd.

He scoffed, then grabbed her tightly, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?" he chuckled coldly.

"Yes... I've been sleeping with your friends, but it was just sex," he admitted, and the hall filled with shocked gasps.

"You know how much I need it, and you deprived me, insisting on saving yourself for marriage. What did you think you were-a nun?" he yelled angrily. "Your friend saw how miserable I was and stepped in. It meant nothing."

Evanora broke into tears again.

"You're still marrying me, and you won't deny me this," he shouted, trying to drag her inside, but her guards stepped in, blocking his path.

"Don't lay a hand on her," one of the guards said firmly.

Before anyone could react, Evanora snatched a guard's keys and dashed to a nearby car.

"Oh my gosh! She's getting away!" a reporter shouted as everyone turned toward her.

"Wait!" Andrea called, running after her, but Evanora had already driven off.

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(DRACO CLUB)

"I can't believe this. Can you believe he said I was a nun" Evanora yelled as she gulped down the glass of a wine, and by now everyone attention was now on her.

She didn't care... She was so hurting Inside and needed to get wasted. "Can I get another drink?" She yelled to the bartender who huffed.

"Ma I think is inappropriate. You have had 8 drink now, wearing that wedding dress. I don't even know you" The bartender said.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then she bursted into laughter. "You don't know me! That's the first time I got to meet somebody like that" She yelled laughing crazily.

"What do you mean you don't know her!" Someone smack the bartender head. "That is the popular actress Evanora"

"Oh my goodness! She is supposed to be getting married today right!"

"Well I heard she ran from the venue after she saw the video of her husband to be and her Best friend kissing each other" She muttered to the other.

Evanora scoffed, tears flowing down from her eyes. "I am right here you know. Stop talking" She yelled.

Suddenly she jumped on the table dancing crazily. "Ma please come down. You are drunk" The bartender said trying to get her down. "Drunk!" She bursted into laughter "just let me do as I like. I am going to pay you 1 million dollar" She yelled.

Everyone stared at each other in surprise and they left her.

She started dancing crazily while shaking her butt to the music, and by now everyone was taking videos and pictures.

"Can you believe he called me a nun! All because I refused to give him my virginity" She yelled laughing crazily.

"Okay.. I have a one life time opportunity for the guys. I want to give my virginity to any guy." She said as she gulped down a drink.

The guys stared at her with Lust. No doubt Evanora Scott was the most beautiful actress from new York city. Her beauty even got thousands of men fighting, now and highschool but she always give chances to the wrong men.

"How about me?" A guy said as he walked towards her.

She scoffed as she stared at him. "You are so ugly, you are not my type so fuck off" She yelled laughing sarcastically

Suddenly her body started getting red, and she could feel holes boring into her skin, almost like someone was staring at her. She looked upstairs at the VIP section only to see that one man staring at her... Every man there was staring at her, but she couldn't help but shuttered as he stared at her.

She gulped down nervously while he just smirked. He tilt his head to the side while staring at her.

Someone gripped on her made her looked away from him. She frowned as she saw that farmiliar face. "We have a wedding to attend and you better come with me else you are going to regret it" Denim threatened as he tried to pull her away.

"Let me go asshole" She yelled and pushed him harshly. Denim scoffed. "You bitch. I have been nice to you. Haven't I?" He said through grifted teeth.

He made to grab hold of her again but someone pushed him back harshly.

"What the he..! He cursed as the men stared at each other. "She don't want to come with you as she had said earlier so why don't you fuck off"

"She's my wife to be so stay out of it" denim said..

Just then Evanora wrapped her arms around the unknown neck. "I don't want to get married to you anymore" She said.

"You bitch come here" denim said and tried to grabbed her but suddenly screamed in pain as his hand suddenly twist itself.

His gaze widened in horror as he looked at the male who just smirked. "Take him out" He instructed and they grabbed him out.

Evanora suddenly squealed as she clapped her hands. "You are my hero" She giggled and hugged him.

The male scoffed and dragged her to the VIP section..

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Just as they got to the VIP section, the male gently placed Evanora on the bed, his eyes lingering on her

The room was dim, the faint glow of the city filtering through the large window, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Evanora leaned against the counter, her cheeks flushed, not just from the wine but from the fire simmering beneath her skin. She wobbled slightly, gripping the edge for support, her eyes fixed on the male

He stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an aura of restrained power. His midnight-black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a sliver of his chiseled chest. His sharp, inhuman eyes narrowed at her, glowing faintly under the low light.

"You're drunk," he said, his voice a deep rumble, smooth and velvety yet laced with a dangerous edge.

Evanora's laugh was soft, almost bitter. "Drunk enough to finally stop caring," she said, taking a step closer, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. "But not drunk enough to not know what I want."

Her words hung between them, charged, electric. His tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. She could see the storm in his eyes, a swirl of desire and hesitation.

"You don't know what you're asking for, mizz," he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

She reached him, her fingers trembling but determined as they brushed against the fabric of his shirt. "I know exactly what I'm asking for, my hero," she whispered, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her lips parted, her breath warm and heavy. "I want you."

The male inhaled sharply, his hands catching her wrists gently but firmly. "You're playing with fire," he warned, though his voice cracked slightly. His dark nature stirred beneath the surface, a predator barely restrained.

"Then burn me," Evanora replied, her voice a sultry challenge.

His resolve shattered. With a guttural sound, he pulled her against him, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and wild. She melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if he were her lifeline.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a dominance that made her knees weak. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed as if she weighed nothing. The air around them crackled with an unearthly energy, his dark essence intertwining with her very being.

When he laid her down, his gaze softened for a moment. "You need to be sure," he said, his voice a whisper, a final plea for clarity.

Evanora cupped his face, her thumb tracing his sharp jawline. "I've never been surer of anything," she said.

That was all he needed.

Clothes were shed in a flurry, barriers falling away to reveal skin that glowed under the moonlight. His touch was both gentle and possessive, trailing fire along her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worshiped her body with kisses, each one sending shivers down her spine.

When he finally claimed her, it was with a ferocity that left no doubt of his supernatural nature. Their movements were synchronized, a dance of passion and longing. She cried his name, her voice trembling with pleasure, and he responded with a growl, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered dark, intoxicating promises.

For a moment, it felt as though time had stopped. They were two souls colliding, their connection deeper than either of them could comprehend. As the waves of ecstasy crashed over them, Evanora's grip on him tightened, her nails leaving faint marks on his back.

Heburied his face in her neck, his breathing ragged. "You don't know what you've done to me," he murmured, his voice rough and raw.

As the night deepened, he held her close, his dark thoughts momentarily silenced. Evanora, her head resting on his chest, felt a dangerous comfort in his arms. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, she was exactly where she wanted to be-lost in the embrace of the dark being she had dared to desire.

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Evanora stirred awake, her body sinking into unfamiliar, soft sheets as the first hints of daylight seeped through her closed eyelids. A dull, persistent ache pulsed in her head, and as she shifted, an unusual soreness in her limbs reminded her that this wasn't her bed, nor was it the morning she'd planned.

Her heart quickened, a sudden wave of disorientation washing over her. As she opened her eyes, a dim, elegant room slowly came into focus-a room she'd never seen before. She pushed herself up slowly, clutching the sheets to her chest as the fragmented events of last night drifted back to her in flashes.

She remembered the crowded club, the swirl of music and lights blurring together, and the haze of emotions she'd been trying so hard to escape. She had barely noticed anyone at first, consumed by her own thoughts, until something-no, someone-had caught her attention. A laugh, a warm smile across the room, and the thrill of making eye contact with a stranger who seemed to hold her gaze a little too long.

Her cheeks flushed as the memory deepened, her own voice lingering in her ears, playfully challenging him to take a chance. She could still feel the warmth of his hand as she'd reached out, fingers interlacing with hers, a gentle pull that had set her pulse racing.

Another wave of memories washed over her, clearer this time-their lips meeting, the tentative touch that quickly became something more. She had wanted it, had leaned into each moment, allowing herself to let go in a way she hadn't in so long. Her own laughter, soft whispers, and the way she'd felt his heartbeat against hers filled her mind.

Evanora closed her eyes, reliving the hazy intensity, every touch, every shared glance, and the quiet, thrilling surrender that had carried away her pain.

Rising from the bed, Evanora felt the weight of last night's recklessness settle heavily on her shoulders. Her legs were still weak, but she pushed herself to stand, instinctively pulling the sheets tighter around her bare skin. Scanning the floor, she spotted her wedding gown, and a dress she had wore inside tossed carelessly around the room, a harsh reminder of the impulsive decision she now wished she could undo. One by one, she gathered each piece, slipping into them while fragments of the night flickered in her mind like shadows-taunting, hazy, and raw.

She wore the dress and packed her hair in a ponytail.

The sound of water abruptly stopped, and her heart raced. She had to get out before he finished, before she had to face those dark, unnervingly seductive eyes again. She glanced toward the door, her hand reaching for the knob. She twisted it, but it didn't budge.

"Oh, come on," she muttered, jiggling it harder. Panic began to seep in as she glanced around, hoping for some sign of a key or a latch that would set her free. But just as she was about to tug on it again, she heard his voice, deep and dripping with a dangerous calmness.

"Going somewhere?"

The husky timbre of his voice washed over her like a warning, and she froze, her back still to him. She barely dared to breathe, feeling the intensity of his gaze without needing to turn around. It was magnetic, alluring, and so incredibly dangerous that she almost laughed out of sheer nervousness. Summoning a sliver of courage, she turned slowly, forcing herself to face him.

And there he was.

He leaned against the bathroom doorframe, wrapped in nothing but a towel, the steam from his shower swirling around him, framing his toned body like some forbidden fantasy. His dark hair dripped slightly, strands clinging to his forehead, and in his hand, a cigarette dangled loosely, sending tendrils of smoke curling into the air. His chiseled jaw clenched as his eyes met hers, and Evanora's breath caught in her throat. She'd thought she knew attraction, but this man-he was unreal, like something out of a feverish dream, someone who didn't just command attention but demanded it.

The way he looked at her, with eyes that held an unsettling mix of lust and intensity, sent a shiver down her spine.

"I didn't... I didn't think you'd still be here," she stammered, desperately trying to sound casual as she forced a smile. "Thanks for, uh... last night. I was just about to head out."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze never wavering, and took a slow drag of his cigarette. "You're really going to pretend you don't remember anything?" His voice was dark, almost mocking, with a dangerous edge that made her pulse quicken.

She tried to laugh it off, glancing away as she tugged on the doorknob again. "Look, I was drunk. I don't remember much, so... just let me out, okay?"

But he didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head, scrutinizing her with an intensity that made her skin tingle. "So you're saying you don't remember the way you begged for me? The way you moaned my name while I-"

"Stop," she interrupted, heat rising to her cheeks. She laughed nervously, rolling her eyes as if he were some silly nuisance she could brush off. "Funny. But I know guys like you. Just trying to make me feel guilty or... I don't know, somehow indebted." She fished in her purse and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, holding it up with a sarcastic smile. "Here's fifty bucks for your 'services,' alright? I'm sure that should cover whatever you think I owe you."

She tossed the money at him, letting it flutter to the floor between them, and turned her attention back to the door. But the room was silent except for the faint sound of his exhale as he took another drag from his cigarette. There was no anger in his expression, only something darker, something that made her chest feel tight.

"You think I'm just some guy you can pay to forget?" His tone was soft, almost a whisper, but laced with a threat that made her pause. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

She hesitated, her hand still on the doorknob. "No, and I don't care," she replied, forcing herself to sound braver than she felt. "Whatever this was, it's done."

But when she dared to look back at him, he was still watching her, his gaze holding her captive. And then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with amusement. He seemed to find her defiance entertaining, almost as if he were toying with her, watching her every move with a predatory patience.

"You know," he murmured, his voice like velvet as he crushed the cigarette under his heel, "if you really didn't care, you wouldn't have that look in your eyes. I think you remember exactly how you felt last night, and it's scaring you, isn't it?"

The air between them grew tense, charged with an energy she couldn't deny. She clenched her jaw, trying to shake off the magnetic pull he seemed to have over her. She took a step back, but he moved forward, closing the distance until he was mere inches away, his hand resting lightly on the door beside her head, effectively trapping her.

Her heart pounded, and she could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his skin mixed with the faint smell of smoke. She forced herself to hold his gaze, though it took every ounce of strength she had.

"I don't know who you think you are," she said, her voice shaking slightly, "but you're not scaring me. I don't need your... games."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent chills down her spine. "Games? You think this is a game?" He leaned closer, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath against her skin. "If I wanted to play games, believe me, you'd know."

Her throat went dry, and she swallowed, trying to ignore the way her body reacted to his proximity, the way her skin seemed to tingle where his hand brushed against hers. He was too close, too intense, and for a second, she questioned everything she thought she knew about herself, about the boundaries she'd always kept.

But she couldn't give in-not to him, not to this.

"Open the door," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

He held her gaze a moment longer, studying her, his expression unreadable. And then, without a word, he stepped back, his hand falling from the door. She took a shaky breath, grateful for the space, though she could still feel the weight of his presence, like a shadow she couldn't shake.

As she turned the knob, the door swung open easily, and she glanced over her shoulder one last time, her heart pounding. He stood there, watching her with a look that was equal parts fascination and promise, as if he knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd find herself at his mercy.

And in that moment, a part of her knew it too.