Chapter 18

• Isabelle stood up from her mirror and she reapplied the lip gloss again, Annabeth sat in the corner of the room , typing so fast on her laptop.She needed to round up some work for the weekend before they would leave for the girl's night they had previously planned earlier that week. Isabelle glanced at the document Lucifer had given to her earlier that week. She still hadn't made any decisions yet and she was starting to feel torn. The more she waited to make a decision, the more confused she got. She enjoyed dancing , she did it to support herself, but knowing she would be bound in a contract with a man who would use her for nothing but kinky sex was leaving a bad taste in her mouth, she didn't want it for herself. She knew the difference between him and the men that threw cash at her when she stripped was that he would never disrespect her like them.That was why she would never sleep with any of her clients. It was confusing as hell. What's worse was that she still felt like she needed to make a decision so fast or else, the deal might be off the table very soon.
• "I want to finish up this job, get drunk and hook up with a man tonight. It's been so long and I need to feel my insides ruined for me." Annabeth gushed and Isabelle chuckled, she looked cute with the way she was so invested in hooking up with a random guy for sex tonight. Unlike her, she couldn't be that excited about sex because none of them would meet the standards of the man she was currently trying not to think about. Lucifer fucked her so well that she was sure she would never be able to see any man the same way again. Nobody would be able to meet up at the bar that this man had raised so high. This was one of the reasons she wanted to agree to his contract. Good sex meant a lot to her and she also gets paid for doing nothing but being fucked in a good way. She was going to be the one on the winning part here but she was trying to be reasonsnable here. Does she really want to be a sex thing? That would be her confirming Jeremy's words about her not being good for anything else other than sex. She didn't want that for herself, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't like this kind of life anymore. It was mentally exhausting, but it was like a drug to her. Once you enjoy it, you are hooked on it for life.
• "Don't tell me you are still considering getting hitched with the devil? I wouldn't take this much time if it were to be me." Annabeth said again and Isabelle sighed. She was as confused as hell too and for some weird reasons she doesn't see herself accepting or rejecting the offer. She was in the confised spot and she would probably be there for long until she sees a major push that would either make her accept it or reject it but for now, she was going to pretend she didn't have the best sex of her life last week and another one promised if she would just sign the damn contract.