10: My new distraction

**Lucien**

"Can someone tell me what in the name of absolute fuckery I am looking at right now?" Damon seethed out with his arms crossed against his chest and the deadliest death-glare decorating his face.

Tristan and I found ourselves standing in front of him, both covered in our fair share of stains: her in coffee stains, and myself in blood stains. She was just a ball of sunshine (note my suffocating sarcasm).

I grinned at my brother and retorted, "Swearing- because that's professional in the workplace." I seemed to have done my job at irritating him further and almost chuckled at the red in his face and the steam practically flowing out of his ears.

"Professional? You want to talk about professionalism with me? You both are fucking filthy, I have no coffee and, oh wait, did I mention I have no *fucking* coffee!" Clearly someone wasn't a morning person. Was this the same man who followed Jasmine around on a leash like her little puppy?

Damon then raised a brow, gazed between the both of us and asked, "Is there something going on between of the two of you? Have you met before?"

I had the right mind to expose the little bitch right then and there for completely ruining my nose earlier on. But when I took a glance at the panicked expression on her face- the tense creases in her black brows, the urgency decorating her emerald green eyes and the way she bit at her lower lip in anguish- I found myself unable to muster up the inner wickedness needed to destroy her. And so, reluctantly I sighed and said, "No, not at all."

And everything was about to go well, until little Tristan decided to open her beautiful mouth and actually speak back to him.

"If I may, sir. I-"

"She is actually my mate." I blurted out, trying my best to get her to stop talking. Goddess, she knew nothing about my brother. As soon as it had left my mouth, Damon's eyes widened, and he raised his brows in surprise. "M-mate?" He uttered. And I could tell that he was trying his best to hide a little smile. I'd get teased at home- I could feel it.

"Yes," I then reached out and wrapped my hand around her waist before mustering up a smile and saying, "my *lovely* mate."

Tristan was stunned. She never uttered a word after my little confession, and I was grateful because not only had I valiantly saved my mate from being fired- please, save your applause for later- but I also managed to get her to be indebted to me. It was a classic "Lucien tactic".

"Will this complicate your work, Miss Creed?" Damon asked suggestively.

And it was then that she stared up at me, shot me a dirty little death glare and then uttered almost under her breath, "No sir."

Damon nodded, pleased by her answer and said, "Well then I will leave you to walk around in your soiled clothing, it will teach you to keep professional in the workplace. And Tristan, I'd actually like to have a cup of coffee sometime today so if you could please get yourself to the cafe and procure a cup without managing to spill it all over yourself again, then I'll do well to remove this little incident from memory. And Lucien-" he then turned towards me, and I shot him a mischievous grin. He sighed deeply and shook his head hopelessly before saying, "-don't get into anymore fucking trouble... please."

"Aye aye captain!" I uttered out before shooting him a wink. He walked away, looking like he was disappointed that I was even related to him.

My jovial little mood was put to a halt, however- in fact it was brutally shattered- when Tristan elbowed me in the side, making me take my hands off of her and step away, confused.

"What the *hell* was that!" She seethed out.

"What?" I asked, with a raised brow.

"Who the hell told you that you could tell your brother and my *boss* that we were mates?" She was beyond absolutely livid by then, and I found the sight of her enraged face quite amusing.

"Well, I asked myself, and I said yes so..."

She froze for a moment and just stared at me, speechless. After a few moments more, she finally muttered out, "How can people like you actually physically *exist*?"

I could say the same about her. A few moments into meeting her and I already could tell that I disliked her more than anyone else I'd ever met- and that was saying something. She was rude, robotic, and worst of all, she did not seem to be down on her knees, ogling at me. It was as though my handsome face and dashing charm meant nothing to her. Did she honestly not find *my* face absolutely breath-taking? Perhaps someone threw a really hard bowling ball at her head when she was younger. Honestly, why was I so attracted to this woman? It was unreal. Even now, as I stood beside her, I just wanted to grab her, mark her and make her all fucking mine. And, although she was nothing like Jasmine, I found that when I was around her, I hardly even had Jasmine on my mind. All I had was Tristan's body and the feeling of her skin engraved into my brain. Not to mention those breath-taking sparks of electricity that seemed to appear whenever we touched. I'd never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her, and the feeling was intoxicating.

"You do know you owe me now." I uttered with a smug smile. And oh, that absolutely enraged look on her face such a pleasure to behold.

"Owe you? OWE YOU? I owe you nothing you crazy, narcissistic weirdo!"

Weirdo? I was the weirdo here? Whoever threw that bowling ball at her head really did a number on this poor young woman.

"I'm sorry, but I just saved you from being fired. Speaking of which, don't you have a coffee to get?"

When I said this, her eyes immediately widened and, without saying anything, she began walking in the other direction, towards the elevators.

"Hey!" I yelled out, running after her. She was incredibly interesting, and I'd be damned if I had to spend another second in this absolutely boring place Damon called 'work' without her.

"Leave me alone!" She yelled and then started tapping at the 'close door' button on the keypad of the elevator furiously. She was, unfortunately, not fast enough and I'd managed to get inside with her... alone. I stared down at her, and she gazed away from me with a little huff. There really was no pleasing this woman, was there?

"You know," I began, trying to at least impress her, "I am the founder of the Vixen Society."

She glanced up at me and cocked an eyebrow before uttering, "The what now?"

My jaw practically dropped onto the floor. Of all people, *she* didn't know about the Vixens? Was I literally working with nothing here? How the hell was I supposed to seduce this woman?

"T-the Vixen Society... you know, the society of masked dominatrices, led by yours truly. You can't tell me you've never heard of them?"

When I said this, her eyes brightened a bit and then she said, "Oh, the Vixens?"

I nodded, excited, and then asked, "You know of them?"

Immediately her face fell, and she hissed out a very rude, "No" before exiting the door to the lift as it opened before us, leaving me speechless. Well at least my mate kept me on my toes.

I began following out after her, wanting to talk to her more. Perhaps I was a sucker for pain, but this woman had become the most interesting little event in my life. And distraction was an understatement to her disruptive abilities in my mind. Perhaps if I hovered around her long enough, I'd be able to begin to feel something more than just fascination and this intense physical attraction towards her. Perhaps I'd even be able to seduce her.