Lustful Paradise

Chapter 259 What Happened to Aunt Vivian?

Lucifer was sleeping on a large round sun lounger on a rooftop of the manor. The darkening sky filled with glittering stars above him as the light faded over the landscape beyond. He lay on his back naked, with his head on a pillow, while a thin sheet covered him to his waist and left his torso bare.

Suddenly, he stirred and half-opened his eyes when he felt a soft hand on his face.

The soft hand caressed his face with tenderness, brushing across his forehead and down his cheek. The touch was gentle and warm, and it brought him pleasure to feel it. After a few moments, he moved to his side to look at the person who touched him.

It was Jane, the head maid, sitting next to him. She was smiling down at him. Her slender face was illuminated by the waning light of the sun that set behind her, creating a halo of gold around her body.

"Good evening, sir. Sorry to wake you up, but you'll get a cold if you sleep here, and I can't let that happen." Her voice was a calming, soft whisper in his ear. "You can sleep in your bedroom, where it's warmer and more comfortable." Discover more content at empire

Lucifer, however, was more interested in knowing where Vivian went than getting up.

He remembered that both of them had enjoyed themselves in passionate lovemaking on the lounger. It left him very satisfied, and after Vivian had fallen unconscious from her intense orgasm, Lucifer had decided to rest, too. He'd assumed he'd just closed his eyes for a moment, but it seemed he'd slept a bit longer than intended.

"What happened to Aunt Vivian?" Lucifer asked, getting up, leaving the sheet that covered him behind and baring his naked body. His semi-erect member caught Jane's eye as she observed his well-formed physique.

Jane didn't answer his question right away and instead offered him a robe to cover himself. Then, she began to explain. "She left a while ago after having a quick shower. She also left this letter for you."

Jane pulled out the letter from her apron pocket and handed it to him. He took it and read the first line.

She noticed the way he looked at her, which made her blush. A part of her enjoyed his attention as it made her feel attractive and beautiful. But she also knew that Lucifer was not someone she should develop an attachment to, no matter how much she admired him.

"Is there anything else you wish, sir?" Jane asked, still not moving from her position, while he finished tying the belt of the robe.

"No, nothing at the moment. Thanks for your help, Jane." Lucifer smiled at her. "By the way, you don't need to call me sir. Just Lucifer will do. Don't be so formal with me when we're alone. Treat me like you would a friend. Is that clear?"

Jane wasn't so sure about his request, because he was, after all, her boss, and not just anybody. It wasn't appropriate to address him with such familiarity, even if he had asked her to do so.

"But—"

"Didn't you hear me the first time, Jane? I'm asking you to call me Lucifer from now on."

"I know, and I understand. But we must follow proper protocol and show appropriate respect. You're the new owner of the manor and my boss, and there's a limit to how casual I can be with you," Jane countered, though it seemed her boss wouldn't budge on his point.

"I appreciate your honesty. You're right, of course. But I'm not asking you to do this in public, just in private when we're alone. How does that sound to you?"

After seeing his encouraging smile, Jane could no longer resist, nodding in agreement to his proposition. "I understand, Lucifer."

"Great! I'm sure we'll get along just fine." He ran a hand through his tousled hair and then began to fix it back in place with a few touches. "So, tell me, Jane, was this your idea of waking me up from my sleep? Or was it perhaps another reason that brought you to me?"