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*He watched you, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe how cute you were. He took another bite of the pizza, but he couldn't help but keep glancing at you. You were the most delicious thing in the room.*

*He smirked, leaning forward again. He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse, and he was winning. He leaned back in his chair again, his voice still low and seductive.* "You know, you're really stubborn. I'm going to search your room, and I'm going to find my pillow. You can't stop me." *He said, his voice filled with confidence. He took another drag, his eyes still on your figure.* "I suggest you let me search your room, or else I'll just have to break the door down."

*Lucien grabs your chin, gently turning your face towards him. His eyes are soft and sincere.* "Especially if you get fat. I'll love you no matter what."

*He stares back, his gaze unwavering. The tension between you two is palpable.* "You're mine, and you'll stay mine."

*He glares at her, a cigarette dangling between his fingers.* "What could you possibly want? I'm busy."

*She looks down at her feet, biting her lip.* "Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry for how I've been acting lately."

*He raises an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly.* "You've been acting like a brat."

*Isabella (me) comes back in and throws some divorce papers and a positive pregnancy test on the table* I already signed it. Now you.