Queen

I peaked my head out of the door when I heard the front door close and I tiptoed my way back downstairs. I saw Abel sitting at the kitchen counter deep in thought and I looked around. "Are they gone?"

"Yes, they are."

"Okay, good," I said in relief as I adjusted the cream ruched mini dress. "I need to get going."

"On your date?" He asked.

"It's not a date," I muttered as I walked to the printer in the living room. I made sure I had two copies of the contract and put them in designated folders before putting them into my purse.

"It's not a date, but you dressed up?" He asked.

"How am I dressed up?" I asked. "It's just a dress."

"Hence the word dressed up," he muttered. "Where is Saint?"

"I got Lucifer to babysit tonight," I said. "I'm going to pick him up in the morning."

"You don't trust me to babysit?" He laughed softly.

I don't trust God. I trusted Abel immensely, but with his close connection to God, I couldn't risk leaving Saint with him tonight. If he somehow pulled something miraculous, I didn't need God to see it.

"You seemed like you needed a break," I said. He yawned and I tilted my head in his direction. "Or some sleep..."

"No, not yet. I need to finish my work," he said as he stretched.

"Mhmm," I hummed. "Don't die before I get back please."

"I'll try my best," he mumbled. "Have fun."

"I won't."

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I walked into the entrance of the restaurant and the host greeted me with a large smile. "Hello, your highness."

"Hi," I said slowly as I looked around the empty restaurant. "Are you guys closed?"

"No, Mr. SinClaire reserved the restaurant for the rest of the night."

"Oh, shit," I muttered.

"If you'll follow me, your highness," she said as she walked past her podium. I nodded and followed her deeper into the dimly lit restaurant. We walked into a corridor that led to a back room, and she gestured at it when we reached it. "He's in there. We'll bring in your courses in a few minutes and then we won't disturb either of you for the rest of the night."

"Wait, wha—..." I mumbled as she walked away from me. The only thing that stood between me and Syn, was a thin door that I'm sure he could hear my breathing through.

I pushed the door opened and my breath caught as my eyes landed on Syn. He was sitting at the table reading his own version of what looked like the contract, and I slowly entered the room. His eyes still hadn't acknowledged my presence, but I took my chance to look at him.

Of course, he looked as good as he always did. His sleeves were rolled up on his muscular forearms as he tapped the pen against his lip. "Sit down, Queen. We have quite a bit to discuss."

Well, hello to you too.

Instead of voicing my thoughts, I sat down in the seat across from him and pulled out one of the contracts I had printed. I set it down neatly in front of me and tucked my hair behind my ears before looking down at it.

He stayed quiet and focused on what he was reading, so I awkwardly looked around. I suddenly felt the urge to have something in my hands to distract myself, so I picked up a napkin and set it down on my lap. I folded it in random shapes as I waited for Syn, and after what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat and set the papers down.

"Hey," he said as he looked at me.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Let's skip the small talk and discuss the contract, shall we?"

"Okay," I nodded.

"I've created my own revised version of the contract if that's okay with you. It's what I want," he said. He held out the folder for me and I sighed as I took it from his hand. I turned it to face me, but instead of a contract, I saw his wedding vows.

"Syn..."

"That's what I want, Queen," he said. "You get to win the competition and get more power, but that's what I want."

"Why are you acting like you don't want to win either. The competition would benefit both of us."

"I want you more than I want to win," he said. "Winning the competition would mean nothing to me if we did it by following your contract. I can't even touch you, Queen."

"I'd come home," I said. "That's what you'd get."

"What's the point in you coming home if you're not truly there?" He questioned. "I'm not asking you to get back together at all. I just want you to understand where I'm coming from when I debate certain changes to your contract."

"Doesn't mean I'll agree to them all," I muttered as I set his vows back in front of him.

"That's where compromise comes in," he said.

I shrugged and passed my contract to him with a sigh. "What are your issues?"

"One," he said. "I don't want you to move to another room he said. I'll abide by the needing your permission to come to your room, but I'd like you to remain close."

"Fine," I muttered.

"As for the secondary clause in it, I won't be communicating with you through a third party. I have your number. I'll call you if I need something."

"No," I declined. "I'm only allowing that if the calls pertain to Saint or Underworld business. No personal calls."

"Fine," he said in annoyance as he scribbled something onto the paper. "I have no issues with the public relations except the 'no intimate public displays of affection'. We're supposed to be a couple in love, it'll be weird if we don't spontaneously make out once or twice."

"Nothing too overboard, Syn," I muttered.

"That's fine," he said. "Maybe we should talk about the sexual relations part now."

"Go ahead."

He closed the contract and crossed his arms before looking across the table at me. "Can you not control yourself around me so much that you need that to be in a contract."

"It's not about me being able to control myself," I said. "If anything, it's the other way around."

"Oh, you think I'm the one that can't control myself?" He asked.

"Mhmm."

"I promise you that I can," he said with a low chuckle.

"So can I," I argued.

"Seeing as we both can do that..." he started mischievously. "Strike it from the contract."

"Syn..."

"What are you worried about, Queen?" He asked, his eyes challenging me. "Are you afraid you'll end up in my bed?"

"I won't."

"Then strike it."

Oh fuck.

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Author's Note

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