Darling of the Devil: Steve Rogers x Reader

Darling of the Devil: Part 3

Warnings: Insecure reader, subtle manipulation, cursing, virgin reader, suggestive content, Y/N being indecisive, mild cheating on Y/N's part, Steve being persuasive.

Summary: Y/N is just a girl working in finance. She never had intentions of getting involved with someone like him. Too bad, he doesn't care about her intentions, only his wants.

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Word count: 6745

These are the mornings she dreads coming to work.

She gets off the cab, her tote in her hands, running inside the building to avoid getting fully soaked. Her sleeves and the bottom of the trousers are wet already--and she feels like a sticky, uncomfortable mess. The rain is pouring hard enough that she can hear its gush despite being a few steps inside the building. She's thankfully on time, because, even though the weather is terrible, she got a cab instantly today without even burning a hole into her pocket.

She checks her watch as she gets inside the elevator. It's a long ride to the 24th floor, and the moment she comes out, her colleague, Scarlet, is on her tail.

"Y/N!" She gasps, as if she were fangirling like an ecstatic child. She's always been a chirpy little thing--and always been one of the few people who have always been kind to her for no reason.

"Hi, Scar," Y/N greets her, walking to her cubicle. "What's up? You're cheery this morning."

The IR girl looks at her with those hazel eyes. Her blonde hair is pinned back, her bangs falling on her forehead perfectly. She smiles at her, walking by Y/N's side.

"Well, someone sent you flowers, I wonder who it could be." She chuckles, clapping her hands together, twice. "You're one lucky girl, Y/N."

She smiles, shaking her head for a moment. This is so unexpected for Nate--to send flowers without any reason. It usually takes an apology or a special occasion for him to send her flowers. Nate does usually send out lilies--white and red ones, symbolizing purity and love respectively.

She's fond of flowers, even if they're not her favourite ones. So, she appreciates them either way--whether they're lilies or orchids, or tulips. She's learned to be grateful for the little things--so the fact that she's received flowers on an uneventful day is enough reason for her to be grateful.

She'd been positive that her day was going to be awful--judging by the horrible start it had and the added detail of the gloomy, bothersome weather. She's sleep deprived, she's frustrated, she's confused--but hey, at least her boyfriend sent her flowers.

Her smile drops when they reach her cubicle. She'd expected every other type of flowers to exist on this planet, except for roses. Dark, red, ones, surrounded by baby's breath, put together delicately. Her lips part and she looks lost in thought for a moment. She looks around and she finds a box, with a cashmere scarf inside of it. It is a rich, warm, rusty red, and has her initials stitched in gold at the bottom left. It's just not stitched normally, it's...stitched in a runny script.

The flowers Nate sends her or the gifts he sends her may be lovely--dresses, shoes, purses, lilies. But does it compare to what she feels at the moment? Not by a long shot. All she knows is that...these were not sent by Nate. He usually sends her things that he thinks she might like--not what she actually likes. And the attention to detail is also something Nate is very less likely to notice.

Scarlet looks at her, a frown gracing her lips when she realizes how shocked Y/N looks. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I...I..." She tries to explain her reaction. "I'm just...overwhelmed, you know...?" her hands tremble as she falls back on her seat. For Scarlet, or rather others it may seem like a big deal--and surely, it is. Asking for the bare minimum is too much nowadays and she has someone sending her her favourite flowers and a scarf with her initials on it.