"Um, Lucifer…" she said softly.

He turned from his rant to see her outstretched hand. Her ring was acceptable at least. Wait. He took a glance at his own hand and discovered a white gold band nested comfortably on his finger.

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"Someone is going to pay for this." He wasn't sure if his eyes glowed amber with that statement but in his heart, he knew that the punishment for this farce would be excruciating.

"There is one more card," Chloe said to her fuming, pacing partner.

Since I could not talk you out of that quickie wedding, I wish to at least give you both a proper honeymoon. The staff has been instructed to give you anything you desire, but you should savor this time alone. Therefore; you will not be permitted to leave the premises until Monday morning. Get to know each other. Decide if this could work. If not, get an annulment first thing Monday. Since you were both drunk when you got married, it should be easy to dissolve. Unless, you find that your time together makes good memories. Take care of each other and enjoy.

-Z

Chloe needed a moment to process. It felt like her brain was going to explode, and not just from her hangover. She wordlessly passed Lucifer the final letter. Pouring herself a cup of coffee she wandered through the bedroom and out onto the balcony which was probably bigger than her entire apartment. She laid down on one of the many lounge chairs, sipped her coffee, and stared out into the warm Nevada morning.

Lucifer read the note three times. It still didn't make sense, but at least there was a time limit. He had had absolutely no contribution in this ludicrous charade. In fact, when it came to Chloe he was so conflicted about what she wanted, and what he wanted with her, that this would probably push her away rather than give him answers.

Who was Z? Penelope Decker might have movie industry connections with enough resources to pull this off, but it seemed more likely that someone in his circle was trying to help. Sadly, this was assuredly not helping. And they had been making such progress. The last thing he remembered was leaning in to finally taste those insanely pouty lips of hers. The elevator had opened, and the rest was a haze.

In fact, haze was putting it mildly. Lucifer Morningstar did not get 'wasted.' How could he have been drunk and do these things? Someone must have ordered a jet to bring them here. Nothing was adding up. It was like seeing things through a blurry lens. Did he remember standing across from Chloe, holding her hands? Did he remember a kiss? It seemed childish but he couldn't buy the idea that he had forgotten kissing Chloe Decker. Picking the pictures back up, he flipped through them quickly. There were plenty depicting them at the altar. There was one of them leaning in, but it seemed he had opted for a chaste kiss on the cheek for their bloody 'I do's.' Unconscionable. Simply horrifying. He placed the pictures back on the tray. Grabbing a cup of coffee for himself, he picked up the silver coffee pot and carried it with him as a peace offering.

Maybe her brain had short circuited. Chloe had been so angry that she had seen red when she had first woken up. But she was tired of being angry. She was exhausted, emotionally, and physically, from the week's proceedings. Sitting in the warm sun, Chloe let herself have this moment. When a shadow fell over her lounging spot, she opened her eyes to see a very out of sorts Lucifer.

"I apologize Detective, I don't know how you got wrapped up in this but I assure you that the party responsible will pay."

"Sit down Lucifer," she said gesturing to the lounge chair next to her. He poured more coffee into the cup on the stand beside her, set down the pitcher, and sat at attention.

"Calm down," Chloe said. "I don't get it, and I refuse to believe that I got drunk and eloped with you to Vegas. But, I'm tired of having to figure everything out. I do need a day off. Let me check on my daughter and then we'll figure out what to do."

Lucifer watched the gorgeous creature next time him handle this situation with more grace than he, with all his celestial wisdom, could muster. He decided to let her determine how to handle things. If she needed it, he would throw himself off the balcony. He could pick himself off the sidewalk, and get help, or preferably vengeance. It appeared that she didn't blame him or desire violent retribution so perhaps it would be best to act normal. And normal for Lucifer could be delightfully wicked in this scenario.

"Why detective, did my charm overpower you so much at dinner that you just had to make it permanent? I seem to have neglected husbandly duties last night; I could correct that injustice…"

Chloe didn't bother to even open her eyes to laugh in his face. "Not happening buddy, I don't care what that paper says or those pictures show, we are not married. And there will be no consummation of this fake wedding." Her voice was strong but there was a hint of humor.

"Very well, but what's is the point of marriage if not for the wedding night my dear?" Lucifer laid back on his lounger and let the sun beat down on him. This was rather relaxing.

Chloe let that question go unanswered. She needed to really check on Trixie; a note could be faked. She finished her coffee and climbed out of the comfortable chair. Realizing that despite the nice weather, she should probably put something less revealing on, she wandered back to the closet. This time when she passed the clothes strewn on the floor she recognized them as the dress and suit from the pictures. For the briefest second, Chloe worried about what other activities from the evening prior she had forgotten. It had been so long that undoubtedly, she would be a little sore if she had finally had sex again. 'You wouldn't forget a night with him, no matter what,' said an unprompted voice in her head.

Shaking her head to clear it, she found the drawers of the walk-in closet had everything that she needed. Her typical casual clothes, jeans, and a comfy t-shirt, were offset by the most elaborate and unpractical underwear she had even seen. Whoever was responsible for this charade was not subtle. Finally deciding that her underwear would never be seen, Chloe dressed quickly and went out to the phone.

Lucifer had returned inside and was setting the table with a feast from the silver platters. Whatever was on those plates smelled divine, and Chloe's stomach grumbling loudly in response. She dialed the concierge and was greeted by the voice almost instantly.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Morningstar."