Ch. 3
As I gasped in shock, feeling like someone dumped ice-cold water on me, I rose to my feet, angry and furious.
"What did you just say?" I asked through clenched teeth.
Beel held up his hands, "Don't shoot the messenger, darling; I just wanted to make sure you were aware."
I scoffed as I began pacing around the room, "I did not cheat on the audition!" I yelled as tears pooled in my eyes, "I have been working on that audition for years!"
After glaring at Beelzebub, Azrael arose and took my face into his hands. "Try to calm down, Angel," he said softly, wiping my tears away.
Azrael wrapped his arms around me, then snuggled his face into the crook of my neck with a content sigh. The rhythmic beat of his heart and the warmth of his body soothed my anger as I laid my head on his chest.
"Ohh, let me get in on this too!" Abaddon conveyed as he rushed over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, humming in satisfaction as he snuggled his face into the other side of my neck. It felt good to be held by the two of them, and it made me feel safe and more confident in myself for some reason; it made me feel like I could easily conquer the world with them by my side.
Michael cleared his throat, pulling us back to reality. With a sigh, Azrael gave me a peck on the lips before pulling away while Abaddon whirled me around to face him so he could press his lips to my forehead.
"Alright, guys, that's enough," Michael grumbled, "We need to finish discussing why Broadway believes Angel cheated."
Abaddon pulled away, then took a seat on the chair in front of Michael's desk, then pulled me down to sit on his lap. I tried to pull away, but Abaddon leaned forward to whisper into the shell of my ear, "You keep wiggling like that; I will have you bent over Michael's desk."
I squeezed my thighs together as my underwear grew moist; I hoped he couldn't tell how turned on his statement made me. When I looked up, I noticed all three sets of eyes were burning into me with such longing. Beel closed his eyes as he sniffed the air like a dog and had a look on his face like he had scented the best thing in the world.
"So, umm, what all did you find out, Beelzebub?" I asked.
A smile lit up his face from me using his full name; after clearing his throat, he stated, "They wouldn't tell me who it was, just that you apparently copied someone else's audition.
"I promise on my mother's grave that I did not cheat," I declared, "I would never do something like that."
"I believe, Cupcake, but they don't. Do you have any proof?" he asked.
"Actually, I do," I said, sliding off of Abaddon's lap so I could grab my phone from my purse, then strolled through it until I found the videos, "I used to video myself practicing so that I could watch it to see if it needed any adjustments," I explained as I walked over and took a seat in between Azrael and Beel on the couch, then showed it to Beel.
Beel took my phone and watched the videos. I felt a little embarrassed having him watch it; it was like a diary of my mistakes.
"Are these the only copies you have?" asked Beel, "Has anyone else besides you seen these videos?"
I shook my head, "No, I never showed them to anyone, not even my roommate, Jessica."
"Did you have any enemies in Julliard?" asked Azrael as he reached out to lace my fingers with his.
When he asked that question, one person's name ran through my mind, and the rage inside me began to boil just thinking about her.
"Oh yes, I had an enemy, alright, and her name is Hillary Skank. Her father, Richard Skank, works for the government, so she likes to use her connections to bribe her way through everything, even my ex-boyfriend," I said through clenched teeth, "She is capable of bribing the judges to fail me."
"I have heard of Richard Skank, but not a big fan," says Michael, "He likes to visit Apocalypse on the weekends and likes to get a little handsy with the workers."
"If they bribed the judges once, then we don't know how many other times they will do it," Beel demands. "Send me these videos to have my lawyer prosecute the bribed judges."
I nodded, then said, "That's probably a good idea; they shouldn't get away with failing people for money." After sending Beel the videos, I asked Michael, "So, Michael, do I get the job or not?"
"You really want to work here, don't you?" he asks, "Is there any way of talking you out of it?"
I shook my head and said, "Nope, not unless you honestly think I am not cut out for the job."
Michael sighed as he ran a hand through his hair while looking at me and then said, "If you weren't my Destined One, I would have hired you as soon as you sent your application, but I am a little reluctant to have the eyes of leud men looking at you while you dance half naked on the stage."
'Does that mean you won't let me do it then?" I asked as I became deflated, "I was really hoping that you would hire me."
Beel sat the folder on the side table to give me his full attention while Azrael glared at Michael for upsetting me.
I turned up the theatrics as I let a tear slip down my cheek, "I guess all I'm good for is for making babies."
I tried not to smile when Michael groaned and rose from his chair to kneel before me. He was so damn attractive that I felt like a deer staring into headlights as I looked into his amber-brown eyes.
"You have a knack for making our Destined One cry," Beel says as he wipes away my tears.
"Angel, sweetheart, I didn't mean to make you cry," Michael says, looking defeated, "Will it make you stop crying if I said we will give you a trial run? You can start as a waitress and train with the Burlesque dancers a few times weekly."
"I like this idea," Abaddon adds, "She can be a waitress in the VIP area so we can keep an eye on her."
"What do you think?" asked Beel.
I thought about it for a minute; I guess it wouldn't hurt to compromise with them; I kind of figured that I wouldn't be jumping right onto the stage anyways, and I wouldn't mind being a waitress in the VIP area, with them close by I shouldn't have to deal with assholes too often.
"Alright, I'll do it."