“It’s not a date,” she kept trying to convince herself as Millet assisted her with hiding her dark circles from all the crying. Millet chuckled, “I’ll pretty much say it is” “Why?” “This is the first time I’ve seen my boss care about anybody at all in five years.” “That’s because of the baby,” Lulu reminded her she was going to aid herself from being delusional from now on. “That’s what you want to believe but he was restless the whole day.” “I don’t believe that’s possible.” “He had never cared for anyone but himself someone could literally be dying and he’d just not care.” “I don’t know what to say to that.” “I’m just saying I don’t know why you are crying but if it’s because of him don’t, he’s not what you’re imagining.” Lulu was soon in a simple black dress and her hair up in a ponytail. David dressed so casually in a white sweater with brown pants but she still found him so attractive to look at. They got to the restaurant and it was just the two of them in there.
Lulu raised one surprised eyebrow, "isn't that a little dramatic? It's just one nightmare.""I think you still don't understand the clause of the contract," he got to his feet and lifted her in his arms bridal style while she let out a gasp, surprised and putting her arms around his neck.She widene
Lulu sped all the way back to the house she didn't know what had gotten into her. As soon as she got to the gate there were multiple guards waiting at the entrance. Millet sighed in relief the moment she spotted her there. "What were you thinking?" She sighed in relief. She took the bags from her. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to go out to get something I didn't think it would cause this much trouble..." She trailed off, "did he find out?" "I'm just glad you're back here safely..." Millet understood her. "But you need to tell us when you're leaving, you're carrying Mr Carlson's baby, and now you're a public figure, you need to always have some type of security around you." "I'm sorry I didn't realise that." Lulu got into the kitchen and started to bake the cake. "I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry, I know I could have put you in trouble." "Let's just thank the heavens you're back safe." Lulu smiled, "okay! So what type of cake does he like best?" Millet smiled at the small woman
Lulu let out a scream as the pain skyrocketed through her body. “Fuck,” David held her burnt hands to his face to inspect it. “What on earth were you thinking?” He hurried to fill a bowl in water and dipped her hands in it, “just stay here.” He returned a moment later with a first aid kit. He retrieved her hands in his own and slowly applied ointment to the reddened surface she let out another scream as the pain jolted through her body. He let go of her hands and took out a bandage before wrapping it. He turned the oven off. She cowered a little, still afraid from how much he yelled at her earlier. “Why do you only like to do dangerous things?” When she didn’t respond he added further, “let this be the last time you leave the house unsupervised. Soon she began to sob." Is she expected to live like a prisoner just because she’s carrying his child? She was in a lot of pain and this man was still yelling at her. David shut his eyes tight and stormed upstairs to the ro
"Mr Carlson? Don't you think this is a little too intimate?" She stopped him, turning away, "you might be built of iron but I'm still human and I don't think I feel comfortable with you being so near to my... my... we still have to see each other so often." He stood up and turned to look at her, "I've seen a woman's..." "Don't say it!" She warned, her face burning red, "I really would rather have Millet do this." She actually wanted him to continue but she couldn't say she could control her hormones for too long. "That goes on from next time, we already started didn't we?" She stayed quiet, she was a little disappointed that he really wasn't moved by her body. He must be made of wood. His hands moved downwards to wash her thighs and then her legs. She flinched away as he tried to move in between her thighs. "I'm sorry Mr Carlson, I can't do that." He let go of her not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable. "You got the bandages wet from flinching so much." He wra
When Lulu woke up David Carlson was not next to her. She stretched and got to her feet her hand was not hurting as much as it did before. She tried to take her shirt off but her bandaged hands were serving useless , she only managed to get it halfway over her head before she gave up with struggling groans as the shirt was stuck. She gasped when it slid off freely. "What do you think you're doing right now?" "I have no idea, I wanted to try to bathe." "I'll get Millet," he said not wanting to make her uncomfortable as he did last time. "Thank you Mr Carlson." She watched as he took his leave. He suddenly stopped by the door, "how is your hand now." "I think I can wiggle it a lot better now." "That's great, it should be healed by tonight or the next morning." "Thank you Mr Carlson," she smiled, "and I'm sorry about last night." Soon enough, Millet came in to help her with dressing up. "I'm sorry about your injury." "It's okay it was all my fault." "You didn't do any
"I want this bag? What about this one? Should I choose this instead?" David was regretting his actions by now, he shouldn't have succumbed to his sisters demand, the only thing she was doing now was demanding so much from him. "Come on David don't be so boring pick one out!" She snapped at him, "you surely didn't come here just to be a pole, did you?" "You forced me to come here don't you remember?" He raised a doubtful eyebrow. "Oh whatever you're here now don't try to ruin the mood!" He sighed in defeat, "if I choose one will you let me be?" "Definitely not," she chuckled, "but only for the time being." "Pay for the red one," he said. She extended one hand out at him. "What are you doing?" "Give me your card." "Why?" "What do you mean why?" "I'm not here to... is this why you asked me to come here? You just wanted me to pay for everything didnt you?" "You caught on," she chuckled, "well it makes more sense since you're richer than I am." He sighed again before rea
She slowly extended one hand out to him regardless of the awkward silence. He unraveled the bandages and asked in a low voice, "can you wriggle them." She tried to close her hand in a small fist, "I think so." She stared into his eyes for a moment before attempting to step down from the counter. She felt her heart was beating too fast. She began to stir the cake batter. It was hard to do since her hand was still hurting. He came to stand behind her, assisting her hand. She almost passed out, was she imagining it? She felt something sharp was stabbing her from behind? Was that his... He cleared his throat and moved backwards a little bit more. They set it in the oven. "Why do you bother to do things like this when there are so many people that would willingly do it all for you?" He wondered. "That doesn't mean we should take advantage of it, besides it's fun." "I can't find any element of fun in what I'm doing right now." She turned around to look at him with a small smi