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"I HAVE been waiting for you. What did you do after I left you at Miss Ripley’s door?" John asks as he walks around Lucian’s room. "We just talked about an old agreement we had." "What kind of agreement?" He asks as he shoots a suspicious gaze on his friend. "The kind that I enjoy." John gasped then shook his head in shock. He immediately understood what Lucian meant and he didn't like it. "Oh no! Lucian. Are you banging her? —What about her baby, Lucius, Malena, your baby? That’s too much drama." Lucian smiles. "She’s not pregnant and Lucius is her cousin. They treat each other like siblings nothing more nothing less." "So she’s single and ready to mingle but you’re not. It’s unfair to her." He wants to retort John’s words but he is unable to form a concrete reason to justify his actions. He sighs and sits on the chair, his hand covering his face. He seemed to be thinking deeply when John broke the silence. "I don’t want to be this kind of person but…" He stops mid-sentence,
BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ… An annoying sound woke Latton up. When she opens her eyes the man beside her is still asleep. She gently stood and marched away from him to answer her phone that was on the table. Before she could reach it a hand gently tugged the hem of her skirt. She stared back at him, his now sitting on the couch looking at her with those alluring light brown eyes of his. “Where are you going?” He asks, his voice a bit dry and weary. She gestured at her phone. Still buzzing, the light of the screen is dancing waiting to be answered. She answered it and heard Lucius on the other line. “Where are you?” “I’m… I …” Stuttering. Unsure how to explain. “Um... I’m in a meeting. I still have things to do, so don’t wait for me.” She says in a low voice while discreetly glancing at Lucian. Without waiting for any response she disconnects the call. “What time is it?” He asks, still seated and comfortably leaning on the couch’s backrest. Eyes closed. Head tilted upward. Hand rubbing the
LUCIAN was sitting in his car staring blankly into the parking lot. Still annoyed at what Latton did to him. He sneered to himself. He lit a cigar and started the car engine when suddenly his phone rang. He didn’t check who it was but had an idea. It became a norm for Malena to call him after work hours. He answered the phone in a sweet but detached tone, “Hi, babe. Do you have any particular cravings today?” The other line was silent. “Hello, Malena?” She sighs deeply then says with a hint of sorrow in her voice, “I’m not babe. It’s just me. Latton.” His eyes widen, and then immediately double-checks his phone. “Hey.” “D..o.. do you want to go out for a drink?” She asks, her voice is low, almost whispering. “Sure.” He responded with a smile on his lips. “Pick me up on 5th Avenue?” “As you wish.” He disconnected the call and sped away to her location. In ten minutes he arrived. She’s still wearing her work clothes. Black buttoned-up shirt, black suit jacket, and a gray pencil-
ITS SIX o’clock in the evening when they arrived at the Tavern but before they got out Lucian gave two things to her. She’s uncomfortable with it but gave in otherwise. They sat on one of the booths facing each other far from the dance floor. They ordered dinner then followed by drinks. They both opt to drink beer. They drank in silence, Latton was about to take another sip when suddenly she felt something move inside her. It jolted her, and instinctively touched her belly, she thought she had already drank too much. The movement continued and soon she let out a soft moan. "What was that?" She asks as she stares at him with all smiles holding his phone. "What?" He asks. Fully aware of what he did. He then taps on his phone and it sends her in a spiral of intoxicating pleasure, leaving her grabbing the table as the sudden change in the vibration is too strong to ignore. He laughs at her. "Are you controlling the thing using your phone?" She asks. Before entering the Tavern he inser
MONDAY at nine o’clock in the morning. The owner of Mist Prix personally joined the meeting that was held in the C. I conference room. The meeting was joined by John, Lucian, and George. Meanwhile, Thalia the Mist Prix owner was with her secretary and a lawyer. “We are happy that you had the time to meet us early on a Monday, Miss Smith,” George says gleefully. “I always have time for business George, please just call me Thalia.” She responded with a smile on her face. George nods. After exchanging pleasantries. Lucian gave a rundown on where they are on the project and the target date of completion. Thalia is pleased with the figures and everything went smoothly. “Brilliant, everything is brilliant. What they say is true. Caldwell International does have the best father and son tandem in business.” She exclaimed with glee in her tone and a tint of jealousy. I feel that I made the right decision. “Thank you for your kind words, Thalia,” said Lucian. “How about we go out for an
LUCIAN is looking for Latton and, to his surprise, she’s in Canada. He was furious and his possessiveness became known to her. He called her immediately. Ring! Ring! After two rings, she answered. “Hel….” She hadn't finished her sentence when she was bombarded with questions. “Who’s with you? Are you seeing someone in there? Why didn’t you tell me you were going somewhere?” She could sense the uneasiness in his voice. “Woah! Woah! Woah! Hold your horses.” She says, “To answer your questions, I’m with Chloe. I’m not seeing anyone, this is purely business and this is a last-minute favor Luci, asks me to do.” He heaves deeply, then responds with a low softer tone. “How long will you be there?” “3 to 5 days tops.” He grunted. “That’s too long. I need you here.” “What do you need me for?” She asks in confusion. “I’m stressed out. I need to fuck!” She held the bridge of her nose, “ Tsk, tsk! Aren’t you too horny?” He sneered. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Miss.” He says wi
===WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS AN UNSETTLING SCENE=== BREATHLESS. Lucian whispers to her ear, “Have you tried pleasuring yourself using water?” She shook her head vigorously and stared at him with curiosity, then asked, “What do you mean?” He grins sadistically then turns on the hot shower, shifts the shower trim to move the water flow from the fixed shower head to the handheld, then begins to spritz her with it. He held her from behind while whispering in her ear. “If I’m not around you can do this to satisfy yourself. This is the only thing I permit you to do.” He sprayed hot water on her back then slowly move the shower head to her legs to her thighs while he was kissing her on the neck, licking, sucking, nibbling his way from her earlobes. She moves her head upward and bites her lower lip, she moans softly. “He really knows how to captivate me.” She said to herself as she felt the warmth of her juices slowly soaking her insides. Shortly, he turned her around to face him, the
AT DINNER, Lucian mentioned the Grand Prix as C.I.'s new client. Latton smiles then says, “I remember meeting the owner of the Grand Prix. He's old with a beard. He looks like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.” He laughs at her remarks, then responds. “You meant Benjamin Malt?” She nods. “He’s no longer the owner of the Grand Prix.” “Oh! Who’s the owner now?” “Thalia Smith.” Latton chokes on her food upon hearing the name, then coughs vigorously. Lucian immediately handed her a glass of water and then patted her back, “Are you okay?” She nods. Her eyes reddened. Her mood immediately changes and her face contorts. She smiles bitterly as memories of Lucius asking her to help Chloe enter her mind. “That’s why he asks for help. Let me guess I can’t return to California if I try to book a flight and the jet will have issues.” She thought to herself. She then put her theory to the test. She took her phone and texted the pilot of their private jet. A response was sent to her momentarily st