FIVE | BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

CHAPTER FIVE | BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

VIVIAN ADDAMS

“Hey babe," I greet the love of my life with a huge smile.

“Good morning."

“Morning," he replies, turning away from me, his eyes still tightly shut.

I frown in response, wanting him to always face me.

I giggle and kiss him on the back of his neck, and his back tense in response.

Slowly, Lucas Knight turns around until he is staring directly into my eyes.

His eyes widen dramatically and I giggle at how cute he looks.

The shock he is feeling is evident on his face.

My bed hair must be a shock to him.

“Don't mind my hair babe, I will tame it very soon." I pat his forehead reassuringly.

He flinches back when I touch him, and I giggle in amusement.

He is so dramatic.

Luke's eyes widen even further, and he looks like he has just remembered something very important. His mouth opens in shock, and he moves away from me.

“What is wrong babe?" I whisper.

“Oh no...no...no...no...no...no." He yells.

Slowly and cautiously, he raises the duvet covering our naked bodies. He looks down and immediately looks back up while gagging.

“I...no...fuck! Oh, my fucking...oh no God." He stutters.

I observe him in confusion until I finally understand why his acting this way.

He is not confident, he thinks his dick is too small.

He probably thinks that I didn't enjoy what happened last night, or maybe he thinks that he could not satisfy me.

What he fails to understand is that last night was the best night of my life. Even if he had a peanut sizes dick... which he doesn't, I will have still enjoyed every second. As long as I am with him, I will always be satisfied.

“Oh babe, you have a really nice dick, no need to feel insecure. I was utterly satisfied with your performance last night. I am pretty sure that I am sore." I tell him with a grin.

“I am not scared because I have a small dick...I don't have a tiny dick... how the hell did you even come up with that?" He asks in confusion.

If he is not scared that he did not satisfy me, then he must be scared that he hurt me.

“Awnnnn babe, that is so thoughtful of you. But I can assure you that I was not hurt...you didn't hurt me. I barely felt anything." I assure him with my signature reassuring smile.

He stares at me blankly before facepalming. His face and neck turn so red that I become concerned for his safety.

Taking his face in my hands, I assess him from top to bottom.

“Are you alright babe? You look like you are burning pretty badly." I ask.

“Yes. Yes, I am burning in embarrassment." He mumbles.

He must be embarrassed that he fell sick in front of me. One thing I have learned about Lucas Knight is that he hates showing weakness.

“It is okay to be weak babe, you don't always have to be strong," I say to him, gently kissing his forehead.

“Weak? What the hell do you mean by that?"

“I know you are sick Luke, your face was so red. Stop pretending." I scold him.

“I am not sick, I was just embarrassed. You literally just said that I have a big dick and you later said I have a small dick. I don't know which one to believe. Way to make a man confident."

If I tell him the truth, then he will be sad that he hurt me. So I think I will stick to my second answer...but then, he may be so ashamed of himself that he will not want to hook up with me again, which means I will not be able to feel the intense pleasure I felt last night.

I can't afford to lose the feeling.

“I don't think I will be able to work today, I am so sore, I can barely move my legs."

He just rolls his eyes in annoyance, but I could a small smile playing on his face.

Picking up my phone from the nightstand I take a quick selfie of us naked on the bed.

I am going to post it on every single social media platform I know so that that fucking bitch Bianca and the other girls that are after Lucas would know that he is mine, and will always be mine.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?" Luke growls.

“Changing my status," I reply In an obvious tone.

I don't take my eyes off my phone as I post the picture and share it. I even sent it to a famous reporter.

Once I'm done, I smile in satisfaction. Soon, the whole world would know that Lucas Knight is mine.

“Did you...did...oh shit?" A shocked Lucas exclaims, frantically searching for his phone.

“Where the hell is my fucking phone?"

“It is downstairs," I answer amused by his cute action.

He quickly gets off the bed and goes out of the room. I listen to his footsteps until I can hear them no more.

Once I am sure he is gone, I go into his walk-in closet and place my panties in the pocket of the jacket of his favourite suit.

I am just making sure that he will have something to fantasize about when he gets to the office.

I take a random shirt of his, sniff it, and put it on.

I sigh in contentment.

My life is perfect.

The forceful closing of our bedroom door snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Vivian Addams, what the fuck have you done!" Lucas yells.

I come out of the closet frowning slightly. I don't like him shouting at me.

“Take it off, take my fucking shirt off."

I giggle again. I can't believe he wants to go for another round, we did it throughout the night and he is still not satisfied.

Seeing that I am not ready to take the shirt off, Lucas takes long strides toward me and rips the shirt off my body.

Oooh, I see he wants it rough.

I seductively walk to our bed and climb on it, spreading my legs wide open.

“Get out! Get the fuck out of my life." Lucas screams.