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Chapter 4

Author: HeavySleeper
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-06 01:35:46

Lucien POV

I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being.

  "Bro? Who is that?" I snapped at Claud's series of questions. I raised my phone in my ear and spoke.

  "Why? You already had a lady in mind right?" I replied sarcastically.b "It's a woman, alright," I confided.

  "Woah! It is a woman! Hey! Don't get me wrong, I never really cared about the woman as long as you get wed," he exclaimed happily vibrating with excitement. Claude has been on my case about getting married as soon as he learned I stopped sleeping with women, he thought it was because of age and stress so he wanted me to get married as soon as possible.

  It's not because of age or stress, women just didn't excite me. Maybe, I stopped seeing them as a life form and more of as perishable goods but they don't excite me anymore. I slept with them enough to know and now they can't even make my dick get up.

  I glance at the woman and back at my lower region. It sure as hell didn't until now.

Maybe because I've never been this close to a woman for quite a long time. I have to snap out of this. I clenched my jaw, it wasn't the right time to be acting up.

  "Please! Let me escape from here or if that's too much just until the exit! My friend was waiting for me there, please!" she cried in desperation as she grabbed my hand, my gaze followed her hand that was clutching mine. It was cold and trembling.

  "The exit is the other way…" I pointed. Her mood changes from desperate to sad, her lips curved downward as she looks at the men they just passed by. I'm sure she's worried because there is no exit in that direction.

  She glanced at the men who were chasing her but because she couldn't see them at her side of the car she decided it was best to invade my personal space to look at them at my side window. I glared at my butler who couldn't seem to hold his laugh.

  Her neck almost touched my cheek. Her body pressed against mine, radiating heat. The air thickened. I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to lose control. She seemed to sense my struggle and hastily retreated to her seat.

  ___

  Cecelia's POV

  I nearly bit my tongue when our eyes met.

 His breath smelt like peppermint, his perfectly chiseled jaw, and his thick brow were captivating. His eyes are green like emeralds. His gaze stirred something inside me.

 I scoured when suddenly my phone rang. I took it like lightning without reading the name of the caller because my mind was preoccupied.

  "COME BACK HERE CECELIA! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO US!?" my ear almost burst when I heard my father's voice. It may be the angriest he's ever been to me, which I can understand since I just humiliated the entire Morrow family. The wedding was full of business partners, they also spent a couple of million on the wedding.

  "Let me talk honey" I heard my mom's voice in the background before taking over the phone.

  "Do you have no guilt! Your sister is crying and getting stressed because she was so ashamed!" I frowned. Do I look like I will care for her when she ruined my life?

  "Marry them then if it was that shameful, I told you I wanted to cancel the wedding and you won't list—"

  "STOP TALKING BACK!" my mom shrieked. I had to rest my ears for a few seconds because all the shouting was hurting my ears. I sighed at all the bullshit they keep on spewing, I can't believe my sister was still the reason my mom got this angry about me. I raised my phone again.

  "I told you I don't wanna marry him!" I screamed back in rage and frustration.

  "You can't get away with this! You will marry no matter what! Even if I have to drag you down the aisle!" my mom threatened. I bit my tongue in anger and pressed the end button.

  I leaned at the back of the front seat and rested my head. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I tried to grip the leather of the seat so I could calm my anger, I badly wanna punch them all in the face!

  My phone rang again and this time I made sure to read the name of the caller. As soon as I made sure it was Luke, I pressed the answer button.

  "Where are you?" he asked worriedly. I just stayed silent. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it," his voice is apologetic but urgent. I took a deep breath before answering.

  "Don't worry I'm fine for now," I answered.

  "What do you mean for now? Where are you right now?" he questioned for the second time, this time his voice was more stern.

  "I'm in a car of…" I glanced at the man beside me.

  "I'm in the car of some guest from another wedding…" he sighed in relief.

  "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

  "Yea…"

  "There was an emergency at work, I wanted to wait for you but my boss told me he needed me there right now so…" he explained. I chuckled, I brought an innocent person into this mess when I could do it on my own.

  "I'll be fine, I can handle myself," I reassured.

  I ended the call before going back and leaned at the back of the front seat, my face burrowed in my arms.

  "Do you need my help?" I was taken aback when the man suddenly spoke up. His voice is serious but you can sense a hint of concern. I turned my head to face him.

  "I do. I don't have anyone right now," I replied helplessly.

  "Where do you want me to take you?"

  I lifted my head and looked at him, our eyes met. The once unforgiving and emotionless eyes now have hints of emotion. Not a great difference but it was there.

  I tried to think long and hard about where he could take me but Luke is the only friend I have and he was busy with work. I also don't have any social circle I can crash into and if I ever have my family would just use their connection to drag me back. I also don't have a penny on me to rent a hotel. I'm a beggar at this point.

  I looked at the jewel I was wearing. This would probably cost something but not a lot to get me by, they wouldn't let me wear something expensive, cause it would always make Olivia cry when I have something good.

  "I need a moment," I excused shyly.

  I tried to weigh every option I have and it always takes me back to Luke but I literally can't get him in this mess. My family would just mess with him, why am I such an introvert? Ugh! I hated myself!

  I looked at the man beside me.

  "Are you single?" I asked, no thoughts in my head and he looked at me like I was crazy. Taken aback by my question so, it snapped me back from reality.

  What was I thinking?! I mean, I was just making sure I was not dealing with a married man. Wouldn't wanna hurt another girl's feelings, Right?! That's it! It's not because he was handsome and I'm interested in him and it's also not because he looked too good to be single and not because I wanna use him as a last-minute escape plan. Nope!

  "Why do you ask?" he asked, his tone serious. I waved my hand at him.

  "No that's not I—" I denied.

  "I am." he cut me off before I could even finish my sentence. My eyes grew big. Jackpot!

  "What do you think about getting married today?"

  The perfect escape. I can't be married off if I'm married, Am I?

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