The call boy?

LYNETTE'S POV

I kissed him like I'd been hungry for it.

And honestly, I have.

He froze for a moment, probably shocked I moved so fast. Then he started to kiss me back slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

I wasn’t expecting his lips to be that soft. He pulled me closer with one hand and held my face with the other. His hand felt so warm.

I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be kissed like that.

I tightened my grip on his shirt and deepened the kiss. He let out a breath against my mouth, granting me access.

I couldn’t wait to get deeply lost in this feeling. I turned, pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him within seconds.

I began to undo his button, then he quickly grabbed my hands to stop me.

“You sure about this?” He breathed.

I paused. ‘Why is he asking me that? Did he notice anything?’

“I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,”

I took off my blouse without hesitation and crashed my lips on his again.

All doubts and hesitation seemed to disappear after that.

He unhooked my bra from behind and took them off of me, tossing it on the floor.

He cupped my breasts in his hands and took turns to suck on the nipples. Shocks of pleasure ran through me, I dipped my fingers in his hair, moaning softly.

I was getting really hot, it's probably the alcohol.

I undid his buttons and removed his shirt hurriedly. I stared for a moment, even with the dim light I could still tell he was well-built, my fingers ran through it as if they had a mind of their own.

‘I guess they make them work out.’

He suddenly flipped me over. He kept his gaze on me as he took off the rest of my clothing, then he started planting kisses all over my body.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured.

I haven't felt this way in a really long time.

I just closed my eyes and allow myself to be lost in another realm.

He suddenly stopped and stood up, I almost asked why. Then I heard him unbuckling his belt.

I sighed in relief, cause I was fucking aroused already.

When he was done, he came on top of me and kissed me again, squeezing my breast.

I could feel his member hardened between my legs.

Then he held my legs apart and plunged inside me.

I gripped his back and let out a moan.

He was going slowly for a few minutes, then he picked up pace and started stroking faster.

He was now breathing unevenly, my nails digging into his back as I muttered all sorts of words that had never come out of me.

‘Damn, he's good at what he does,’ I thought.

The pleasure took over me and everything else disappeared.

I moaned loudly, my legs shaking as I reached orgasm.

This should be like the best sex I've ever had. I wish this night would never end.

I didn't know when I fell asleep after he came, his uneven breaths against my shoulder was the last thing I heard.

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I woke up holding my temple, my head was aching slightly, sunlight hitting my face from the curtains.

I didn't know where I was at first until I heard a soft breathing beside me. I turned to look and saw him sleeping peacefully, then everything that happened last night came rushing.

I couldn’t see his face last night, not that I care since I won't be seeing him again. But I couldn’t resist, he looked so captivating even with half his face buried in the pillow.

I rested on one elbow and studied his face.

He had a straight nose, really dark lashes, and sharp jawline. His dark hair was falling slightly over his forehead, I remember running my fingers through them.

He didn't look young, yet so breathtaking.

I wondered why he's into this kind of work.

Well, it's none of my business.

I slipped out of the bed quietly and picked up my clothes from the floor, replaying everything from last night.

I have no regret, just a strange emptiness.

I dressed up quickly and smoothed my hair with my fingers trembling slightly.

I took out my wallet from my purse and stepped towards the nightstand to leave the cash there.

That's when I saw the car key, with a wristwatch laying beside it.

I paused.

Even without knowing much about cars and wristwatches, I could tell they were really expensive, more than the ones Nicholas uses.

“They must pay them really well,” I muttered softly.

I gently placed the cash beside the watch, and looked back at him again.

‘Could he be into something else? Something…illegal?’

My mind began to race with different speculations.

Then he stirred. His brows drew together.

My heart jumped.

I grabbed my purse, then my heels with unsteady hands and quickly rushed out of the room.

I didn't even bother closing the door after me, I walked down the hall quickly, without looking back.

When the elevator started descending, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

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I finally had the chance to check my phone when I got into my car.

I saw missed calls, most of them from Gabrielle, a few from a strange number.

I was expecting to see at least one from Nicholas, wondering where I spent the night.

But then he'd only notice if he slept in the house.

I sighed, “I guess it's really over,” I murmured to myself.

It still hurts, even if I told myself that I don't care anymore.

I did put in a lot of work for a long time, so it'll take more than a night of pleasure to forget.

I sent a text to Gabrielle, I'm sure she's dying to hear everything.

Gabrielle: I've got a lot of work today, so let's meet up at NoMad’s later in the afternoon.

I put my phone in my bag on the passenger seat and started the car.

I need to go home first and freshen up before heading to the studio.

I have unfinished work from yesterday all because I wanted to plan a special evening.

My chest hurts at the thought.

Then I replayed the steamy part of my night, “At least the night ended well,” I whispered, smiling slightly.

With that, I drove away from The Laurent.

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“I'm leaving the studio now, Gab,” I said, walking towards my car.

Just as I reached for the door handle, a voice stopped me.

“I guess you were in a hurry to leave,” he said, calmly.

My hand froze on the door handle.

That voice was awfully familiar.

It was a voice I couldn’t get out of my head, but it was supposed to remain in my head.

I turned slowly, my heart racing wildly.

‘It can't be, right?’

“The call-boy?” I breathed before I realised I said it out loud.

He laughed softly, shaking his head a little, “Call-boy, huh?”

Then he brought something out from his pocket.

“You left this behind at the hotel,” he said, holding up my wallet as he walked closer to me, “I figured you might need it.”

I felt the ground shift underneath my feet, hoping it would open up and swallow me right now.

I was just staring at him, too shocked, or maybe too embarrassed to get any words out.

He stood in front of me now, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He slowly took off his glasses. And it was like the late afternoon sun was bending to his wishes. He looked too striking to be real.

‘Wait…I've seen that face before. And not just once. Was it on TV or…? Magazines?!’

Then realization hit me hard. Really hard.

My eyes widened in shock. My hand went over my mouth instinctively. My heart was beating too fast like it was going to jump out of my ribs.

He seemed amused, he probably noticed my reaction.

Then he stretched out his free hand, “I didn't get to introduce myself last night…” he said, too calmly now, “I'm Bradford King.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“King…You're the CEO of King Atelier?” I swallowed, disbelief creeping in, “the one who just bought another resort in Santorini?” I managed to get the words out.

He just nodded.

My jaw dropped open, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand again.

‘How? This doesn't make any sense. How could the man who owned the most expensive hotels and resorts in different countries be a call-boy? Why? He's a billionaire so it's clearly not for money. Is he doing it for fun? No, that sounds crazy. But… why?’

I stole another glance at him from the corner of my eye, he still had his hand stretched out, staring at me patiently with those blue eyes.

‘God this is insane. What should I do?’

‘I need to get out of here, but my legs are frozen in place. Now would be a good time for the ground to open up and take me.’