Right In The Act.

Chapter 3.

Noria’s POV.

I still didn’t understand how my feelings for Lucan twisted from disgust to something I could no longer control.

My pussy dripped onto my thighs as our eyes met, but I hurriedly looked away, still holding my head high with sophistication.

“Good morning,” Ivy said to her dad, and he let out a brief nod before walking away. It's always been like this for them….less conversation, signs, and sometimes nothing at all.

Ivy and her father are in an entangled relationship. They barely talk to each other or do things together as much as I don't like her father. I didn't want them at loggerheads. She believed he and her mother would have made a great couple if only he weren't so cold-hearted. Well. I do not believe so. Mrs Philip was hot-blooded. So it was easy for her to get along with my mother.

My eyes drifted back in his direction and I watched as he walked away gently, moving in motion like a powerful brick.

“Hey…” Ivy tapped my shoulder, and that immediately pulled me back into reality.

“What were you saying?” I asked with parted lips, and she stared at me with knitted brows for a few seconds.

“Are you okay?” I blinked back gently and nodded my head.

“Okay? Yes… of course I am fine.”

Still wearing an unconvinced look, Ivy proceeded to hang the bell on the tree.

Silence fell for a few brief seconds, but in those seconds, the thought of Lucan filled my mind, and subconsciously imagined the size of his cock and how it would feel against my grip.

“Hand me the other bell,” Ivy said, and I jolted out of my trance, standing lost for a second before figuring out what she had asked me to do.

Any human could tell that I wasn’t fine. Because I wasn’t. I am still trying to process how I went from repulsing the sight of the man to desiring the size of his cock.

It doesn’t make sense. But, I reminded myself that I still hated him. Because I really do.

“How long did you take to set this up?” I said, lowering myself to the floor, because the constant thought of my friend’s dad was my call to get busy. Working would be a perfect way to get his thoughts out of my head.

Ivy smiled immediately, her eyes bright and genuine. “It didn’t take long… I had Jordan on the call, and we talked about random silly things that made me excited.”

A smile touched my lips at the sound of Jodarn’s name.

“I am so happy for you,” I whispered, rubbing my palm on her shoulders while she leaned her face down and brushed her cheeks against my hand.

We sat still like that for a brief second before Ivy suddenly said, “What’s your plan for an internship? What firm do you intend to go for? Still Dellas, right?”

My heart cracked at the mention of Dellas, but I hurriedly shook my head.

The name of that city just reminded me of the very person I was trying so hard to forget.

Nathan.

We had decided to travel there but that was before our very toxic relationship ended.

“I… I won’t do Dellas again. I will try Washington.”

Ivy’s brows pulled together gently, then she turned to me completely. At first, she was shocked, but the shock turned into a little bit of sarcasm.

“You are doing a terrible job at trying to run away from this city, Noria.”

Her words struck a nerve, and I looked down at my hands. She wasn’t lying. I mean… ever since Nathan and I broke up, I have been trying really hard to heal, so I figured leaving Texas would help me heal from him completely, but I don’t know how long it would take for me to make that lie convincing to myself.

“The good one will come,” Ivy said softly, rubbing her palms on my arms and a feeling of relief washed over me.

No good men exist. The last one died some years back and he left me with a very heavy burden. My mother.

“Tell me…” I blinked back my frustration, switching the topic and hoping it would bring me relief, and thank God! It worked!

“Where do you intend to go for your internship?”

Her eyes brightened immediately. “Rochester…” She giggled like a child walking out of a candy store. “Jordan and I desire to go there… isn’t it fun?”

A smile formed on my lips, and I nodded gently. But I badly wanted her to work at her father’s company. Perhaps that could help build her relationship with him. They used to have the best of relationship. At least. Not until her mother and her father had a divorce.

Regardless, I am glad she found Jordan. An emotionally secure man in the same financial class as her. He would do anything for her, and I love that she found peace with him.

The silence between us stretched, but it soon turned into laughter as we took cute pictures of the tree while we made I*******m captions for it.

It was twelve o’clock already. Ivy and I were gisting about random events that happened back then in school when a message suddenly popped up on my screen.

“Where did you keep the damn money?” I read from my notification bar, and my heart immediately skipped.

I stared at my screen, drifting subconsciously from my conversation with Ivy.

“You skink.” another message read, and I tightened my grip around the phone like that would help ground my frustration. “You knew very well that I needed the damn money, yet you emptied the safe. Don’t fucking test me, Noria. Don’t test me.”

My chest tightened at the message, and I was forced to reply, but I pushed the phone away and decided to concentrate on Ivy.

Life with my mum after the death of my father has been chaotic. All she does is take my money, drink, smoke, and gamble it.

Paying attention to her would really attract one pain or the other and I wasn't in for that.

Ten minutes had passed, and Ivy and I were legit having the best moment of our lives when the phone suddenly buzzed again.

My anger snapped, and I was an inch away from smashing my phone against the wall when my eyes suddenly caught something interesting.

It was a message from someone I didn’t want to believe I knew.

“Hey, sexy,” I read gently, but my heart was already thumping rapidly.

“Healed already?” The second message came in, and my body went completely still.

My fingers twitched, itching to grab the phone. But I didn't do that just yet.

I didnt need anyone to tell me.

The message. It was Nathan.

My stalker ex whom I was trying to heal away from.

My throat tightened, and the air in my lungs dried up.

Mentally, I shook my head in disbelief. No. No.

This can’t be happening.

Nathan cannot be doing this.

My gaze lingered on the phone, and all the emotions from the past came rushing in.

I stared at Ivy who was having the best time of her life with Jordan on the phone and I knew I needed to be out of this place before she would notice my pain.

Trust me, the girl had done a lot to help me heal from him over the month, I can’t let her see me like this.

With my grip tightened around the phone, I blinked gently and pushed my chair backward.

“Excuse me…” I whispered, and she raised her gaze from her phone.

“Is everything fine?” Her brows were pulled into a worried knit.

“Yes… umm… I… I just need to pick this call from my mum.”

Ivy nodded gently, and without saying another word, I bolted through the corridor, taking the stairs immediately.

I wanted to be away. To be in a place where Ivy would not barge into me crying my eyes out.

It’s been months already, and I should have healed from him completely, but I have spent all my life with him. How can I heal that fast?

He had been the safest of spaces till he became the worst version of that.

Yet, the part of me who found solace couldn't afford to walk away.

“I miss you.” My phone buzzed again and another message came in.

I stared at the message that made my heart tighten.

God. I was such a fool, cause why is my heart fluttering from reading a message I knew he very much didn't mean? Why?

“I want to see you, Sexy.”

A scoff slipped past my lips and I hurriedly blinked back the tears that were forming on my eyelid.

“I don't want to see you.” I typed back with anger but his message came in right after and that made me regret it immediately.

“I wasn't asking, Noria.”

My heart leaped, and I could almost see his reaction through the message.

I shouldn't have replied to him. I should have just gone ahead to block him as I did with the other number, but the tiny part of me that needed attention had pushed me to, now my heart is thumping with the fear that he could really barge into my life and make it miserable again.

Disoriented by everything happening, I perched over the gallery railing in the double-height living room that led to an open balcony, glaring at the message that would not stop bringing back memories.

I had healed from this… I really thought I had, but thanks to him, I get to grieve over the pain that I had tucked somewhere in the deepest part of my broken heart.

Tears formed on my lid and I raised my gaze to blink them back, but in that moment, something caught my attention and I realized I wasn't alone.

Lucan Cyrus stood in the lower standard living room, glaring at his phone while his hand moved up and down like he was stroking something

My breath hitched, and my brows pulled together, and I leaned forward trying to get a view of his phone.

He shouldn’t be here. No one should be here. I chose this place because barely anyone used it.

But standing below me was Lucan freaking Cyrus, and while his hand moved, his lips were parted, and he threw his head backward, trembling like he was doing the very thing I shouldn't see.

The coherent sound of something rough filled my ear and my body froze immediately.

“Fuck!!! Yes… That’s it, little yapper. Stroke my cock like that.”

The air in my lungs vanished at how hot he sounded, but what caught my attention most was the image on his phone.

A lump formed in my throat and I blinked back like I was trying to wake up from a sleep. The image on his phone was an image I remembered clearly.

Red gown that stopped below my ass, sleeveless hands, and a cleavage that exposed my very small boobs, and a perfect full lips that could wrap perfectly around any cock.

My hand shook, but I scrambled for my phone and hurriedly checked my socials with a pounding heart.

Behold, the image on his phone was the same picture I posted on my I*******m.

My lashes fluttered and I blinked, trying to process it.

I was trying to see his cock. Not for the size but to confirm that he was really stroking himself.

I want to believe, but how can I believe that my bestfriend’s Dad who hates me with every ounce of himself, is standing here in the lower standard, living room, stroking his cock and moaning my name to a picture of me that I posted to spike my stalker ex?