LOGINHmmm. Is it truly tantrums or is that Lucas’s coping mechanism about being a sore loser?
Lucien was leaning back on the couch, an empty glass in hand, watching me beyond the warm lighting of the room like some god-damned freak.It startled me at first.Who the fuck does that?I blinked, clearing the remnants of sleep, but I stayed on my side on the bed, not making any attempt to move. I was still sleepy and tired and not interested in entertaining him at all. But a part of me—much bigger than I’d have liked—was elated to see him here.He slowly set the glass down and leaned forward. “Good morning.” His voice was deeper than usual and raspy. It made my lower belly tingle treacherously.“What are you doing here?” I murmured, rubbing my hand on the bed in search for my phone. I found it and winced when the brightness of the screen hit my eyes. I squinted at the time. “It’s five in the morning.”I dropped the device and took him in properly. On the coffee table before him was a bottle of what I suspected was whiskey and next to it was his laptop. My eyes narrowed. He worked t
Talia had noticed me watching them, and her smile widened by a fraction. I hated that my eyes shifted a second too late and gave her that opportunity.I looked away, staring down at the horses getting geared for the race.My shoulders tensed when they stopped on our row. Honestly, I hoped they’d seat somewhere else, but the universe had other plans.“What did we miss?” Talia’s honey voice made my stomach drop with irritation.Cassian shifted beside me. “Nothing that would interest you. Enjoy your reunion?”“Very much.” Talia looked at me as she said that, as though she was trying to make a statement. A statement which was very clearly received.My gaze stayed fixed ahead even as they took the seats on my end. Lucien sat right beside me, while Talia at the edge beside him, cuddling against his chest like she belonged there. I mean, he let her so, of course she did.I shifted slightly, folding my arms across my chest, doing everything I could not to look sideways even as I felt his gaze
“Keep your elbow down.”I lowered my arm.“Not that far.”“Then stop telling me to lower it.”Cassian laughed behind me. “You’re remarkably argumentative for someone holding a loaded weapon.”We were at the shooting range. Of course a place this huge had one. Cassian had shown me the polo lounge, the equestrian center, and then we ended up here. Somehow, I was now awkwardly holding a loaded pistol while he’d been expecting me to take a shot for the past ten minutes.The thing was, I wasn’t cut out for this. But Cassian wouldn’t give up on me, which was quite touching and funny at the same time.PAWW!Shots echoed through the room as the other shooters fired at their targets.I flinched at the sound and immediately lost my stance again. I sighed, dropping my hands, and turned to look at Cassian, who kept a straight face.“Earmuffs. Shouldn’t I have those?”He snapped his fingers like I’d just given him the brightest idea. “Ah, yes. You know, I was wondering what was missing.”I chuckle
-Lucien thought the best way to make those twenty minutes interesting was to spend them teasing and edging me until I was begging him to take me.I think I may have cried at some point. It had been unbearable how aroused I was.But on the bright side, I did not blow him in the car. Though, considering how quickly I’d drop to my knees if he asked me to now, there was nothing bright about that.“Sweetheart. Still with me?”Lucien stood by the window, leaning forward on his elbows against the glass as he stared at me with a knowing look.I blinked, trying to shake off the fog of desire. When did he get out of the car? No, when did he even stop the car?My eyes darted through the windshield, taking in my surroundings. Ahead of us was a huge building complex, with an open field beside it. A few people were riding horses across it. Other than my brief confusion about where we were, the place looked like some sort of recreational center.Drawing in a deep breath, I shot Lucien a glare. “I h
~Scarlett:-“Where did you say we were going again?”I asked once the tension in the car had finally settled. We’d left the restaurant about twenty minutes ago, and Lucien had been driving south ever since.Initially, the drive had been great. The playlist was mine, so we spent most of it discussing my immaculate taste in music until we got caught between two truck drivers engaged in what could only be described as vehicular warfare. And all Lucien had done since we got trapped was tighten his jaw and sigh like the city had personally offended him.The situation had been bad, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t funny. I’d laughed at his expense so much, I think he might be mad at me.Lucien glanced at me, a crease forming between his brows. “Are you tired of laughing?”Another fit of giggles burst out. “You looked so done, it was entertaining,” I said, trying to muffle the sound.He scoffed. “Is that something you should say to your boss, Ms. Bennett?”“My boss is a kind and perceptive ma
~ Lucien:Scarlett’s expression shifted almost instantly after I said the word marriage. It wasn't dramatic. She was too composed for that.But something in her eyes cooled.The waiter returned with our coffees on a tray and said something about our breakfast coming in ten and then went off to the back.Scarlett reached for her cup like she wanted something to ground her. She then cleared her throat, her gaze darting away for a split second before returning to mine.“What exactly do you want to know about it?”Yeah, what exactly. “You can start wherever you want.”“Why are you even asking me this now?”“Curiosity.” I shrugged one shoulder.Her lips pursed as her eyes flicked toward the anniversary couple beside us.Right.Not exactly subtle.The truth was, outside of knowing Stephen Kane was an asshole and that the marriage had ended badly, I knew almost nothing about that part of her life.Which shouldn't have bothered me.Scarlett was my employee. The rest of whatever existed betwee







