Jace's pov.How long is it going to rain for? I glanced at the wall clock; it was almost ten in the night. I laid sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling while I counted every ceiling board. This and many others are what boredom makes you do. Mr. Lucian, who was seated on the other side of the room, didn't seem to care about the rain nor the silence in the room. He sat there with his head tilted back and his eyes closed.Either he was pretending or he was fast asleep. How could someone just sit there, motionless like some statue carved from ice?I forced myself to sit up. If the storm outside wasn’t going to entertain me, then maybe pissing off Lucian would.I know I know, I was dangling my head in front of a lion's teeth but Lucian wouldn't do anything. Right?Dragging myself off the bed, I sat down on the couch right next to him, close enough that our shoulders brushed. His eyes snapped open, but he didn’t move.“What are you doing?” His voice was low, guarded. "Aren't you supp
Lucian’s POVThe deal with the managers wrapped quicker than expected, but my attention wasn’t on the numbers. My eyes kept sliding across the floor to where Jace leaned against the bar, laughing with the lady. She was leaning in close, way too close for someone who was just having a conversation. Her hand brushed his arm and her lips painted in a smile that was all teeth. I’d seen women like her before—the kind that didn’t show up to a club without a reason.Jace, oblivious as ever, tilted his glass when she touched it, and she let her hand linger on his thigh.That’s when I saw it. The flash of silver between her fingers which she had taken the cover off. A vial tipped just over the rim.I moved before the thought, while my managers called out to me, wondering why I'd just left."Excuse me," I pushed a drunk man aside and he fell to the floor. In one smooth step, I was at Jace’s side. My hand shot out and I snatched the glass away from him, throwing it to the floor.The woman gas
Lucian’s POVThe club was located in the heart of the city, making it the best place for business. Jace and I walked in, squeezing past the drunk and sweaty club goers to my private booth above the main floor.There, I could see everything that was happening. The strippers were performing, drinks flashing in the air and bills thrown onto the stage. Business as usual was going well.Beside me, Jace leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his eyes glued to the performance below. "What the heck is he doing?" He pointed at the male dancer on stage. He was grinding against the pole amidst the screams of the ladies and a few gentlemen.“I could do better than that.” He hissed in annoyance. "Whoever told him that looking like he wants to mug someone will make him look sexy lied."I turned my head slowly, my eyebrow arched, then I said, “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” he said. “That’s amateur hour. I could have every person in this place begging for more if I was on that stage.”I scoff
Jace’s POVThe heat was unbearable that afternoon, the kind that clung to your skin and made you crave water or a dip in the pool. I could’ve stayed in my room with the AC on, but the thought of the indoor pool called to me. It was private and no one really went there at least, I'd be able to think of my next move.Private? That's what I thought.I walked down the marble steps barefoot, rolled up my trousers, and sat down at the edge of the pool while I scribbled things onto my notepad.How do I seduce Lucian without ending up in his bed? I scratched the back of my head. The water lapped against my calves, soothing, refreshing, just what I needed while I penned down my ideas. I'd noticed the way he looked at my shirtless body which was a sign that my antics were working but I had to push—Something or someone jumped into the pool, splashing water all over me. Lucian.Of course it was Lucian. Who else dove in like he owned the entire world? Which, in fairness, he kind of did actual
Lucian’s POVThe smell of fried eggs and fresh bread with a rich cup of tea drifted into my office before the door opened. I didn’t look up right away because of my attention to the reports in front of me. Then a plate slid onto my desk, and I caught movement in the corner of my eye.I glanced up, and froze.What new development is this? I leaned back in my chair as my eyes fell on Jace who was shirtless.His skin gleamed faintly from the heat of the kitchen, muscles were tight but lean, the faintest trace of flour dusted on his forearm like he’d rolled his sleeves up before realizing he wasn’t even wearing a god damn shirt.My gaze lingered a beat too long before I forced it upward at his face. Control, I had to control myself.“Eat before it gets cold,” he said, voice casual, but there was a spark in his eyes like he knew what was going through my head. He fucking knew.I cleared my throat, pushing back from the desk slightly. “You’ve got a great body. Have you ever considered mode
Jace's PovBy the time we got back to the mansion, I was yet to recover from Lucian's brutality that I had just witnessed.Lucian invited me to join him in the sauna. I wanted to say no but my aching body said otherwise. The sauna was hotter than hell itself. My lungs felt heavy with steam and sweat dripped down my body. I wanted to leave but Lucian said I should stay longer insisting that I “build stamina.” Of course, he looked completely unfazed, like the heat barely touched him.“You’re soft,” he said, his voice cutting through the haze. “This life will eat you alive if you can’t handle a little sweat.” he tipped his head backwards.I scoffed, leaning back against the wooden bench and I adjusted the towel shielding my nakedness. “Cooking in your kitchen is harder than this.”His mouth curved into a smirk. “That explains why you’re always scowling. Maybe you were never made for anything more than stirring pots.”I turned my head to glare at him, but that was a mistake. The bastard