MasukWe have barely gotten inside before he slams me against the door and takes my lips in his.“I can't believe you are driving me this crazy.” He groans, his groin pressed against me as he presses me against the door.“Me too,” I confess.I didn't imagine this when I proposed being his fake date but I don't mind this ending to a great day.“Can I?” He stares at me, his hand hovering at the back of my dress.I nod.He shivers as he unzips and slides my gown down. He whistles in appreciation. “You've been naked all day.” His eyes glow as he glances at my naked form.“This dress isn't made for bras.” I explain. “And pant lines may show so I didn't bother.”“Damn it, Lucy.” He shakes his head in amusement. “You are effortlessly sexy.”“And you also know how to drive a woman crazy.” I grin. “You are good at this.”“I am?” I nod. “I'm glad you are impressed. For a moment, I was nervous I won't match up to your standards.”“You are the standard now, Lucian.”He chuckles. “I know you are sayin
Everyone is cool. Except one. Jessica.I think she was introduced as a childhood friend of the bride. She watches me with narrowed eyes and thinned lips, her eyes dark with suspicion. “Why do I doubt that this is real?” She blurts out.My heart slams in my chest. I knew she was trouble.“Because it's surprising.” Another aunt chuckles. “We all thought he would die single, but here he is with a girlfriend.”“How convenient that he got one now.” Jessica drawls.“Is there a timing for getting girlfriends?” Lucian's mum scowls.Jessica shrugs. “I didn't say that, just that there are apps for getting fake dates nowadays.”Lucian gasps and I hope he isn't about to rat us out.His aunt thinks that he gasped in outrage and speaks for us. “Don't you dare ruin this exciting bubble with your unwanted criticism.”Jessica shrugs again, a perfect image of indifference to the glares on her. “Just observation which anyone of you would have done if you weren't busy fawning over the shock of Lucian da
“I hear Nora isn't getting promoted again.” I smile at Lucian, my colleague at work.“Okay.” He says indifferently.I frown, stunned by his unexpected reaction.He isn't meant to react that way. Damn it, he should be more dramatic than that. The Lucian that I know is dramatic but this one sitting beside me is an alien I don't know.“Hello?” I say, waving a hand in his face.He glances at me and gives me a smile which I can tell is fake even without being a seer.What the hell has his personality in a tight bind?“Are you fine?”He nods. “I am.”“Did you hear what I said?”“That Nora didn't get promoted.” He repeats with another nod. “I heard you.”I don't know what is more shocking: that he actually heard what I said or that he didn't react at all. Nora is our enemy at work and we've spent months dreading her promotion, knowing that hell will breeze over if that happens.I can't believe he is ‘cool’ about our answered prayers.“What is the problem, Lucian?”He frowns. “I didn't say t
“Your friend isn't here yet.” Mr. Charles says as he opens the door.I already know that.“She says I can wait for her.” I reply. “Good afternoon, sir.”He nods and moves to his room. I sit on the couch I've always chosen for the past five years I've visited Amy.Mr. Charles, Amy's dad, walks back into the room. “What do you want, Comfort?”I shrug. “I can get it myself, sir. You don't have to worry yourself.”“Sure,” he says and leaves again.I sit still, clutching my hands together as I wait for Amy to show up. Her dad is cool but it feels strange to be alone in the house with him. My phone beeps and I sigh as I read the message that comes in.Can't make it home again, babe. There is traffic so postponing my arrival till tomorrow. See ya later.I drop my phone and sigh, hating that I had wasted the journey here. And to think I don't have the time to be here again tomorrow. I already have plans for tomorrow but Amy didn't choose to ask.“I'm leaving, Mr. Charles.” I call out.He wal
His eyes flick open the moment I shift in bed. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes get cleared. He gasps and shifts backward, his hands falling off my body as if I am a poisonous vine.“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice rough from sleep.I arch my eyebrow at him. “You told me to take the bed, remember?”He winces. “I'm sorry. I must have left the couch without knowing.”I nod in understanding. As big as the couch seems, it will be uncomfortable for his large frame. That was why I wanted it but he had to be a gentleman.“Let me go there.”“Don't worry.” He shakes his head. “I will go back.”“And have you come back to spoon me again?”He blushes. “For that, I'm sorry.” He runs his hand over his face. “I must have thought that you were a pillow.”I snort. “I believe I'm warmer than a pillow.”He blushes again. “I guess.”“You can have the bed.”“Don't worry, I will move.” He says and jumps out of bed.I gasp out loud as he stands, my eyes wide in horror and fascinat
I sigh as I stare at the clouds. We are never going to leave here, are we?Lucas, my boss, paces as he walks around the spot we are forced to sit in, his expression mad as ever.“Will you please sit, sir?” One of the other delayed passengers says to him. “You are distracting the others.”Lucas ignores him.“Sir?” The man tries again, hellbent on not giving up.Lucas flicks him an irritated glance and continues pacing.The man sighs and walks up to me. “Will you convince your husband to stop? He is distracting me.”It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him that Lucas isn't my husband and we all need a distraction if we are being honest. I don't get to say a word though as the voice of an announcer booms through the speakers.“We are sorry but flight BGX354 will not be proceeding as planned due to an unexpected weather change. We apologize for the inconvenience and will make it up to the passengers tomorrow.”Good. Our flight has gotten rescheduled just like that. I can almost see the
I should meet him.I shouldn't meet him.My heart and my brain have been in loggerhead for a week. I refuse to follow Sammy to the game tonight to avoid seeing him.What a coward I am.I guess I don't want Zane enough. The next day, I'm alone in the room when I hear a knock on the door. I frown as
“Damn,” he breathes as he slides his tongue into my mouth. “You will be the death of me, Chloe.”I can say the same. I wish he will stop talking and kiss me though. He is likely to remember that we are friends if he keeps talking. I shun the voice in my head reminding me that I'm kissing Logan, the
“What the hell is wrong with you!” I jump as he yells, the files in my hand falling and scattering on the ground. This job will be the death of me. “I'm sorry, sir.”“What are you sorry for?” He scowls.Honestly, I don't know. I have done exactly what he asked for and I don't understand his foul
“You feel so good.” He groans as he slips into me for the second time that night. “So tight and wet.”“Oh!” I moan as I feel my pussy clench around him.“When was the last time you had sex?”“A year ago.”He frowns. “I thought you said you had a boyfriend.”How nice of him to fuck me while believin







