Empire Cookie And Lucious Novels & Stories

It was probably some grand opening coupon picked up from a random college student on the way to the company. Just as I was looking at it, Sean Kensington entered my office. Seeing the coupon on my desk, he chuckled and said, "Wesley, why haven't you used the coupon? I mean, you probably don't know what a latte is, right? You can search online. It's a pretty great drink." He added, "You just came from the mountains, you should probably catch up on some basic knowledge. Otherwise, you might get lost when chatting with people." My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food."

The agreement closed without incident. Better than expected, actually. Lucas stared at the confirmation email longer than necessary. If they could do this without him, then what, exactly, was he for now. That question lingered into the evening. He met Lillian by chance in a quiet corridor, both of them passing through rather than heading somewhere specific. “You look like someone who just stepped off a moving platform,” she said. “Yes,” Lucas replied. “And I’m still adjusting to solid ground.” They walked together for a moment.

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

LUCY I matched back into the room to replug my phone, then went into the Living room to find Aurelio awake, stretching languidly. God-damned it, this man is fucking hot. I noticed he'd showered and changed into flesh clothes while I was asleep. The white shirt and black jeans he wore gave him that simple vibe, and still made him look more stunning. He sure knows how to wear his clothes because he looks fantastic in both casual and office wear.

The woods, the birds, the noise—everything around us seemed to still, like they no longer existed. My breath matched hers, heavy, like we both knew what was coming. But instead of closing the gap, I leaned to the side at the last second. “We’re still in the woods, you know,” I whispered mischievously into her ear. Eleanor pulled back almost too quickly, her eyes fluttered open instantly. Her cheeks burned read instantly. “Right,” she said, quickly pulling back and cleaning her hands on her dress repeatedly like she was cleaning off something that wasn't there. “We should uhm, finish setting up the trap. Lunch’s waiting.”

What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination. Beside the contract rested a sleek black card, Unlimited, No spending limit, A gift for him. Everything was ready. Aurelia checked the clock again. 6:30 PM. Still no sign of him. She hesitated, then picked up her phone and called. The line rang three times before connecting. Alexander’s voice came through, hurried. “Aurelia? I’m busy.” “I just wanted to” “I’m working overtime today. The company’s overloaded. If it’s not important, don’t disturb me.”

"Sure. However many you want, I’ll make them all for you." A supporter shoved a phone toward me, camera aimed straight at my hands. "Hurry up. There are already millions watching the livestream. Everyone’s following Mara’s pregnancy. If you try anything, we’ll break your hands so you’ll never make fortune cookies ever again." I glanced at Mara, then lowered my head and began wrapping the fortune cookie. Whatever message she asked for, I gave it to her. She quickly swallowed the second one. Still, there were no signs of pregnancy. Her face darkened even further, her voice turning sharp. "Make me another one! Bigger! Make it bigger!"

Wouldn’t teeter so close to coercion— To using his power to drag a blowjob from her in this office. I’m not good. Her hand slides past me. Eyes locked on mine. “Are you not?” she murmurs, lifting the cookie box. She peels back the lid, fingers brushing its edge like it’s silk. Her gaze drops—to the cookies. The scent hits. Warm, spiced, maddening. My fantasy. Feeding me. Then she lifts her gaze, a cookie pinched delicately in-between her fingers. “What makes you so sure you’re not good, Professor Lucien?”

“Oh? And what exactly are you craving, then?” Lucious didn’t answer immediately. He just slowly eyed me with dark, hungry eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk that promised trouble. Then he beckoned me with a flick of his fingers. “Come here. Come here and I’ll show you exactly what kind of hunger it is.” I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head even as my pulse thundered in my ears. “Absolutely not. I'm not coming any closer. Wash that face and get in the shower. I’m going to bring you something to eat.”

“Yes.” The word struck like a gunshot. Faces paled hearing him. “Mr. Blackwell-” He rose from his chair, slow, deliberate, and for the first time in years, there was nothing cold about him. He was fire. Controlled, yes, but a blaze nonetheless. “I have given this company my bones, my blood, my youth,” Lucian said, his tone smooth but merciless. “I built our name beyond Europe, stretched our reach across oceans. I’ve doubled our profits in less than five years. And if I choose to stake it now,.if I choose to gamble my own empire for one woman then you will not question it.”