The billionaire's sweet editor
Chapter 122: Iris: A day to remember

Chapter 122: Iris: A day to remember

I step out of the therapy room, feeling a sense of relief and lightness that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. The session was exactly what I needed – a safe space to process my emotions and work through my concerns.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze on my face, and make my hair wriggle in its embrace as I walk out into the fresh air where the birds are still singing their calming melodies—a plus I didn’t know I needed until they started chirping again.

As I make my way through the parking lot, I feel a sense of determination growing inside me. I’ve been putting off facing my parents for too long, and I know it’s time to take control of the situation. Even if I know it might not end well, this conversation between us has to happen.

I’ve been thinking about last night a lot lately, and I’ve come to realize that I need to set boundaries and communicate my needs more effectively. Their choosing to accept my claims or go against them is what will determine our future together.

Taking out my phone, I send a message to my mom telling her to meet me at my grandparents tonight for the final discussion. It’s better we do it sooner rather than later, whilst I still have the guts and mental energy from therapy to do it.

I think about the conversation I’m going to have with them, and I feel a sense of anxiety rising. The same goes for the butterflies that start dancing in my stomach. Who knew they could do the same with fear as they do when you’re about to confess to the man you’ve been shagging for a few months and you grew feelings for.

Life is sometimes very cruel and ironic.

But I’m not going to let it hold me back. I’ve been working on building my confidence and assertiveness in therapy, and I feel more equipped to handle this conversation. Thanks to Doctor Williams and the people who support me, especially Lucas, my grandparents, and the Adams siblings, I think I’ll be good no matter what the outcome of today’s conversation will be.

My mom sends a message confirming that they’ll be home at noon for the meeting. I’m a bit surprised they didn’t sleep there after I left. I thought for sure they at least robbed the place. That’s Vanessa’s specialty—stealing that is.

I get into my car and start the engine, feeling a sense of empowerment wash over me. I know that facing my parents won’t be easy, but I’m ready to take the first step. I’m ready, to be honest with them about how I feel and what I need from our relationship.

This is the final leap of faith that I’m going to make towards our relationship. I just hope it’s going to bear positive results because if it doesn’t and I end up crying because of them again, I’m cutting ties with them in an instant.

As I pull out of the parking lot at Lucas’ home, I feel a sense of clarity and purpose. I know that tonight’s conversation is going to be a turning point in our relationship, and I’m ready to face whatever comes next. I’m ready to take control of my life and my relationships, and I feel a sense of excitement and anticipation about what the future holds.

But for now, I get to enjoy being smothered with love. At least I have someone who can give me that if everything decides to head the wrong way later.

When I enter the apartment, the atmosphere shifts from the silence I was expecting, to an exciting anticipation. The faint aroma of something delicious wafts through the air, and I can hear soft music playing from the living room. Curiosity piqued, I follow the sounds until I find Lucas standing in the kitchen, a focused expression on his face as he stirs something in a pot.

"Hey, you!" he says, glancing over his shoulder with a smile that instantly warms my heart. "How was therapy?"

Oh, Tim and Paul are spending their off days today. Good, I get to watch Lucas in an apron at least once in my lifetime.

"It was good," I reply, feeling a smile tug at my lips. "Dr. Williams helped me sort through some things. I think I’m finally starting to understand what I need to do moving forward."

"Good to hear," he says, turning back to the stove. "I wanted to do something special for us today. You’ve had a lot on your mind, and I thought we could take a break from everything."

"What do you have planned?" I ask, intrigued.

Lucas turns around, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, I made your favorite—pasta primavera. And after we ate, I thought we could spend the day together, just the two of us. No stress, no distractions."

My heart swells at his thoughtfulness. "That sounds amazing. Thank you for doing this."

He shrugs, his smile widening. "You deserve a day to relax and enjoy yourself. You’ve been carrying a lot lately, and I want to help lighten that load."

I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his back. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Really, what did I do to deserve him?

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he turns to face me, his expression serious but soft. "I mean it, Iris. I want us to reconnect. The past week has been tough, and I think spending time together will help us rebuild what we’ve been through."

I nod, feeling the weight of his words. "I agree. I’ve missed us."

And so we eat and talk, laughing and joking any chance we get. Once we finish dinner, we clear the table, and Lucas leads me to the living room, where he has set up a cozy spot on the couch with blankets and pillows. "I thought we could watch a movie or play a game. Whatever you feel like."

"Let’s watch a movie," I suggest, settling into the cushions as Lucas flips through our options. "Something light and fun."

After a few minutes of scrolling, we settle on a romantic comedy that promises plenty of laughs. As the opening credits roll, I feel a sense of normalcy returning, a welcome reprieve from the tension that has been hanging over us.

As the movie plays, I find myself laughing more than I have in days. Lucas’s laughter is infectious, and I can feel the warmth between us growing. Every shared glance and touch feels like a reminder of the connection we have, one that is worth fighting for.

"Remember when we watched this movie in there?" Lucas asks, a nostalgic smile on his face as he points at his home theater.

I chuckle, nodding. "How could I forget? You tried to impress me with your ’movie knowledge’ and ended up quoting all the wrong lines."

"Hey, I thought I was charming!" he protests playfully, feigning indignation.

"You were," I reply with a grin. "But I think I just liked how nervous you were."

"Still nervous around you," he admits, his voice low. "But I wouldn’t change a thing."

As the movie progresses, I feel the tension of the past week starts to dissolve. I shift closer to Lucas, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wraps around me instinctively, pulling me closer.

Then the movie ends, and we linger in the comfortable silence, the credits rolling as the screen fades to black. "What’s next?" I ask, looking up at him.

Lucas smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You," he says in a deep voice, taking my face in his hands and looking at my eyes closely.

The air vibrates with tension as he leans in, his face inches from mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes search mine, asking for permission, and I nod slightly, my heart racing with anticipation.

Lucas’s lips brush against mine, soft and gentle. The kiss is like a whisper, a quiet promise of affection. I feel a spark of electricity as our lips touch, and I lean into the kiss, deepening it. His lips move slowly, savoring the moment.

I can taste the sweetness of the popcorn we’d shared during the movie and the slight tang of his cologne. The combination is intoxicating, and I feel myself getting lost in the kiss. As we kiss, the world around us melts away. The movie is forgotten, the room disappears, and all that matters is the connection between us.

Lucas’s arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I feel safe and protected in his embrace. The kiss grows more passionate, our lips moving in perfect sync. I feel like I’m home like this is where I’m meant to be. Lucas’s love and affection wrap around me like a warm blanket, making me feel seen and loved.

As we finally pull away, gasping for air, I smile up at him. My heart is racing, and my lips feel swollen, but I couldn’t help feeling happy and content. Lucas smiles back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Iris..."

"How about we head upstairs?"

Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options.

If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Report