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Chapter 26: Iris: Jealousy

Chapter 26: Iris: Jealousy

"WHY WOULD I want to fuck her? She’s like forty for goodness sake. I don’t have a thing for older women!" Lucas shouts from behind me when I reach for the car door handle.

Clasping my mouth as a stray piece of my burger bun rolls down the wrong hole after I gasped, I choke on my food, palm on the Royce for support. You have got to be fucking kidding me, that woman is forty?!

"Are you okay?" Lucas asks in that concerned boyfriend voice thingy that makes my belly churn in all the right ways. He rushes inside the car and opens the mini fridge when I keep choking, taking out a bottle of water and opening it before passing it to me. I accept it and drink.

"I told you to eat slowly," Paul grunts, hands pausing in the air like he doesn’t know where to touch. "I’m fine, I was just surprised."

Lucas pats my back lightly. "I was too when I heard it from my dad."

Oh my god, this is embarrassing. Why did I have to blurt that out of all the things to be mad at Lucas right now?

"How can she look so young?"

"I know right, she’s like a vampire or something," Lucas matches my energy, voice low as he keeps patting my back. The sun is fully out by now, shimmering on Lucas and making his face gleam in the most godly way possible, sexual appeal radiating off him like UV rays.

Of course, I stare at him like the fucking handsome men sucker I am, but he must take me gazing at him the wrong way because the next moment, he’s clasping my free hand in both of his and pecking at my knuckles. Paul immediately leaves the scene, getting into the car before it gets freaking PDA out here.

"I’m sorry about what I said this morning. I know I can’t erase the memory, but I’ve been feeling miserable since the moment the words left my mouth and I’ve made you angry even though I told you I’d never treat you like shit last night." He pauses, kissing my knuckles with both eyes closed as if he’s savoring the moment. I have to look around to know he isn’t acting because he saw someone from work.

This is real. This is Lucas apologizing for lashing at me after I made him mad. It’s not an act, and now I feel like shit. I was the one who started this entire thing, and I’m the one who made this sudden conclusion that he loves that sugar momma doctor on a whim. I don’t know what’s happening to me and I can’t control it.

"If you can find it in that big heart of yours to forgive me, then—"

"Lucas—"

"It’s okay," he coos, "I know I can be an ass sometimes and my attitude can be fucking stressful, but you hold on anyways even when you’re angry at me."

"I’ve never held onto you like—"

"You did," he cuts me again, tripling my guilt. I squeeze my burger. "If I was you and my dad did to me what he has done to you, I’d have flipped his son’s world upside down wanting him to put an end to it, but you offered me ways out of all my problems instead, and instead of being fucking grateful, I’m piling the stress on you. I’m sorry."

I don’t know why my eyes are watering when he’s literally apologizing for something I started. "And for the record, you were right. I was jealous of Tim, and now I’m jealous of Paul."

That grabs my attention. I look into his green eyes searching for a glint of mischief, but I’m only met with that meaningful gaze, like he means business but in a cute way. He places his thumb under my eyes, rubbing the stray tear off. "Please don’t kiss Paul, I don’t want to see that when I have to abstain from touching you for who knows how long."

His little confession shakes my resolve for a second and I have to fight the urge to tell him to flip the car around and lead us to his house for some makeup sex. "Don’t worry, I won’t be."

The ride to my place is surprisingly tranquil, I chat with Paul along the way and this time it’s my turn to rest on Lucas’ lap. He keeps playing with my hair, giving me glances whenever I’m not looking at him but I can feel it.

Not that I hate it.

After that pep talk outside the clinic, the attention he’s giving me now feels like a reward for being such a loyal girl all along. I love rewards. By the time we reach my gate, my hair is tied into a shape I can’t name, and Lucas looks pleased with his skills.

Paul leaves his seat to open the door for us, but the moment he does, I lock our side from inside. Making a mental note to apologize later, I focus on my mission now. Straddling Lucas’ lap, I place my forehead on his. "You were right about apologizing for making me mad," I mumble shamelessly, "but I won’t be outshined. So here’s my apology to you."

I crash my lips on him, letting out all the anger, angst, and scrappy heartthrob I’d been feeling at the clinic. Jealousy. I can’t believe it took Lucas admitting he was jealous for me to acknowledge my end of the feels. Lucas places one hand on my waist, his other landing on my cheek, bringing my face closer to him so he can devour my mouth.

Seconds turn into minutes and we keep on kissing, slowly at first and then with passion as our suppressed sexual tension bubbles from the cages. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. Lucas penetrates my mouth, running his tongue along mine in my mouth as a low groan escapes from him, the leather along with him.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was jealous. I can feel it in the way he grips my waist, not too hard, but not soft either. It’s a message that he fortifies with his kiss, running his tongue on my teeth and sucking on my tongue. I moan in his mouth, deepening the kiss, breath uneven as I balance kissing and breathing. Who was I kidding when I said I wanted to abstain, I’m turning into a loose tap of wetness between my legs just from being kissed.

It is then that I pull us apart, remembering Paul is waiting outside for us. That poor victim. Lucas looks like a kid who just lost his favorite thing in the world, and I want to pounce on him, but I don’t.

Freeing his legs and opening the door I peek outside the car. Paul is nowhere to be seen, but the Adams gate is open. Stepping out of the car, I turn and bend down to give Lucas one last surprise. "Just so you know, seeing you blush and act all shy with that hot Doctor was the reason why I got mad at you back there."

"That’s because I was dreading asking her for an ointment to help with my ass," Lucas whispers, about the get out of the car and soothe me, but I stop him. One more boyfriend vibe act from him and I swear we’ll be fucking in the back of his expensive car.

Fighting to gain my composure, I decide to embarrass myself one last time. I peek at the gate, and when I see there’s no one there, I hold the door, looking at Lucas straight in the eyes. "Either way, I...I was jealous too." Dumbfounded. That’s the look on his face right now. "I guess all I’m trying to say is, I don’t think I want you fucking with someone else whilst you’re with me, so...."

Before he can say anything else I close the door to his face, storming off inside and bumping into Paul by the gate’s corner. I immediately apologize for locking the doors on him, and sprint inside the house when he begins giving me a speech about couples needing to let loose after a quarrel.

My body is burning, and so is my face. My heart is racing and the bitch between my legs won’t stop throbbing. I can’t believe it, I’m desperate for the one man I don’t want a relationship with, Lucas fucking Andrews. I think I know exactly what’s happening to me, but I might as well be wrong.

No, I am wrong. I can’t be falling for Lucas. That’s just stupid.

I’m pent-up.

Yeah, a good eye-rolling fuck from him will get me back to my senses. Time to use my end of the deal once again before he decides it’s over since I think I handled Lynn for him yesterday.

★★★★★

For the first time in forever, I spent my weekend with Jerald that afternoon. We just binge-watched a romance anime, and now I’m using him as a muse for my side character. I forgot to take my things when we rushed to the clinic, so the laptop is at Lucas’, but I refuse to let that stop me from writing. For the first time in a while, I’m feeling inspired.

"When’s the bestseller coming out, I’ve saved that money for so long now, it’s probably rotting in my piggy bank." I laugh at Jerald. "I’m still writing the first draft buddy, so it won’t be released anytime soon."

He grumbles to himself, shifting his sitting position and repeating a line after me. Mary has gone to enroll in her first photography competition after a lot of procrastination and self-doubt from her a couple of days ago. Jerald told me he had to force her to bathe this morning so she could prepare for the enrollment.

If only she knew just how good her photography skills are, I’m sure she’d be somewhere by now. But then again, I know I’m good at editing but I still feel incompetent when writing my book.

"How’s work these days? I heard from grandma you went for an all-nighter at your boss’s yesterday. Is Lucas stressing you with work?" Jerald asks, stretching himself and standing. "Want juice?" I nod.

"I’m enjoying my work thank you, and no, Lucas is not stressing me, he’s a sweetheart." More than you’ll ever understand.

"Don’t get weird. He’s not worth your time." He’s shouting from the kitchen but I can see his expression darkening when his voice gets low.

"What do you mean he’s not worth my time?"

"Lucas is obsessed with work, he wouldn’t treat you right. Trust me on that one." Oh, my sweet summer child. If only he knew just how much that man is totally different from his perspective of him. But then again. he could be right. I don’t know Lucas that well as much as Jerakd does.

"I didn’t say I was planning on dating him."

"Good for you," he hands me mango juice sitting next to me on the sofa. "I’m calling the boys here tonight. If you want to stick around, you may."

Hell yeah!

"Prepare my food as well."

★★★★★