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Chapter 32: Lucas: A boy in love

Chapter 32: Lucas: A boy in love

I FLINCH at the sound of my alarm, opening my eyes and patting the bed stand for any sign of my phone. Light flashes in my eyes and I squint them. It’s a freaking light pink Barbie world in here, only, it has hints of other colors blending with it.

Flipping my phone, I check the time. 4AM. That’s enough time to drive back to my place and prepare for work. I know I have a tight schedule today, but damnit, I don’t want to wake up yet. The head lying on my chest is so warm, and cute, smelling like roses mixed with my ocean scent.

I fucking love it!

Iris groans, placing her hand on my chest and tugging at the duvet with her legs, intertwining them with mine. God, I love it when our legs intertwine. I rub my eyes, tipping my head so I can get a good look at her sleepy face.

The hickeys I left on her last night are visible, large red dots spotting everywhere like mosquito bites. Was I too rough last night?

I rub the soft black hair covering her face, tucking it behind her ear to reveal her beautiful smooth skin. To think I had been sucking on it everywhere last night. My eyes scan her entire features, the long lashes, her pink lips, and her pointed nose that sticks up whenever she’s trying to make a point.

I’ve been trying to hide it all this time, but watching her chest heave up and down as she blows warm air on my chest doesn’t help my case. I like this woman. I want her to be mine. I want this deal off so we can do the real thing. I want to be her boyfriend, want her to call me hers.

But that is just wishful thinking on my part. It’s only been a month since we met, our first encounter wasn’t very impressive either, and this relationship started on the worst terms ever—a pact to remove Lynn from my life. Similarly, Iris has made sure to remind me every time we’re together how much she dislikes the idea of being in a relationship.

I should consider myself lucky that she’s still in this stupid game of love with me after warding Lynn off from me a few days ago. By the look on her face when she left my office, I’m pretty sure Lynn is done with me—for good this time.

Iris might have swatted her hopes on making me her boyfriend, for good this time. It should be a reason to celebrate, this is the one thing I’ve been wanting to happen ever since Lynn started trying to fit herself into my already busy schedule—for her to buzz off.

Now that it has happened though, I feel anxious because of the uncertainty. Will Iris dump me now that she’s done with her task? I know I shouldn’t be using the word dump since we don’t have anything worth discarding, but fuck, I know that if she decides to cancel whatever we have, I’ll be heartbroken.

Shit, this feels like that time in high school when I got played by my senior after I told her I like her. I’ve learned my lesson though. I won’t be telling Iris I like her until I’m about fifty percent certain she likes me back too.

Besides, I’m pretty sure she won’t be staying once I appear clingy, she told me once I do that, then it’s bye-bye.

"Stop staring at me like that or you’ll make me horny," comes the sexiest groggy voice on the planet, eyes half closed and looking up at me.

"You’re too beautiful not to look at."

"I know," she responds, lips twitching up into a small smile. Her hand travels down my pack, light and ticklish like a feather, sending shivers all over my body, down to my dick which twitches happily when she runs her fingers on it. "Morning sex before work?"

"If I ever say no to you, there’s a gun next to my bed stand, use that on me."

I flip us over. "I’m already soft from last night so don’t worry about hurting me."

Placing my fingers in her mouth and letting her lick them, I bring the wetness to her already slick pussy. "Mmm, I can feel that."

She spreads her legs for me and I don’t waste time, rubbing my dick on her before thrusting inside of her slowly. As we continue with our lovemaking, bodies clasped together, breaths matching, kissing as the sounds of sex fill the dawn air, I know I want nothing more than to make this woman mine.

Now how do I do that without pushing her away?

That’s the only problem left to crack, but right now, my dick in her wet tight pussy early morning is the only answer I need to my fucking problems.

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There’s something about knowing the woman you like listens to K-pop music as her main go-to genre, especially when she went out of her way and studied Korean and Japanese just so she could sing along, correctly, to the music.

Add how she loves reading, anime, and comic books, Iris is a freaking geek. Is it weird that I find her even more attractive now?

She flips her hair to the side, using her phone which is connected to the car’s Bluetooth as a microphone, singing along to Blackpink’s song Shutdown. Dressed in a pink outfit that looks like a jumpsuit but with shorts, a matching blazer, and heels thicker than my leg width, she looks too cute. I might have to hide her away from the boys at the company, or better yet, claim her as mine to their faces.

Paul is bobbing his head up and down with every bass the beat hits. I smile at the two. I’ve never had such a ludicrous duo sitting in my car at the same time before.

We’re waiting for the robot light to turn green for a few seconds now when I think I hear a notification on my phone. It’s too loud in the car for me to hear anything correctly, but the subtle vibration that occurs in my pocket makes me take out the gadget.

Dr. William

Dr. William: A home theater is even better. That way you won’t have to worry about her privacy when her fear is triggered somewhere during the movie. *smiley emoji*

Lucas: Home theater it is then.

I hadn’t pictured Dr. Williams as someone who used emojis.

Pressing send, I turn to look at Iris, running the gears in my head as I try to think of a way to tell her to watch a movie with me tonight without sounding like a playboy who just wants to have my way with her tonight—again.

She turns to face me, leaning closer to me so she can sing in my face. The whole car smells like roses now because of her cologne. It’s probably spreading around more than my ocean scent because she can’t sit still during her sing-along.

She looks so happy, and that makes me happy. I feel like a boy in love.

Summoning up the guts, I decide to be straightforward with her. "Iris," I say loudly, tapping her shoulder. She pauses, lowering the volume when the car jerks us back as it starts to move.

Giving me her full attention, Iris winks at me."What’s up, Luke?" The way she says my name, placing her tongue right below her upper lip’s cupid bow and slowly bringing it into her mouth does things to me I don’t want Paul witnessing.

I clear my throat, gaining my composure before I blurt out something that might surprise Paul and make him crash into another car. "Me, Paul, and Tim were wondering if you’d like to watch a movie with us tonight in our home theater."

Paul coughs and Iris pauses, giving me a quick side glance that makes me squirm inside. As I suspected she thinks I want to get my way with her. I’m quick to cover my tracks. "If you’re too busy that’s okay, it’s not mandatory. You can skip if you want."

"Okay," she replies, already turning up the radio volume, "but make sure you check my edited piece before we leave. And tell Tim to prepare that curry he promised me."

Well, that was smooth. I nod at her, immediately texting Tim about her request and asking him to let Harry come so he can whip up some quality delicious meals for tonight.

After I’m done sending orders to set up everything just right, I adjust my suit, changing my demeanor to focus on the now. The presentation.

I have a fucking presentation I need to deliver intricately well so I can convince the entire magazine team to hop on my trend. If I do this right, I’ll be on my way to being number one once again. Giving one last glance at Iris as Paul pulls up in my parking slot, I let out a chuckle.

"You do look pretty when you smile."

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