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Chapter 59: Lucas: Paparazzi

Chapter 59: Lucas: Paparazzi

DAMN, THE way I missed these soft lips dancing in symphony with mine is tremendous.

I cup Iris’ face, hugging her waist and pulling her closer so I can deepen the kiss. She runs her tongue along mine, twisting it in a teasing manner that makes me groan in her mouth.

Something about the way she’s touching my face, stroking my beard, and twisting her head with each stroke her tongue takes in my mouth is calling out to me. Like she’s apologizing for not answering my messages and asking me for more at the same time.

I can’t get enough of her. She’s fucking perfect for me, I can feel it in my bones and heart that I’m right. Our bodies ease as the tension from earlier subsides. I lean my head, placing my forehead on hers.

"Was that you apologizing?" I just had the best kiss of my life and yet, I still feel uncertain when Iris pulls her lips away from mine.

"No, that was me telling you I missed you too."

She buries her head in my chest. "I miss everything, your scent, your soft bed and sheets, the sex, and you. I miss you, Lucas."

It’snottimeyet!

I have to chant the statement in my head for god knows how long before I reply to her. "I missed you too, Iris. Everything about you."

"Wanna take this outside the gate?"

"You bet I do," I immediately answer, knowing exactly where this is leading.

We barely close the gate before our lips are on each other again, hungry and domineering. Iris tries to pull away so she can turn around but I grab her neck before she does, bringing her back and devouring her lips like I’d have done if we were alone in my room, recreating a scene she’d want to write perfectly from experience.

"When are you going to start uploading the story ok NovelFire?" I blurt out, breathless as I pin her to the car.

"Why are you asking? Wanna read the smut like you did the mafia novel?"

Shit. DidIjustsell

"No, I wanna recreate some smut scenes with you. That way, you’ll be able to write what you experienced and not just from your imagination."

"Mhmm, that sounds inviting. How about we recreate a car sex scene I’m gonna write tomorrow?"

Smirking, I kiss her on the corner of her mouth. "Sounds perfect to me. Do I have to role-play someone or do something in particular?"

"Yes," Iris licks her lips. "You need to play the gentle mafia billionaire who can’t let go of his maid. Can you do that?"

Blood rushes to my dick like fucking bullets, and it immediately begins throbbing, straining my briefs and pants. "I can do that with my eyes closed, baby."

"That’s a good idea," she quips, pulling my tie and removing it from my collar. "Once we’re in there, I’ll lay you on the seat and cover your eyes," she says in a saucy voice, driving me crazy before we even begin acting.

"How will I fuck you good then?"

"You won’t be the one doing the fucking my sweet summer child," she hits my chest playfully with the tie. "I’ll be the one doing the fucking tonight."

Oh, wow.

Not able to contain myself anymore, I wrap my fingers around her neck, pulling her gently towards me and kissing her like there’s no tomorrow. If her grandparents are really as observant as she told me, they’ll notice how slightly bigger her lips would have gotten by the time she’s back inside.

I’m mid-sucking her bottom lip when a flashlight appears from nowhere, exposing us in the slightly dim space by my car. Iris flinches and pushes me away.

"Was that a camera?" She asks, looking around the dark street. Unfortunately, only the space between their house and the orchard is illuminated. The houses either have dim lights or no lights at all.

"Maybe it was lightning," I coo, pulling her into a hug, not about to lose this chance at getting a once-in-a-lifetime fuck.

"No, that was—" I stop her with a melting kiss that makes her mourn in my mouth from pleasure.

"Mhmm, Luke."

Pulling away, I peck her forehead. "I’m sure it was nothing. Let’s get back to what we were doing before your grandma decides to grace us with their presence again."

"Right," she grabs my collar and pulls me to her. "Kiss me like you’re deeply in love with me but you can’t tell me because you’re afraid to scare me away."

My heart thuds in my chest as a little panic rises. Does she know I like her?

The panic must be written all over my face because she lets out a chuckle and pats my shoulder. "Look who’s worrying now? Didn’t you say it was lightning? Are you suddenly aware that we’re in April and it rarely rains this time of the month in Zimbabwe?"

Hah. She

"No, I’m trying to picture how your character feels being in the presence of the woman he loves but not being able to tell her anything. That fucking sucks."

"Yeah, I know," she laments, looking deeply into my eyes. "It must hurt a lot for him."

If only she knew her character was like me. I’m that billionaire man fearing to confess just in case his woman disappears from him. "What do you think he should do?"

"I don’t know. But if he confesses, I know he’ll be at peace with himself knowing he finally said what’s been on his chest all this time. Who knows, his maid might actually like him more than he thinks."

"And what if he gets rejected?" I ask.

"He won’t know if he doesn’t ask. But if he does get rejected, at least he’ll have closure."

"What if his maid is the first woman to have him on his knees wanting a relationship like never before?"

"Then he’ll just have to keep on asking her out until she agrees to be his. There’s no harm in trying unless the maid becomes annoyed by him."

I pull her to me."So he has a chance with her is that what you’re saying?"

"Yes. I’m planning on writing a happy ending, but I believe even if he was a real character, he still has a chance to make her his."

Heaving a sigh for a fictional character who also happens to be me, I tip my head to the side, glancing at Iris and trying to gauge her reaction. "I’ll be honest with you. I’m like him. I have a woman I like but I fear telling her I like her will make her run away from me."

Iris’ eyes grow wide. "You do?" She asks in a low voice, searching for something on my face. "Do I know this person?"

"Yes, you know her very well," I reply, feeling myself at ease a little at the surprise on her face. She seems clueless about the fact that I like her.

Iris keeps her gaze on me, shaking her head and grabbing a fistful of my shirt. "Are you planning on confessing anytime soon?"

"I think so. After what you just said, maybe I should do it sooner than later. At the event probably," I say shrugging. I’m playing mind games here, trying to see where I stand with Iris.

She lowers her head, muttering some inaudible stuff to herself before raising it to face me, a gentle smile on her face. "I’m so happy for you right now. But this deal is still on until the day you become a taken man, then I’ll let you go."

I don’t know if I should be happy or sad to hear that, but I don’t have the time to feel anything before Iris wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a feisty hug and biting my upper lip. "You’re mine to do as I please with before you become someone else’s."

"Same goes for you darling," I retort, kissing her passionately. "Are we going to continue where we left off?"

Wrapping her hands around the back of my head, she pulls me aggressively till my ear is on her mouth. "I’m already wet for you, baby."

Fuck. Now

Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her up and make her sit on the car. "I’m gonna kiss you everywhere then take you inside the car and smother your cunt with my dick before cuming inside that pretty pussy of yours."

"That’s if I don’t rip your dick off with my tight pussy first. Bring it on Daddy, I’m all yours for the night."

"I’m warning you, I won’t stop fucking you unless something disturbs us."

"Then fuck me before some motherfucker disrupts our moment," she whispers in my ear.

But some motherfucker does disturb us.

The flashlight from before flashes at us again, and this time, I see the culprit slithering into the orchard.

"Was that a—"

"Gotcha," I say under my breath, letting go of Iris’ neck and rushing toward the darkness. But before I can even round the car, Iris grabs my hands and stops me.

"Don’t, it’s not worth your time. Although, since when did you become a celebrity?"

Morelikeaninfluencer.

"Remember that photo shoot we had a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah," Iris scrunches her brows.

"My picture and videos were posted a few days ago and they went viral."

"Oh fuck. So in a sense, we’re toast?"

"Not if those pictures aren’t posted."

Iris squeezes my hand. "Trust me, no one stalks a person in this darkness for pictures and doesn’t post them. That was the fucking paparazzi Lucas."

I glance at the orchard again. Iris is right. The chances of these pictures being posted are high, but her safety is of utmost importance.

"Maybe you should go back inside right now." Her eyes drop disappointedly but she nods anyway.

"We’ll continue this somewhere private next time," Iris mumbles, turning towards the gate before disappearing inside.

Getting into my car, I ruffle my hair in frustration. Not only do I have a fucking boner, I have to look out for pictures of Iris and I kissing outside her house whilst I grope her.

Am I in trouble now? Fuck.

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