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Chapter 71: Lucas: Event 1

Chapter 71: Lucas: Event 1

"WHEN WAS the last time we did this?" Dad chuckles, adjusting my tie.

I mirror his smile, tipping my chin up so he can use his hands more freely. We’re in my former room, a Batman cave. Black is everywhere, and so are the props, the small bat mobile, and the suit.

I can’t believe I was this obsessed with movies and cartoons only to grow up and have absolutely no time to fully watch them again.

Adulthood really does suck.

Shrugging, I turn my attention back to the man before me. "I don’t know, wasn’t it like five years ago?"

"Oh, the interview!" Dad’s eyes light up when he remembers.

I raise my brows. "Yes!"

We both laugh, Dad patting my back after he’s done with the tie. Grabbing my shoulders, he flips me around to face the mirror.

"Time flies when you’re busy. I mean, look at you, you’re already a full-grown man who’s ready to date." He chuckles once again, a playful glint masking his eyes. "Go get me a daughter-in-law and make some grandkids to help with this loneliness I feel."

"Woah, aren’t you rushing with the grandkids talk?" I look at him in the mirror, grinning when he shakes his head.

"I think I’m right on track."

Adjusting my suit, I turn around to face him, smiling. "Don’t worry, once today is over, I’ll bring you a beautiful, well-mannered daughter. I don’t know about the grandkids though. That’ll have to wait for a few more years."

"I can wait, but just not too long. My hair is turning gray every day and I don’t want to die before meeting your kids."

"You’re not going to die anytime soon Dad so please stop with the depressing talk and get in here," I outstretch my arms.

He follows the instructions and hugs me.

"Wish you all the best tonight."

"Likewise old man."

After a light hug, we break the hug and I wave at him, making my way to the car—a black G-Wagon. The first thing my eyes scan around for is the necklace, and I find it on the dashboard. Immediately snatching and tucking it in my inner breast pocket, I start the car.

Paul wanted to drive me to the event, but I told him to rest. I’m planning on going all out today, and even if it means I have to cringe at times, then so be it. I have waited long enough for this day, might as well be a little cliché.

Checking the time, I step on the accelerator. 7 PM. Just enough time for me to pick Iris up and drive to the venue.

The event starts in an hour and thirty minutes and if Iris is already done with her preparations, then we might be the first couple to arrive.

★★★★★

I arrive in twenty minutes as planned at Iris’. The flood light is on again, illuminating the streets and reminding me of the dire tasks awaiting me after tonight—clearing mine and Adder’s names.

Although that’ll have to wait for now.

Knocking on the gate, I’m immediately met with Grandma’s voice telling me to wait. The next thing I know, she’s grinning at me and gesturing for me to enter.

"Iris will be done in a second. Please wait for her while she finishes," her voice changes to that of a saleswoman who wants her clients to spend all the money in their account.

I nod at her, face lighting up at the joy on hers. "Evening Grandma."

"Oh, forgive my manners. I’m too excited for Iris. How are you, Lucas?"

I’m about to reply when the French doors are opened wide before the curtains follow, to reveal Iris in the most alluring red dress I’ve ever seen a woman in.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a woman dressed elegantly and looking beautiful, but Iris is a whole new sight. Maybe it’s because I like her, but damnit she is a goddess.

Her skin is glistening as if she put glitter all over it. However, the first thing that grabs my attention is the shiny deep V-neck that has been filled with rhinestones. I’ve seen her naked boobs before, large and squishy, but something about the cleavage slightly showing on the edges of the V-neck is driving me crazy.

I swallow, blinking as my eyes trudge down her body. The dress is clasping her every curve, the booming hips, the round ass, and the boobs. I don’t know if it’s the red, but she looks like a Christmas present ready for me to unwrap—especially the flowery thing on one of her arms.

Gulping loudly this time, I take one tiny step forward. She’s so divine, that I’ve lost my confidence to walk up to her and ask for her hand.

"Y-you look gorgeous," I manage to let out, frozen on the spot as my eyes keep scanning her body.

"You too. You look deadly handsome."

I raise my head to face her, only to regret it the moment our eyes meet. My pants bulge and my mouth goes dry. Sexy, divine, powerful, and independent. I can’t describe what traits she possesses because all of them seem to match her right now.

She’s a fucking goddess damnit and as if to prove that, the world around me goes blank and she’s the only person I see. The only sound to accompany that is my raging heartbeat, and my sweaty palms for sensation.

I don’t remember the last time I genuinely felt like this without the prospect of sex. This is love, pure emotion drawing me to Iris without the need for any external drive or invite.

I want her in my life. I want her to be mine.

Fuck, I’m in too deep before we’ve even started swimming in love.

Mustering all the courage in me, I slowly close the distance between us, the world around me finally coming into view. Grandma and her husband are standing on the sidelines and watching us. Their eyes on me are making the anxiety inside double over, and I suddenly feel like my hands are too long for my body.

Even my walk feels more disoriented than before. Am I walking straight? Is my hair okay? What are they thinking? I can’t seem to wrap my head around it all.

And yet, every time I make contact with those gray hues, I feel calm as if they’re telling me not to worry. Iris has a gentle smile on her face, the kind I’ve only seen her pull when she’s reading a romance book she loves back when we used to live together.

"Ready?" I ask, arching up a brow. My voice comes out shaky and hoarse than I intended. I have to clear my throat which suddenly feels like it’s being choked.

Iris nods. "Yes."

Raising my hand before her, I wait for her to take it, before gently guiding her down the stairs, helping her raise her dress whenever she takes a step towards me.

A whiff of air blows from her direction carrying her rose scent and filling my nose with it. I inhale, picturing a red rose every time the scent fills my nose. At this point I am but a pervert. Everything about Iris is making my dick twitch involuntarily. I can only imagine how I’ll get by tonight whilst sitting next to her.

It’s going to be fucking torture.

When we reach the car, I slowly drop the hem of her dress, rushing ahead so I can open the door for her. Grabbing her hand, I assist her with getting inside the car, all whilst her grandparents watch. Once she’s seated comfortably, I turn my attention to her grandparents.

"Make sure she has a good day," Grandpa commands with a stern look on his face, a stark contrast to his wife’s who’s smiling delightfully at me and waving at Iris.

"I will," I reply, waving back at Grandma as I round the car and get inside.

"Are you sitting comfortably," I ask Iris, adjusting myself so I put her seat belt on her.

"Yeah," Iris replies in a low sweet voice, or it might as well all be in my head.

I clip her belt in, returning to my seat when I notice her shaved leg protruding from the vent on her gown. Like she said, she’s looking comfortable, but now I’m not.

Why you may ask?

Because I’m a fucking pervert. Just the sight of her thigh has my dick towering in my pants, about to rip my zipper off and pop out.

"Did you forget something?" Iris tips her head to look me in the face, making mine burn in retort. She looks so good in makeup. Looking at those gray eyes feels like sinning for some reason.

"No. You’re just too beautiful and it’s distracting me," I manage to blurt out, turning the engine on.

Iris’ face turns beet red and that somehow comforts me.

"Brace yourself, princess, I’m about to drive."

"You’ve got it, Daddy."

I choke on the air.

"Iris."

"Yes, Luke."

Damnit, I feel like choking again.

"Please refrain from calling me Daddy tonight. I’m at my limit."

A victorious smirk plays on her lips. "Help me stop because my mouth is running on its own."

My eyes land on her lips as she says it, my mouth craving to clash with hers in an instant.

"Keep saying it and see what happens," i all I manage to say before driving out of her street.

I was worried about nothing about today going wrong. It’s going to be fun. I can feel it in my bones.

★★★★★

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