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Chapter 86: Lucas: Mafia boss

Chapter 86: Lucas: Mafia boss

I KISS Iris’ neck, doing my best to comfort her. She’s sleeping on the sofa with her head on my lap as I run my fingers through her dark fluffy hair. Since waking up we haven’t tried taking a bath, even when my Dad and Bella left a while ago, we remained seated.

It’s a bit ironic how Iris is sulking and almost teary-eyed for someone who was on board with the idea of me and Bella working together. Especially since I could feel the tension between the two every time they looked at each other. I thought for sure she would try and stop whatever my Dad and Bella were trying to do, but she surprised me either way.

You think you know a person.

What I can’t believe more is my Dad. From the looks of it, he’s the one who orchestrated the entire thing, from joining forces with Bella to convincing Iris this was the best decision to boot, it all smells fishy in a sense that can only be led by him.

If only I wasn’t in my honeymoon phase with Iris, maybe I’d have objected to this deal but fuck, she looked too cute asking me to assist my Dad and his idea.

And the idea?

They said since I was in my prime because of the sudden burst in popularity l, i needed a mentor who could make me flourish and ride on that fame to make the magazine a success.

Yes, my old man had told Bella about me moving to the upper offices by month—end and how I had sworn to never move if the magazine doesn’t make it to number one. Thanks to the low sales crisis we suffered last month, and the constant pushes he was getting from the board of directors about the vice presidency role, Dad got fed up.

Now I’m getting the loose end of it all and it’s not looking pretty. I mean, I have two weeks to make my lifelong dream a reality with the help of my ex-friend with benefits who seems to have a bad relationship with my first-ever girlfriend.

Tell me another recipe for disaster with a capital D that’s better than mine.

"Stop groaning like that Iris. You said I should go ahead and accept Bella as my coach and I tried to object but you said it’s okay. Now look at you sulking."

"That’s because your Dad was there," Iris says in a low sulky voice. "Does he know the relationship you and Bella share?"

Oh. "No, he doesn’t."

"See? Imagine if he were to find that out from me after I throw a dramatic tantrum for you two not to work together. You would get hit the hardest by the penalty that comes from whatever he decides to do next."

I pause running my fingers in her hair. "So you were worried about me?"

Silence.

"Iris?"

She shuffles on my lap, turning her head so she can look at me. "What do you think?" Her eyes glisten as she stares at me with this understanding expression as if she’s at the deepest parts of my mind and reading it.

I rub her cheek, leaning so I can kiss it. "That you were worried about me."

"You know me so well," she mocks, smiling when I kiss her on the lips this time.

"Of course I do. I’m your boyfriend."

She giggles a little, "And as my boyfriend, I think you’ll love what I’m about to tell you next."

"What is it," I fake my curiosity, leaning in so she can say whatever she wants to tell me in my ear.

"I need help writing."

She doesn’t need to whisper in my ear again before I have her on my shoulder and we’re both heading for the stairs. Like every time I lead us to my room knowing we’re about to do it, I take the stairs two at a time. In no time I’m in my room.

From the looks of it, Tim already cleaned it. Everything is in its proper place and it smells fresher than the Hawaiian ocean in here.

Thanking him silently, I throw Iris on the bed, smirking when she tries to wriggle herself away from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I ask clasping her hips and pulling her ass to my face before taking a bite and leaving a large hickey on it. For the first time since I’ve known her, she lets out a hiccup.

It sounds so cute, I have no other option but to bite her ass again.

"Stop," Iris cries after another hiccup. "I was supposed to be the one punishing you."

That grabs my attention. "How do you plan on punishing me?"

A devilish smirk I last saw on her last month does a sudden comeback and I immediately know I’m fucked. "Remember that night in this room when we made a bet and you said you would never read smutty books because they make you embarrassed?"

What is she—oh!

"I can see you just remembered. Well, details don’t matter, what matters is what you said."

"What did I say?" I can feel the shiver of both anticipation and fear run down my body at her smirking. I don’t know what she’s thinking but it doesn’t look good no matter what I try to imagine.

"You said if you failed the bet and started reading them I could ask for any wish from you, anything at all. I almost used it last night but since I didn’t, it still stands so I’m gonna have to use it now."

"Wait. Who told you I’m reading smut?"

It can’t be. I’ve hidden those books so well even Tim couldn’t find them if he tried.

"Firstly, I saw you hide them last night when they almost fell whilst you were taking out your pajamas for me to wear."

I open my mouth to speak but she hushes me in an instant. "I’d never mistaken those gems even if I was a kilometer away honey. I have them even in hardcover so you can’t deny my claims unless you want us to open your closet again?"

No objections there.

"Secondly, I saw your account in my NovelFires comment section. Honestly, who uses their real name on an account when they don’t want to be found out?"

No objections there either.

"So, what do you want?"

Iris claps her hands gleefully, catwalking her way until she’s sitting on my lap and jabbing at my chest. "Take everything you have on off and sit on that chair. I’m going to punish you so bad you’ll be begging to fuck me."

I gulp, an erection already building in my pants in expectation of what’s about to unfold. "Isn’t that a bit too harsh?"

She shakes her head, leaning so she can bite my ear. "Consider it role play my dear. Today, I’m the fucking mafia boss who’s punishing a bad boy."

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