Freya
His body is bloodied. He motions for me to enter, I shake my head. Turning back to the men behind me.
“Give me just a moment to make sure he is ready for you.”
They nod and I slip inside his office shutting the door behind me so his business partners don’t see what I’ve just walked in on.
“I understand that, but the next time they decide to play hide and seek with my money, I’ll rid them of more than just their heads.”
I set down my things at his desk, going to his closet as he remains on the phone. Grabbing him a fresh set of clothes and a wash rag when I return he is still in his soiled clothes and not happy with whomever he is speaking to. He is a terrifying man. But at this point he knows that I know what is best.
Without asking him I pull off his designer suit coat that will need to be properly cleaned. He remains where he is not protesting as I pull off his blood-soaked tie. “Well then, I suggest you fix it, or I will.” With that he hangs up. “Good morning Freya.”
I snicker, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. “Good morning? You have sixteen business partners out there that are on the legal side of business.” I untuck his bloodied shirt. “The least you could have done was waited until the meeting was over before going on a rampage.” He doesn’t bother helping to undress himself but takes the rag and wipes the blood off his face and hands. “Now your meeting will be delayed which will push your entire day back and honestly I’m sick of it.”
He chuckles as I pull his shirt off him. “I had to take care of it. You know that I don’t tolerate that kind of disrespect.”
I shake my head, grabbing his belt. “Well, you should have waited.”
He shrugs. Cleaning off his chest as I release his belt. His entire suit is ruined. “Take off your pants, I forgot to grab a new pair of shoes.”
I walk away going to his closet to find a matching pair of shoes. When I exit with them he is standing there with just his socks on. I forget sometimes that he doesn’t ware underwear, and being the type of man that he is, he has no qualms about showing off his body.
“Dammit Lucien no one wants to see that.”
“Please, lots of women do.”
“Not this one, put on some damn pants.”
He laughs but does as I tell him. I inspect his body to be sure the blood splatter is gone before putting on his dark blue shirt. “You know I hate this one.”
I shrug. “Well good boys get to ware white shirts.”
He laughs again. “Funny.”
He does his own buttons tucking it in I hand him his belt. “Yes, I’m absolutely hilarious.”
“Damn you are feisty today.”
I turn to look at him. He laughs again. “And you’re an ass.” I hold up the tie options, he goes to grab one and I smack his hand. “No this one looks better.”
He doesn’t fight me, leaning down so I can pull it around his neck. Standing back as I tie it, he fixes his cuff links. I fix his collar, grabbing his coat, he helps me pull it on. I fix his coat collar as well as the buttons it.
“Better?”
I look up at him. Shaking my head I find the rag, he’s a good foot taller than me, so I push him a bit to get him to sit. Wiping the blood out of his hair. “The least you could do when you fillet someone is cover up. You are covered in blood.”
I can’t see his face. But he chuckles. “There is no fun in that.”
I grunt, cleaning what he missed I pull away. “Now better.”
He smiles. “Thank you Freya.”
“Your welcome Sir.” I gather his clothes and toss them down the shoot. Making certain I have no blood on me I return to his office. When I return he is fidgeting with his tie. “Stop it. The blue brings out your eyes and makes your look less heartless.”
He glances over at me, before getting a smirk. “Yes ma’am.”
“Whose feisty now?”
“Always.”
I grab my things back off his desk. Giving him the agenda, I go to the door and allow his partners to enter. Finding my seat once they are all settled. I listen and makes notes as they go over pieces of information that few are privy to. Typing up what he’ll find important until they break for lunch. The men leave and Brendan brings him his lunch while I stay at my desk and begin going over his schedule for the week. When he clears his throat I look up thinking I’ve lost track of time. The men have not returned so I look over at him.
“What?”
“Aren’t you eating?”
“I’ll eat later.”
“Well my very sweet assistant informed me that I’ll be behind in meetings all day. So it will be late by the time you get something to eat.”
“I’m fine.”
“None of that.”
He leans over pressing a button on his phone. “Brendan bring miss Lance something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Well, I’m the boss, so you’ll eat.”
Brendan is swift at bringing me a meal, I thank him but glare at Lucien. “I’m really not hungry.”
“Eat it, or I’ll make you.”
“Fine but I won’t like it.”
He laughs again and returns to his food.
Brendan is amazing chef. But I don’t let on about it. Rarely do I eat three meals a day. Lucien is one of the most fast paced men I have ever known. Always on the go, and it’s my job to make sure he takes a moment to eat. But no one is there to remind me to the same. Except for him. Little shit.
“Sir.” I don’t bother looking up. “Dom Fredrick called back. He stated he would like to renegotiate and would like a meeting with you.”
“I knew he would. Freya.”
I glance up at Damon. “How long?”
“Two hours?”
“You have an opening for an hour thirty on Saturday. But that is all for this next two weeks.”
“Book it. Tell him to be quick about it.”
“Yes sir.”
Damon leaves. I don’t mind being Lucien’s assistant, but I am glad to not have Damon’s job. He is the one who has to deal with the clients, I am fortunate to only have to deal directly with Lucien.
The meeting begins again and ends behind. His next three are with local investors and his last one of the day is with one of his long term allies. He makes my stomach turn. But that is not my place. When he leaves I lock the door behind him. Lucien is already trying to pull off his tie.
“Your first meeting tomorrow is at eight.”
“Your killing me.”
I shrug. “You’re the one that is taking on the Dargar files. You know you could have passed that on to someone else.”
“No.” He leans back. “You’ll learn that there are somethings that only I touch.”
I squint my eyes at him. “Was that a sex joke?”
He looks at me before getting a sly smile. “Can’t get anything past you can I.” He pulls himself up to standing. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
He grabs his things before taking his personal elevator to his suite on the top floor. I ensure that everything is put away before leaving his office. Making my way to the house staff floor to my room. It is reasonably sized with it’s own bath so I can’t complain. Certainly safer than being outside of the compound like I was before.
I climb into bed while I finish his schedule. After a few hours my eyes feel like they are going to fall out from trying to arrange it all. I stop and curl up, ready for the deepness of sleep to take over when my phone dings.
You sleeping yet?
No
I need you.
You need sleep.
Ten minutes.
Fucking hell. That man is like an overly size child. But he is a good man. I’ve known many men with power like him, and none of them are like him. Then again, I’ve never seen the side that makes others fear him. I know it’s there. I’ve seen enough blood on him and when he isn’t waring a shirt he is covered in scars. He doesn’t send others to do his dirty work.
I climb out of my bed. He never asks for me at night. So it must be important, but still what a little shit. Pulling on something less revealing I don’t even bother pulling my hair back. Going to his elevator on the first floor I take it up to his suite. When I enter it is dimly lit.
“Lucien?”
“Back here.” I follow his voice, finding him in his kitchen staring at files scattered along the counter.
“What is all of this?”
“Remember the no touching thing?”
I nod. Sitting on a stool. “Yeah.”
“Well this is one of those things.”
I quirk a brow, looking at the files. They are all names I recognize. “Okay?” He smells like whiskey. “So why am I here?”
“I need your help. I think, one of them, or more. Are trying to sabotage me.”
“Luce, how much have you had to drink.”
“This is not alcohol induced. I’ve been, feeling it for months.”
I roll my eyes grabbing a few of them. Most of them are partners in trade. “What the fuck is this?”
It’s my file. I toss it at him. “Well, obviously I have to look at those closest to me.” He looks up at me. “Holy fuck.”
I jump looking back. “What?”
“Have you always been that hot?”
I look back at him. “What?”
“You, your all.” He waves his hand, to motion to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything other than those damn pant suits with your hair all tied up.” He cocks his head. “Where did that ass come from?”
“Lucien, pay attention.” He stops ogling looking up at me. “You think one of your closest allies is sabotaging you? Why?”
He is quite drunk. “I look at the books quarterly. And I’ve noticed a trend. Thought nothing of it, the flux and inflow of things varies. But this trend is consistent, and it’s costing a pretty penny. I don’t like being betrayed Freya.” My stomach knots. “There’s a snake in my house. And I need to kill it before it causes more problems.” As he speaks he gets closer to me, practically breathing down my throat when he stops. He is looking in my eyes but after a few seconds he looks down. “Jesus, how have you been hiding these fucking tits.” He reaches out and I smack his hands away.
“Okay, that’s enough. Go to bed.”
“Seriously Freya.” He reaches his hands out again, I push him back.
“Go . . . to . . . sleep.”
He holds his chest. “Ouch. I’m wounded. Any other women.”
I shake my head. “I’m not any other women Lucy.” I push him back. “Go to sleep. I’ll move some things around. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
He growls at me. “Lucy?”
“You started it. Not another word about my ass, or my tits, or I’ll punch you in the dick.” I climb off the stool. “Good night.”
