It had been two months since he had bent me over in the boardroom.
Two months since he pushed his massive cock inside of me and made me cum from his incredible fingers.
Two months since I'd kissed his mouth and wanted to beg for more.
I checked my phone, noticing it was finally five pm. Lucas had been a typical fuckboy and ignored me after I declined dinner with him, instead giving instructions without eye contact, constantly having loud phone calls whilst I tried not to stare at him through the glass door. He dismissed me at five PM every day, and had even had his receptionist book me a hotel for my typist training the following week.
I needed to 'brush up' apparently.
I pulled my coat on as I heard his door open, noticing an older man walking out before him. The older man nodded at me, before heading to the elevator. He was also handsome, but definitely older. I buttoned up my coat as I read my text messages, groaning when I saw a text from some douche I'd been seeing a while back.
"Dick," I muttered, sliding the phone back into my pocket.
"Alice. Come to dinner with me," I lifted my eyes to see Lucas leaning against the doorway watching me carefully. His hair was falling into his eyes, his light eyes scanning me as I swallowed. I regretted declining last time, but I hadn't wanted to appear easy. "I have to fly to Italy tomorrow," he murmured as I nodded without thinking. My heart was racing at the thought of him not being around, let alone being so far away.
"Oh, lucky you," I smiled brightly as we stepped into the elevator together. He leaned past me to tap the ground floor button, his aftershave making me suck my breath in sharply. He arched a brow at me in amusement.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course," I chuckled, as the elevator stopped two levels below. A group of people walked in, giving us curious looks as I felt an arm sneak around my waist. I glanced up to see Lucas wink at me, before moving his hand to my ass.
So that's what he wanted.
"Oh I see," I rolled my eyes as the lift announced that we had reached the ground floor. He frowned at me, and I shrugged his hand away.
"Good evening, Mr Deacon," smiled a girl sweetly as she walked by, swinging her hips as he smiled politely. I felt a stab of jealousy as I narrowed my eyes at her, before I heard him chuckle next to him.
"You're the only woman I've ever fucked in the boardroom," he whispered softly, his lips making me shiver as they grazed my ear.
"Hmm, why don't I believe you?"
"Because you are insecure. Fuck knows why, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said softly as we walked outside the building and into his waiting car.
My heart pounded as I shook myself mentally. Why would he say that Alice?
"You just want to fuck again," I drawled, leaning back against the cool leather of the car seat. I closed my eyes for a second as I felt his hand slide under my chin.
"Oh, I'll be fucking you again. No doubt. I've decided something," he declared, kissing me lightly on the lips. I pulled him back to me as I deepened the kiss, feeling him groan against me.
"Just get it out of your system if that's what you've decided. I quite liked fucking you," I whispered, before sliding onto his lap. We kissed softly, but he made no move to touch me in that way.
"Caro, I can't lie to you. I want you for myself," he mumbled against me, as my heart soared, the butterflies in my stomach going wild.
"So have me," I shrugged, beginning to unbutton his shirt when he stopped me, his hands holding mine.
"I want you to be mine."
Our eyes met then, and I let out a laugh.
"Like a car? You want to own me? Come on Lucas, I'm not the settling type..." I sighed, as he stroked my cheek softly.
"One could never own you, Alice. I thought if we fucked, it would go away. But it hasn't."
"What hasn't?" I asked, the ringing on my ears making me almost deaf to his next words.
"The feeling I have whenever I'm not with you. I hate the way men look at you. It makes me want to kill the bastards."
I looked at him then, and I felt myself begin to panic. If I allowed myself to fall, I knew it would be hard, and deep. But I knew he was dangerous, and I also knew being in his world would make me a potential target. Worse yet; my family.
"My Uncle wants me to meet a girl from the old country," he said quietly, as I felt my insides turn to ice.
"What? Why?" I demanded, my voice shrill as he looked at me sadly.
"Business. Tradition. I'm getting old now, I have to settle down. But I still want you."
I stared at him in disbelief, as he sighed.
"If you were my wife-"
"Lucas, wife? What the fuck-"
"You'd be a target. If you were my mistress...," his words trailed off as I moved from his lap, my eyes wide.
"Your mistress?" I spat, as he shot me a warning look. "Whilst you impregnate your wife and whatever whores you get to sample, I'd be left alone unless you wanted a fuck. Right? No relationship for me,"
His eyes flashed at me angrily as he turned to me.
"This isn't easy for me either."
I sat back in silence as I tried to fight the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks.
"Hey," he murmured, stroking my fingers softly with his, "you didn't want a relationship. I'm just giving you an option. You don't have to take it."
I couldn't understand why I was so...furious. I wanted to scream at him to not go to Italy, to refuse to abide with tradition. Why though? What was the alternative?
"So you have to marry?" I asked quietly, as he lifted my hand to his lips.
"Yes. It's just a legality. The business has to be left to me and my wife, according to my Fathers will. So I need to-"
"Marry me," I said before I could think, his eyes widening as he began to chuckle.
"Alice... being a wife of someone like me is more than a marriage as you have here in America. It's a business arrangement. The girls back home are trained in the ways of our business-"
"Fine. So take me home."
He narrowed his eyes then as he grabbed my hand.
"No. I won't. I'm taking you for dinner, then I'm taking you to my house. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then after I've slept with you in my arms, I will take you home."
I stared at him, stunned.
'Before you choose a wife," I snapped bitterly, my anger and jealousy building up within me.
"You're the only woman to ever capture my attention the way you have. I'd rather let all my men fuck my wife than do so much as look at you," be breathed, making me want to weep. Why did I feel so strongly about him?
"One night. Then I never want to see you again," I whispered, my heart breaking as his eyes filled with sadness.
"Please, Alice, just consider it-"
I shook my head, before turning to him brightly.
"We've got tonight. Then we go our separate ways. It's for the best. I'm no ones mistress, Lucas. You will be someone's husband,"
The car pulled up beside a restaurant as I smiled sadly.
"I don't do commitment; even an affair is too big a commitment to me," I joked, trying to avoid his intense gaze. He didn't respond as he exited the car, holding his hand out to help me. We stood in front of one another, as he gazed at me deeply.
"Me too, doll. Me too. My marriage will be a business arrangement. Let's go eat."
I tried to focus as we walked up to the restaurant hand in hand, greeted immediately by an Italian waiter.
There was only one other person in the world that understood this business like Lucas.