Page 116 of Lucky In Love

“I don’t want to talk, I just want to get out of here, and go home.” Julian hasn’t taken his eyes off of me.

“You really don’t like me.”

“Finally!” I say holding his attention.

“You don’t like me because of a title. A title you think I took from you.” He shakes his head and takes a swig of the bottle. I don’t say anything when he turns the bottle up against his lips, again. This time he caps the bottle and sits it on the ground. “A title,” he says again looking at me. “You know my father taught me to respect women, but to make sure that they don’t disrespect me. I thought I understood it back then, but I really understand it now.” He says this like I’ve been the woman disrespecting him. I’ve been the woman trying to avoid him, because as much as I want to dislike this man, he’s tearing down my barrier that I built only for him. I just want him to shut up. The proximity has already affected me pairing it with his voice sends vibrations straight to my spot.

“Julian?”

“Enya.

There are no words to describe the ache that I felt when my name rolled from this man’s lips. The attraction is there, but I don’t want it to be.

“Please be quiet.” I gain composure to ask him. He nods, as he reaches out and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. Finding restraint not to lick my bottom lip is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Julian doesn’t speak for the duration of our lock-in. He does continue to eye-fuck me, which is probably worse. I finally stand to check the door after two hours of being locked in. Julian has now changed positions, and is sitting hunched over holding his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m aloud to speak now?”

“I asked you to be quiet for your sake.”

“Ah okay, Julian close your mouth it’s for you. How does that even make sense?”

“Never mind I asked.”

“I’m good, Enya. Thank you for your concern,” he says like he’s annoyed, now. I laugh because this was me about an hour ago.

“You don’t get to be annoyed Julian.” Still hunched over Julian lifts his head from his hands to glare and me. “You inserted yourself in this situation, and now your annoyed. I asked and told you to leave. So, you don’t get to be annoyed, Furey, not even a little.” There is a shift of energy in the room. Julian stands from the chair and in one step Julian, and I stand face to face. There’s no place for me to go as Julian has me cornered with both hands on either side of me. Julian is so close I can smell the bourbon on his lips, and the scent of his woodsy cologne. It’s interfering my judgment because in this moment I want what this is. I don’t like this man, but I want whatever this is right now. Julian eyes drops to my lips, and slowly he looks back up at me. I can feel Julian’s breath fan across my face, it’s heavy and controlled. He’s trying to control himself. Julian presses his body against mine, feeling how affected he is I duck from under one of his arms freeing myself from him. Julian grabs my arm and pulls me against his body, backing me into the wall again. “Enya,” he says against my lips.

“How did we get here Julian?” I whisper before he presses his lips against mine. The kiss is soft, but he pulls away; looking into my eyes he smiles and presses his lips against mine, again. This kiss is intense as Julian strokes his tongue in and out of my mouth. I can’t catch my breath when Julian bends to pick me up, cupping my ass as he pins me between the wall and his hard body. Wrapping my legs around Julian’s waist he braces himself on the wall as he grinds against me. Julian hands explore my body while kissing my neck. He lifts my blouse exposing my stomach.

“Take if off. He says holding me by the waist. I waste no time pulling my blouse over my head. Julian smiles before dipping his head to lay a kiss above my demi cup bra. My breast spills over the top when Julian pulls my bra down. He takes my nipple into his mouth causing my body to heat up. Julian rolls my other nipple between his fingers turning me into a hot mess. My body wants more but my mind is screaming this can’t happen. Julian’s hand has reached my neck, with his fingers partially spread across my throat and one finger rubbing my bottom lip he adds pressure as he bites down on my nipple.

“Julian, please.”

“Please what, Enya? Tell me,” he says.

I can’t tell him because I have mixed feelings, but I also want Julian to take the lead. I want what he wants in this moment. It’s like he knows my thoughts. Julian unfastens my jeans and pulls them off of me in seconds. I’m against a wall with only underwear between Julian and I. That doesn’t last long because Julian has snatched my panties off of me. I’m sure they’re torn. “I’ll replace them,” he says in a husky tone. Julian carries me from the wall position we were in to the chair. “Sit back,” Julian says as he tilts the chair.

“Julian?”

“Sit back, I got you.”

I do as he says and sit back. Julian kneels as he has the chair tilted. “Spread your legs and hold on.”

“Hold on to what Julian?”

“My head.”

About the Author

Thank you for reading.

Fortunately Unfortunate Love will continue as a novella. Enya and Julian have obstacles to overcome, and decisions to make. Can love outweigh career? Pick up where they left off in Not Sure Yet, an enemy to lovers love story.

O.Y. Flemming is a Chicagoan who lives… Yes, lives her city. Chicago is partly why she writes. The city gives her stories life as she incorporates her creativity into each novel. Her love for books started at an early age, but as an adult she was re-introduced to reading again and found a love for storytelling. Her style of writing is filled with intriguing storylines, and classy acts of sexiness where even an open book has hidden messages.

In O.Y.’s downtime she loves blending different coffee together creating the perfect coffee hybrid. When she’s not sleeping; procrastinating; or obsessing over home décor, she’s reading. Creating a thrilling story is what drives her to write. Each chapter’s ending leaves you wanting another.

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