Page 3 of Nidev and Lyric

The expected knock on his door flung all his pieces into a mental wall as he made his way to the entrance, gathering himself until his mind was a rigid, impenetrable fortress.

He opened the door, bracing for the onslaught of temptations.

“Mr. Nidev!”

Lyric’s joy bomb obliterated the usual lust storm as she flew past him into his apartment. As he shut it, that lust countered the attack and captured her scent.

He stood for many seconds as the two forces within him clashed. It left him with two options. Send her out immediately or double down in the fight.

He chose to fight.

A KING’S FALL

Nidev glanced back at her, getting hit with another assault. He’d forgotten how beautiful she was. Her attire was always respectful, but that definition, filtered through the lust, took a very nasty turn. Fitted blue jeans hugged her voluptuous shape and that tucked in black satin blouse was just loose enough to showcase more voluptuous perfection. The black heeled boots made this more than just a mistake, it was a fatal error.

He shoved these burning revelations into the mental cage he’d built for public warfare. All the lusty offspring his monster produced were put there with the promise of dealing with them later. He wasn’t sure yet if this appeasement was also feeding them—that remained to be learned.

“Long time no see! You look great as usual, but don’t you always?”

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, as she launched into her usual updates while his lust filter dissected and translated at a frenzied pace. Nidev realized that by allowing this odd filter to operate, he could use it as an informant. Not for the females but for his enemy. By allowing it to have its way on a leash, he gained insight into saidways.As she went on in great exuberance, the filter broke off into layers. Her smell. The silky sounds in her voice. The taste of her words. The meaning of her body language. And a final filter for her gift.

“And that’s about it.” She clasped her perfectly manicured hands before her, capping her month-long dissertation with one of her signature smiles. The one she poured all her heart andsoul into. He’d always liked it but now he was officially fighting a hostile obsession with it.

“And what have you been up to?” she asked. “Working on your moon tanning? I can see you’re still working out.”

Nidev rose from the couch, needing to put distance between them when the filters compiled and gave him a final read out on his star student. Her lust levels were maxed out. All filters read her at one hundred percent aroused and turned on. “Would you care for something to drink?” he asked at the fridge, certain that read out was wrong.

“Sure, I’ll take a water.”

He grabbed two and made his way back, handing her one. As far as he could remember, Lyric was just being Lyric. But then… how would he know if he’d deliberately kept all such signs tuned out so as not to be distracted. And if she’d always behaved this way, what did that mean? She’d been lusting for him for over four years?

Fucking nonsense.

This was her natural exuberance, her passion for life and joy. Which meant the filter was counting all forms of lust, including the one for living.

He needed to somehow test that.

“So, seriously, how are you?” she demanded again, digging through her leather satchel, and whipping out a paper. “There’s alotof rumors going round,” she sang, eyeing him with a smile that got labeled as seductive.No,he countered.Sweet.

She crossed the distance and handed it to him. “Guess who drew that?”

His gaze quickly gulped down the tanned silk peeking through the top of her black satin blouse before he looked at the penciled drawing. “Uhhh, a resurrected Picasso?”

“Right?” she giggled. “Julian did it. He wanted you to have it. I may brag about you,” she whispered, the scent of herperfume coupled with her whisper feeding every demon inside him.

She laughed as she returned to the chair, too far away and not far enough. She’d mentioned rumors. It was another reason for the meeting. The students weren’t stupid and he needed to knowexactlywhat they knew or thought they knew.

But first he wanted to address what she hid in her soft mocha eyes. His gifts were all over it. “Maybe tell me about the shadows you’re hiding behind that blinding light in your eyes.”

She went suddenly serious then covered her face and flopped back onto the chair. The little sound of defeat in her throat brought a celebration to his cock, as if it counted it as a point. If this lust got off to these kinds of victories, he’d be in a real fix since conquering all challenges was his prime passion.

“It’s about Julian.”

A spark of concern entered the playing field. “Is he okay?”

“I’m just worried about him.” She looked down at her hands as the terrors of their reality bled through her words. “They closed all the schools and Bob lost his job.”

He sensed she had a question. “Ask me what you need from me. You know I will always help you if it’s in my power to.”

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