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I let out a sigh and turned off the shower. I put on the robe without wearing anything underneath, then allowed myself to collapse on the bed.

I stayed celibate for two years, save for casual masturbating sessions. Now, he just had to kiss me and touch me, reminding my body that it was woman enough to desire being held. I bit my lower lip and reached for my pussy, gently caressing my love bean.

Circular solid motions kept me close to the edge, imagining him being the one to take the reins of my pleasure. My breathing labored, and I continued to pleasure myself like it was nothing. It wasn't enough. His aggressive gaze, as I turned him down, made me burn. I'm sure he would have gone harder if Kate didn't come into the room when she did.

"Fuck…" I groaned as I clung to the sheets while going faster.

To think this man single handedly had me like this when no one else could.

"Does he know?" Kate's question came back to haunt me. "About what you used to be?"

I stopped. My fingers were soaked.

Chapter eight

It's Never Easy Playing Defense

Olivia

When I woke up the next day, I was told that Lucas had already left for work. James insisted that I had breakfast before leaving, so I made my way to the dining table after my morning shower. It felt strange; it had been years since I had worn the same outfit from the previous day into the next morning. I only did that after sleeping at hotels or other people's houses.

"I'm glad I left that life behind," I said with a sigh.

The breakfast was a toast omelet, and the coffee was exquisite. Just a sip, and I felt energized for the day.

"Is it to your liking," the butler asked.

"Yes, it is, thank you…uh.."

"Sebastian," he answered.

"I'm Olivia," I introduced myself. "Thank you for the breakfast."

"It's nothing. Anyone that Master Lucas praises deserves the best," he said.

"He really doesn't praise anyone?" I asked, still in disbelief.

"Believe me, I've known him since he was a child; the last time he spoke highly of someone was when he was asked to compliment a teacher," he explained with a hearty chuckle.

The man seemed like a father talking about his son. Left for me, he seemed like a better father figure for the children I met last night.

"Good morning, Sebastian," Helena greeted as she made her way to her seat. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

She was wearing only a T-shirt. As she stretched, it revealed the shorts she was wearing underneath.

"You're still here?" she asked when she noticed me.

"Good morning," I greeted. "Yes I am. And thank you for the robe last night. I was informed that you gave it to me."

Her eyes lowered to my cleavage, and she adjusted her shirt. "At least you could wear it without difficulty."

I think she was pointing to the fact that my breasts were bigger than hers, but I chose to ignore it.

"Do you have the day off?" she asked.

"No," I responded, picking up my phone and checking the time. "But I'll be late."

"Hopefully, he won't punish you," she snickered.

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