Page 5 of Dr. Damaged Protector

I pulled out, both of us releasing on the other. I was panting but not exhausted. Her throbbing labia and quivering body seemed to only arouse me once more.

"Easy, big boy," she said as she sighed. "You'll have to wait a bit."

"Sure…" I smirked deviously before kissing her neck again.

*****

The night was long filled with passion, desire, and satisfaction. Never before had I slept so peacefully When I awoke, she wasn't there, but had left me a card.

Thank you for giving me hope that I can change.

Also, thank you for the beautiful night.

Hopefully, this won't be a disappearing act.

There was a kiss print at the base of the letter, and it brought a smile to my face.

"A disappearing act, huh?" I chuckled dryly. "You didn't even leave a number. Heck, I don't know your name."

What a cliche way to start a story.

Chapter two

She Returns

Lucas

Two years later…

I spent that long navigating Chicago, Texas, and other states. At one time, I was in London for four months.

I know it seems like you can't escape your current situation, but you will. You just have to face the problem head-on without backing down.

I never did find that woman again, and my heart ached for her. For two years, I had spent it living on opposite sides of the world. I left Richmond to get away from my parents. I toured the country and parts of the world, conquering everywhere I went.

Yet, my hometown was left untouched.

I didn’t fear them anymore. Touring the States had connected me to various people, giving me access to information that would keep me at the upper hand if my parents were ever to act distastefully. If they were to see me and my siblings as nothing but tools, there was nothing wrong with using them as one. I smirked at the thought as I brought a cup of coffee to my lips.

“Master Lucas,” Sebastian, father’s head butler, called. “You have that evil smile on your face again.”

“Oh my,” I tried to correct my face, but it remained the same. “How are you doing these days, Sebastian?”

“Much better, now that you’re here,” he replied without batting an eyelid, “I’m not a fan of your father, but the pay settles my daughter’s college bills and the house’s mortgage.”

“Mortgage, you say?” I put down the cup on the saucer, and he refilled it. “Send me how much you owe exactly, and I’ll pay everything off.”

“Are you trying to buy my loyalty?” he asked, putting down the teapot.

Of course not.” I dismissed the thought, lifting the teacup and keeping my eyes on the man in his mid-fifties, spotting a few grey hairs. “You’ve been kind to my siblings and me. It’s only natural that I’d want to reward you.”

He stared at me blankly, his eyes trying to tear down my defenses, but it remained unfruitful. So, with a sigh, he said, “You’ve become a good liar. Your mother would be proud.”

I grinned, “Thank you.”

I had acquired a property and was having it remodeled, so rather than wasting money on hotels, I decided to stay in my father’s manor temporarily. It was practically empty, devoid of life save for the scurrying of the maids and the sound of the TV in the living room. After two years, nothing had changed.

I pulled out my checkbook and wrote Sebastian a sum of one million dollars. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t trust me enough. But here.” I handed the paper to him. “No strings attached.”

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