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“Oh, God, Lucius,” I gasp, and he slaps my cheek again. It sparks off the catalyst of another orgasm and I find myself crying out for him to give me all he’s got. He growls from the back of his throat as he pummels against me from behind. He adds his finger to my clit, circling it as he fucks me like he owns me, like only he knows how to get me to that euphoric state of pleasure. It’s too much and I explode with a scream into the pillow below me. Not having had his fill, he flips me over so that I am on my back, and enters me from above, hooking my leg over his shoulder. He is taking me so intensely, I can’t keep up with his movements, so I am shocked when, yet another orgasm begins to surface. Chasing the high, I tilt my hips to meet him more fully. I clench around his cock, causing him to moan out loud before we come together in complete ecstasy.

Lucius’ heavy body falls on top of mine, and he holds me close to him for a while. I lie in a kind of fuzzy blur as I come down, hardly believing this is happening. Eventually, he brings himself up onto his forearms and looks into my eyes before kissing me gently on the mouth. Enjoying this side of him, the side that makes this more than just lust and fucking, I stroke his hair and sigh. I should be feeling guilty about Evan, but he hasn’t even crossed my mind. Everything right now is Lucius. It always has been.

“Holy fuck, Topolina,” he whispers, stroking back my hair, “how have you survived without this for so long?”

He laughs and I can’t help but laugh back. It’s at this moment, I realize I am right to let Evan go. If I had any deep feelings for him, I wouldn’t have done what I just did with Lucius. It wouldn’t have mattered that we’re not exclusive, I would never have shared myself if he was someone for whom I had strong feelings. But with Lucius…I have never felt this way about anyone.

And now, Helena, you are royally fucked!

Chapter 18

Helena

I insist on returning to my apartment for the night, if only to remind myself of what this is; a weekend of non-committed sex, nothing more. When I get back, I look at my reflection in the mirror with a little contempt. My just fucked hair taunts me with my betrayal of whatever progress I had made since I leftHastings Villa. And then there’s Evan. I haven’t cheated for I was careful not to label what we were. But he came out here to see me, kept telling me that we were going to end up together, convinced me that no one would care for me like he would. If only I would agree to make things official. But I couldn’t commit to that, precisely because of the man I’ve just slept with. Guilt begins to creep in and I wonder whether I should call Lucius and tell him the weekend’s off, even if I am desperate to lie in his arms.

After a few more moments of doubt, self-preservation forces me to consider what Lucius had said about Evan sleeping with any number of girls back home and I smile. I’m almost certain that he has been sleeping around, for his phone was buzzing non-stop when he was here. The smirk on his face after he had read these messages was enough to tell me what I suspected was true. Not that I was angry about it. Even before seeing Lucius, I wanted Evan to understand that he was free to pursue other girls, to maintain some distance between us and not feel trapped. But it works both ways; I never promised him monogamy on my part, so I know I’ve done nothing wrong. My relief is quickly followed by the realization that I just smiled over the thought of my unofficial boyfriend sleeping with other women. Evan and I are doomed, so I’m going to enjoy this limited time that I have with the man I fell in love with two years ago.

The next morning, I meet Lucius at the bar where I work. Silver is working the morning shift when it begins to fill up with people wanting morning coffees and families who are coming to set up on the beach. She eyes Lucius and me together and high-fives me when his back is turned, silently calling me a ‘slut’ in the most affectionate way she can. The sun is already warm but it’s not yet at its peak, when you’re in danger of burning to a crisp. During this time of day, this place usually attracts small children and their parents. They’ll stay till lunch then head back to their hotels to avoid the blistering heat.

Chewing on my nails as I study his casual frame, I watch Lucius looking totally relaxed with the situation, beyond peaceful with himself. Shrugging off the feeling that this is just another regular weekend for him, I glance over at a little girl who is clinging to her father’s leg while staring at Lucius with nervous curiosity. I smile at her, but she just shoves her little thumb inside her mouth. It takes Lucius a few more seconds to realize he’s being stared at. He eyes the girl with the same trepidation as she does with him; I can’t help but watch their interaction with keen interest. After a moment or two, he pulls a mean but silly-looking face, and she giggles. To my surprise, he then ever so slightly quirks his lips to give her some semblance of a smile. Contented by this, she then grins at her father who gathers her up inside of his arms before traipsing back down the beach again.

“I saw that,” I utter with smirk.

“I know you did, Topolina,” he says nonchalantly, “why do you think I didn’t tell her to get lost?”

“Oh, so, being nice to a small child was formybenefit?” I grab hold of my cup and sip to calm my nervous anticipation for what he has planned for us today. “Is it some sort of seduction technique? Be nice to a little kid and I’ll be eating from the palm of your hand?”

“It’s only natural you should want a guy who likes children; a woman’s urge to procreate is strong, is it not? And choosing a mate who can provide and look after his offspring is of vital importance, is it not? We are but animals after all.”

“Wow, how very factual you are about how I choose who I am attracted to. I’m just a little, meek female looking for a potential father to my future children? Trouble is, Lucius, I already know children would be the last thing you would want, so I don’t really need to worry about you fathering any potential offspring with me.” I raise my brow to show I’ve won this round. “So, science lesson aside, I would have to conclude you’re not as evil as you like to make out.”

Lucius throws his head back and chuckles manically before grabbing hold of my hand from across the table and placing it against his soft lips.

“If it makes you feel better to think that about me, then be my guest,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and gazing out across the flat calm sea.

“Don’t worry, Lucius, I’ve heard plenty of rumors about your behavior, both in and out of the office.”

He takes his time to turn away from the water to look at me. He then leans forward to brace his forearms on the table, as though I’m going to let him into all of these devious little secrets.

“Go on,” he eventually says with devilish amusement written all over his face.

“Well, let’s see, there are so many to choose from.” I tap my chin with the tip of my index finger, trying to select the best ones from memory. “You fired an intern for referring to Jen as your mother?” He smiles in such a way, I know that must be true. “Ok, you make contracts so water-tight, you can fire employees at will, for little to no reason?”

He leans back and flaps his hands up as though that’s a given.

“You bully company directors into deals that are less than favorable to them by finding loopholes and assisting their competitors to devalue their true worth?”

He nods slowly while I look at him like he’s some sort of spawning alien.

“Are you even yet fully trained? How do you manage to do all of these dastardly deeds?”

“I’ve been working with Paul since I was fourteen,” he replies. “Trust me, when it comes to business, the guy is just as evil as I am…for now. As you said, I am still training; I have not yet met my true potential.”

“Ok, I guess we all need goals, even if they are diabolical. You never sleep with the same woman twice.”

“My, my, I really do have to have words with Merial, don’t I? However does she have the time to spread such meaningless gossip?”

“Except one,” I continue, ignoring his attempts to bypass what I just said. “An intern whom you dated for three months.” He remains tight-lipped and leans on the table again. “What happened to her?”

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