Finders Keepers_An Enemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Kara Chase

  “Mr. Parkour, Mr. Parkour!”

  Here comes Fat Putin.

  Motherfucking Edwin.

  I’m about to reach the elevator when that motherfucker lays one of his clammy hands on my shoulder. Jesus fucking Christ, the dude is persistent.

  “Edwin,” I sigh, turning on my heels to face the fat bastard.

  “You cannot have parties up in the apartment. All that noise, the confusion! You can’t have parties, it’s—”

  “Let me guess. It’s Condo Board policy. Listen dude, why don’t you just fuck off and let me be?”

  “No parties! No parties!” he starts to say over and over again, waving one of his sausage fingers in front of my face.

  I almost want to reach out, grab it, and fucking break it like a twig.

  “Man, stop being a whiny little bitch and get out of my face,” I tell him as I turn around, ready to get inside the fucking elevator.

  That’s when he reaches for me and grabs my shoulder again.

  “This is your second warning,” he hisses, his fucking Russian accent making him sound like some commie asshole from a bad 80’s movie.

  “Get your fucking hands off me,” I growl and, for a moment, he seems taken aback.

  “Okay. Make me,” he finally says after two long seconds, gripping my shoulder even tighter.

  I swear to god, I don’t know where I find the fucking restraint to stop myself from head-butting this motherfucker, but I somehow manage to do it.

  He’s trying to bait me, and I’ll be fucked if I’ll let him do it.

  “Nah,” I shrug. “I know everything I might do to your face with my fist would be an improvement, but I just wanna get home.”

  With that, I take one firm step back, and he’s forced to let go of me. I finally manage to get inside the elevator, and elevator and punch the button to the top floor. As the doors start to close, that crazy motherfucker continues spewing his bullshit.

  “Your days at the Trident are numbered! Numbered, you hear me! You are done, Mr. Par—”

  Jesus. What the fuck has crawled up that asshole’s ass?

  I sigh heavily as the elevator slowly crawls up the building, trying to push Edwin out of my mind. Once I get the Vivian situation taken care of, I guess I gotta find a way to make the board kick Edwin out.

  I’ll go fucking insane if I have to deal with bullshit like this every single day.

  As I get to the apartment and step inside, I actually have to do a double take. One moment I’m thinking of Edwin, and the other I see...this.

  Am I even seeing right?

  The lights are dim, and there’s a small round table set on the center of the living room. There’s a flower arrangement there and fucking candles.

  And the table is set for two. Not to mention the mellow jazz music playing in the fucking background.

  Then, out from the shadows, emerges Vivian.

  She’s wearing a shiny black dress that highlights her perfect wasp figure. The bright red lipstick she’s using immediately draws my attention to her strawberry lips.

  I wish I could control myself, but I can’t. The moment I see her, beauty incarnate, my heart starts to race.

  “How was your day?” she asks me with a lewd whisper, making her way toward me.

  She stops right by the table, grabs the bottle of wine sitting there and pours me a glass. She brings it up to me and without knowing how to react, I simply take it.

  “It was...just another day.”

  Look at me. The fucking King of Charisma.

  I down the whole wine at once—maybe that’ll help—then set the glass down on the table.

  “Tired, I bet,” she purrs, grabbing my tie and running her fingers down its length. Her eyes never leave mine as she does it, and I feel my cock twitching inside my pants.

  What the fuck is going?

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lucien

  I’ve never been so fucking conflicted in my entire life.

  On one hand, my brain is telling me that this chick is fucking playing me; on the other, my cock is as hard as a rock. And Vivian has noticed it, too—her eyes are no longer focused on mine, but on the bulging shape that has taken over my crotch.

  “Oh, and what exactly is this?” she whispers, sauntering her way to me.

  Without giving me the time to react, she just fucking reaches for my crotch and curls her fingers around my hard cock, giving it a squeeze.

  “I thought you were hungry, so I prepared dinner...but you seem to be hungry for something else.”

  I don’t even know how to fucking respond to that.

  “You thought you could resist me, didn’t you?” she continues whispering in that seductive tone of hers, the sound of her voice rushing to my brain like a fucking drug. “But your cock seems to tell a different story.”

  With that, and without breaking eye contact, she starts stroking me over my pants. And I keep on getting harder and harder. Soon enough, my cock is going to fucking tear its way through the fabric.

  “If you give me the apartment, Lucien,” she goes on her tiptoes now, and puts her lips against my ear, “maybe I’ll show you how good I am at taking care of this.”

  She grips my cock so tight that I can’t help but gasp, the blood that runs through my veins starting to boil.

  Without even knowing what the fuck I’m doing, I just grab her by the arms and make her spin around. I push her back against the wall, force her to raise her arms above her head, and pin them there.

  “You can forget about that, doll,” I growl, my body pressed against hers. Fuck, I just wanna rip the clothes off her body. “You’re never getting the apartment.”

  “Oh, you sound so confident,” she purrs, craning her neck and reaching for my lips with hers.

  I let her do it, and my heart starts to race as she bites down on my lower lip. Without even realizing I’m doing it, I ease my grip on her arms, and she uses that to free herself.

  Moving fast, she then goes down on her knees in front of me, her fingers trailing down my chest and only stopping when they meet my belt.

  “But I think I can change your mind,” she tells me, looking up at me while she unbuckles my belt, her fingers working deftly.

  In just a few seconds, she’s pushing my pants down to my ankles. I do the rest, taking my shirt off in a hurry and kicking off my shoes to some corner of the living room.

  “You men are so easy to convince when you’re worked on like this…” she whispers now, tilting her head and reaching for my cock with her strawberry lips.

  She lays them over the fabric of my boxer briefs, and sucks on my hardness over them.

  “You fucking want it more than I do, Viv. Don’t fool yourself,” I push the words out through my gritted teeth, and next thing I know, I’ve tangled my fingers on her hair. As I do it, she pushes my boxer briefs down hard, and my cock springs free with a vengeance.

  She doesn’t even give me the time to breathe.

  She lunges forward, her mouth open, and my cock slides between her smooth lips. Not even flinching, she takes me all the way, all of my inches buried deep inside her mouth.

  Fuck me, she’s amazing.

  I look down at her, holding my breath, and I can’t help but grin as I see her looking up. Now this is a sight I know I won’t ever forget.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I groan as she slides her lips back, just enough so that she can grab my shaft with her right hand.

  With her left one, she starts caressing my balls, and then she simply bobs her head back and forth, sucking and stroking in a rhythmic motion.

  Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and simply surrender to it. If she can sue people as well as she can suck my cock, it’s no wonder she’s a hotshot lawyer.

  “Fuck.”

  I can already feel a pressure building inside my stomach, a need for release growing inside me. I try to stop her, grabbing hard on her hair, but that just makes her go harder.

  I can’t cum—I shouldn
’t cum.

  I don’t want to fucking cum right now, but—

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl as I feel fire rising up my cock, and then I simply unleash hell inside her mouth. My cock twitches hard, and with each twitch, I feel a never ending river of warm cum filling her mouth.

  “Ready to surrender now?” she asks me, right after swallowing my cum and popping my cock out of her mouth.

  I notice a bead of semen dripping down her chin, and that sends a fucking shiver up my spine. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone as much as I do her.

  “Never.”

  “Well, I never surrender as well,” she snaps back at me while grabbing both my wrists.

  She pulls me down, making me go to my knees in front of her, and then she simply gives me a hard push on my chest. I sit down on the floor, and then she climbs up on top of me and forces me to lay down.

  “But I know I can change your mind,” she continues, hiking her dress up to her waist and showing her red lace thong. I notice a wet patch on the fabric and that’s enough to stop my cock from going limp.

  Yeah, I just fucking came, and I’m ready to go again.

  “You want this, don’t you?” she asks me, flicking her thong to the side and brushing two fingers over her wet folds.

  She then takes them up to her mouth and sucks on them. Before my brain can even process it, I’m already grabbing her by the hips and pulling her down.

  I arch my back as I feel my inches slipping past her inner lips, my hard cock nestling itself inside of her.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I groan as she straddles me hard.

  Without wasting a single second, she starts swaying her hips like a maniac, working on my cock as if she depended on it to survive. I match the movement of her body, pumping hard into her tight little pussy, and I let the frenzy of lust take over me.

  As I slide my hands up the side of her body, I hold my breath. I grab her smooth tits, squeezing them and feeling her hard nipples as they hide under the fabric of her dress.

  She’s not wearing a fucking bra, I realize.

  “I want you...to...fucking...come,” she growls as she buries her fingernails in my pecs.

  As if I were a fucking puppy, my body reacts before my brain can understand the meaning behind her words. Fire and thunder runs down my spine, and I shoot another load into her pussy, every single muscle in my body tensing up all at once.

  “The apartment is mine, Lucien.”

  Vivian continues to dig her fingernails into my chest, hard enough to draw blood.

  “Say it. You can’t handle a woman like me, so you better give it up right now.”

  “No...fucking...chance.”

  Without even sliding my cock out of her pussy, I roll the side and force her to lay down under me.

  “You’re the one who can’t handle this,” I tell her, my tone commanding and firm.

  As theAs the words roll out of my mouth, I start pistoning into her as hard as is humanly possible. My body is drenched in sweat, but I don’t give a fuck—I’m going to fuck her brains out, and I won’t stop until that happens.

  “This apartment is mine...even if I have to fuck that truth out of you.”

  This time she doesn’t even reply.

  Well, she does reply—but she does it with a fucking string of high-pitched moans. And they’re loud enough for everyone in the fucking building to hear them.

  I hope that fucking bastard Edwin enjoys the soundtrack.

  “I’m gonna...I’m gonna…”

  “You’re gonna fucking come, that’s what you’re going to do,” I tell her, “but you’re going to do it on my terms.”

  Without even allowing her to catch her breath, I slide my cock out of her pussy and kneel between her spread legs.

  I move straight for the kill, placing one forearm across her belly and pinning her against the floor as I take my mouth straight to her sweet wetness.

  With my tongue pressed tight against her clit, I start circling it at a fast pace, and only after a few seconds do I allow my tongue to move down. Licking and sucking her pussy, I take my time to savor her juices, her flavor hitting me so hard that I just know I’ve became addicted to the way she fucking tastes.

  There are worse addictions than this, that much I can tell you.

  “Oh—oh—OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Vivian finally screams, tangling her fingers on my hair and pushing my head down while she thrusts her hips at me.

  I devour her with a fury as she comes, feeling her little pussy tightening up each time I slide my tongue past her inner lips.

  “Ready to give me the apartment?” I ask once more for good measure, lifting my head and looking straight up at her.

  “Never.”

  “Very well.”

  Grabbing her by the hips, I turn her around and then force her to thrust her ass up at me. With her on all fours, her pink little pussy just begging for my cock, I don’t hesitate—I just ram all my length into her, my whole body feeling as if it’s about to explode.

  Shit, I don’t know for how long we’ve been at this.

  Fifteen minutes? Two hours? I don’t have a fucking clue.

  Time has dilated; we’re in a dimension of our own.

  I fuck her as hard as I can, doing it until all my muscles feel sore. I do it until I can feel my brain turning into mush. And then I just keep on doing it.

  By the time I feel that pressure building up once again, I’m so out of it you’d say I must have taken a cocktail of drugs.

  “The...apartment...is…” I start to say between thrusts, but she doesn’t let me finish the sentence.

  “MINE!” she screams out, her pussy tightening up so much around my cock that I can’t help but come again.

  Holy fuck, I don’t even know how the fuck I’m doing this.

  Yeah, I can come multiple times...but with this intensity? What the fuck?

  I can almost feel the electricity crackle under our skin. It’s like there’s a fucking storm raging inside both our bodies.

  As our muscles spasm again, twitching as ecstasy courses through them, Vivian finally collapses, and I follow after her.

  Exhausted, my lungs feeling as if they’re about to explode, I slide my cock out of her and then roll to the side.

  “The...apartment…” I insist one final time, but I find myself drifting off before I can finish.

  There’s always a first time for everything, right?

  Well, this is a first for me.

  The first time I pass out after fucking a woman.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Vivian

  “You slut!” Kate laughs as she sips on her margarita, her cat-like eyes narrowed into a slit.

  Sometimes, I feel like she’s looking straight into my soul.

  “Stop that,” I laugh back at her, signaling the bartender for two more margaritas. And screw it, two shots of tequila as well. When I do something, I like to go all the way.

  “You know it’s not like that,” I tell her.

  “Oooh, it’s not like that,” she repeats after me, and then playfully slaps my shoulder. “Who would have thought? Vivian Sweet is in love.”

  “I’m not in love, Kate.”

  Sighing, I finish my margarita and accept the next one from the hands of the bartender. Kate pushes the tequila into my hands, and we down them fast, the alcohol burning its way down my throat and landing on my stomach like a boulder.

  “It’s just...complicated.”

  “Complicated, huh?”

  “That’s what I said, complicated,” I repeat, leaning back on the chair and folding my legs.

  It really is complicated, and I don’t know if Kate can see it. Granted, I might feel something for Lucien, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love.

  Me, in love...yeah, right.

  Kate usually knows me better than I know myself, but when it comes to Lucien...she’s wrong. Just plain wrong.

  I mean, at least I think she is. Sometimes, I’m not so
sure.

  “Well, complicated or not, Lucien Parker really seems to be something...I mean, I heard of the guy before, but I’ve never knew anyone who had met him. And you more than just met him--you’re living and sleeping with him! You total slut!”

  “He’s not the asshole people think he is,” I find myself saying.

  Shit. It must be the alcohol. I gotta stop drinking, or else I might end up drunk dialing Lucien.

  Now that’d be the mother of all disasters.

  “Oh?”

  “Well, I mean, he’s an asshole. But he’s also more than that.”

  Sipping on my margarita, I think of the morning during when I shared breakfast with him. He told me of his father, told me of his aspirations and fears, and in that moment, I couldn’t help but see him differently.

  I saw so much more than just the hot body and the arrogant posture.

  I saw a real man in there, hiding underneath a facade.

  “You say you’re not in love, but by the way you’re talking about him...you’re in trouble, girl, that’s for sure.”

  Shaking her head from side to side, she orders another round of drinks.

  My god, how are we going to survive the night? I’m already feeling tipsy.

  “Where the hell is that Vivian who’d kick a man in the balls if he just looked at her the wrong way? The Vivian that used legal memos to break up with men? That bad bitch is growing soft, babe, and I gotta say...you look so much happier because of it.”

  “Yeah, okay...it’s been fun ever since I moved to The Trident. Having Lucien in there is fun, I’ll give you that.”

  “But you still gotta take care of that apartment business, right?”

  “I do. The Condo Board President is breathing down my neck about it, and I really don’t know what the hell I should do.”

  “You don’t know what to do?”

  She looks at me as if I had just grown a second head. “Vivian Sweet doesn’t know what to do? Babe, you’re the best New York lawyer. Destroy that asshole and do what you want!”