“What do you fucking think?”
“Apart from you looking pretty, that you would rather shave off your eyebrows and wear comedy stick on ones from a dollar store for the month of June…” Well, at least at this point he burst out laughing, as I carried on,
“But that is beside the point here, as until we are married then I am not introducing you as anything other than my boyfriend.”
“Until we are married?” he asked, suddenly catching me out on my words and I swear I don’t think I had felt my cheeks get so hot so quickly.
“I just mean… well, I didn’t…I mean of course I don’t think that we will…you know… erm what was I saying…I mean really, what did I even say, ‘cause I can’t remember now…so this car, does it get good mileage?” At this Lucius burst out laughing again before telling me,
“Gods, but how I do love to watch your squirm.” At this I shot him an ‘I am not impressed look’ and knew instantly with his smirk that it was one he didn’t take seriously. But then again, when did he ever?
“Can we please drop this subject,” I asked knowing that there was no way to dig myself out of the marriage hole, one he seemed far too happy watching me trying to scramble out of.
“As you wish,” he said again fighting that knowing grin of his before he went on to say,
“So, getting back to our conversation, before it was swayed by me getting you in my training room and talk of marriage.”
“Oh, you wanna talk about Lego instead?” I asked with a smirk of my own.
“Not really no, but I would like you to elaborate on why that statement was blurted out…above your favorite cereal,” he asked letting me know that he had most definitely been listening. It was sweet, how he wanted to talk through my fears. But seeing as the more he spoke about what my future held, the more freaked out I became, I knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation in my favour. That he would probably end up railroading me into making decisions I wasn’t ready to make yet.
“Okay, so it’s like my job, I love my work.” At this he looked thoughtful a moment and I knew he couldn’t just say what I wanted him to say. Like he would move to London for me so I could continue working. Which led me on to my next biggie,
“And it’s like my flat.”
“Amelia, really…it’s just a flat.” I couldn’t say that I particularly cared for the tone he used, which is why I told him,
“But that’s where you are wrong, it’s not just a flat, it’s my flat.”
“So, you intend to live there your entire life and never move?” he asked making something of a point.
“I am not saying that, but you have to understand where I am coming from, that flat isn’t just a place I live for the time being, it’s mine.”
“I know this,” he stated believing in his words.
“No, you don’t, and how could you, you are thousands of years old and have lived in I don’t know how many places. You’re also probably richer than a bloody sultan and can afford to buy whatever you want. I bet you couldn’t even list all the addresses of the buildings you own.”
“Yes, and if I recall I am not the only rich person in this car.” I frowned at him realising that he really had no clue, which is why
I stated,
“That is where you are wrong.”
“And your parents, what of their fortune, for you can’t tell me…”
“Exactly…my parents…not mine, it’s their money, Lucius.” At this he rolled his eyes at me and said,
“Then you are foolish.”
“Excuse me!?” I snapped.
“Do you really think that just because you didn’t earn it that it isn’t yours?” I folded my arms across my chest, making the leather of the jacket groan.
“That’s exactly what I think, and I don’t see how that makes me foolish.”
“Sweetheart, your trust fund alone would be one greater than that Sultan’s fortune,” he informed me like this was a certainty.
“I don’t have a trust fund,” I told him making him laugh and in turn, me frown.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, beautiful,” he said in that condescending way that people weren’t exactly thrilled about.
“What, I don’t!”
“And know that for certain, do you?” he asked with a raise of his brow like he sure as shit didn’t believe it.
“Lucius, my dad gave me a credit card with no limit on it when I left, do you know how much I have spent on it?”
“Knowing you, not a penny,” he said guessing right and telling me that he knew this about me. I was very similar to my mum in that sense, as she was the same way. She believed in paying her own way and struggled with my dad’s extreme wealth for years after they were married. I had always been independent, and yes, naturally when I was a kid, then I was spoiled rotten, mainly by my dad. But despite this, I still knew when I finally left home, that I desperately wanted to make it on my own.
“Exactly,” I said, making him quickly reply with,
“Exactly nothing, as you just proved my point.”
“How so?”
“You may have not spent any money on that card but just the fact that your father gave it to you proves my point.” Okay, so now I was really frowning because despite the answer I gave, I now had that nagging feeling that maybe there was truth to his words.
“No, it doesn’t!”
“Oh, so you think it is beyond the realms of reality to believe that he would give you a limitless card and not also think of your future. You think your overprotective and extremely rich father wouldn’t have set up a trust fund the day you took your first breath.” Okay, well there it was! As with the way he just worded it then yeah, now I did, and my face must have said as much.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Not that any of this matters,” he added in a tone that suggested what he meant was obvious, which yet again in Lucius’ world, it so wasn’t. Which was why I asked,
“What do you mean?”
“I care not for any money your father wishes to thrust upon you, so it should be of little concern.” Oh Gods, but this sounded like another can of worms to me.
“Erm, well I agree it’s of little concern, but I have a feeling we don’t mean the same thing when we each say that?”
“You won’t need his money,” he said as more of a statement and yep, totally a can of worms.
“Care to elaborate,” I asked, knowing instantly that this was most likely a mistake, one I made despite knowing this.
“I think we established I am rich, comparable to a Sultan wasn’t it?” he teased but I ignored this and moved straight along with,
“Yes, but I fail to see what that has to do with me?” At this Lucius rolled his eyes and started muttering to the roof of the Lambo and doing so in a language I didn’t know this time.
“I think we established already that you are mine, Amelia, and seeing as you are a smart girl, then it wouldn’t be hard for you to figure out the rest.” Okay, so at this my mouth dropped at what he was implying.
“Oh no! We are most definitely not opening that financial can of worms, in fact, let’s just bury it now and never talk about it!”
“You’re right, we don’t need to talk about it as there isn’t really anything to talk about, for it is simply an absolute that is happening.” Now I was the one to roll my eyes and start muttering, only unlike him, I did my asking the Gods for help in English.
“I am starting to understand what my mother went through,” I said before thinking about it, always feeling weird about mentioning my mum around Lucius for blindingly obvious reasons.
“Yes, and it is also common knowledge what a pain in the royal ass she is, so I am starting to understand what your father went through,” he replied back in a curt tone.
“Oh, because wanting to pay your own way in life is such a bad thing, is it!?” I snapped.
“It is when it gets in the way of getting me what I want!” he snapped back.
“And what is tha
t, some gold digging eye candy on your arm with the IQ of a 90’s turtleneck?” Well, at least now he was laughing.
“I don’t think your IQ will ever be in question, sweetheart, and as for eye candy on my arm, I would rather that eye candy in my bed laid out for me like a feast, after all, I know how fucking addictive you taste,” he said making me blush and have to roll my lips to stop my smile.
“I think it’s safer we don’t talk about this either,” I said in a shy voice as it was clear we would never agree on this and I already knew how pushy Lucius was in trying to get his own way.
“Do you mean sex or money?” he asked with a smirk he wasn’t trying to hide.
“Until we get to where we are going, then I would say both,” I said then nodded down at the obvious erection straining against his jeans in an overly obvious way due to his size. He chuckled and said,
“Yes, well around you, it is a common occurrence, so you’d better get used to seeing it, sweetheart,” he said in a totally unashamed way that had me blushing and secretly high fiving my inner sex kitten.
“Mmm, looks like my girl likes this,” he said to himself making me unable now not to bite my fingertips giving into my habit. Of course, Lucius noticed this and reached across so he could pull them from my mouth. But then he didn’t let go and instead brought them to his own lips to nibble on before sucking them into his mouth. Gods, but it felt so possessive and was undeniably hot!
It was only after he had released them, did he ask,
“Why do you bite your fingers?”
“Well, I started off biting my nails, but then I would make them bleed and they would get sore, so I decided to force myself out of the habit…because, one oww, and two, I like have something to paint. So now, instead of biting my nails, I sometimes find myself biting my fingertips instead, but I am in the process of trying to break that habit as well.” This last part granted me a look before he asked,
“Why?”
“Why what?” I asked with a little shake of my head as I was taken back by what it was I had said he would be questioning.
“Why are you trying to break that habit…does it cause you pain or damage?”
“Well, no but…” I started to say but Lucius getting enough of his answer, interrupted me.
“Then don’t stop.”
“But it makes me look…”
“It makes you look fucking cute and adorable, that’s what,” Lucius said, interrupting me yet again and in a way that was sweet because, really could any girl really get enough of being called that by someone as hot as Lucius…err no, I don’t think so!
“Is this you asking me not to stop?” I asked in a shy voice.
“Yes Amelia, this is me asking you not to stop doing something that’s cute and obviously brings you comfort,” he said in a gentle way that melted my already gooey insides.
“Okay,” was my breathy reply, because like I said…gooey.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay I won’t stop.” He laughed once and muttered,
“And this she doesn’t argue with me on.”
“Well, you asked nicely,” I told him with a wink, and he shook his head at me a little before the sign for a gas station was coming up.
“Are we stopping?” I asked knowing that I could very much do with using the bathroom and also a drink after it.
“I need to fill up, and I take it you need to use the facilities.” I frowned in silent question asking how he knew.
“Because you have been sat cross legged and bouncing in your seat for the last ten minutes.” I suddenly looked down at myself and noticed that he was right, I had been. I decided not to comment on this but instead remained silent as he pulled into a Shell station. One that was empty other than one car that was already driving away. So, we pulled up to a pump and Lucius turned off the engine before getting out of the car. I did the same, only to find Lucius on my side granting me his hand so I didn’t struggle. Because, well I may have been a bad ass, but I was a clumsy one at that!
Once I was out of the car, I mumbled about not being long and turned about to walk inside when his question made me pause.
“Do you want to get anything?” he said nodding to the store,
“Yeah, I was going to get a few…erm, no, actually it’s fine, I don’t need anything,” I said quickly knowing that he had asked me this because he had pulled up to a ‘pay at the pump’ and knew that if I did want anything that he would need to pay for it. Damn it! Okay, so I know this may have been petty. But considering I had spent what felt half of this drive trying to explain what my independence meant to me and how I liked to pay my own way, then I think only minutes later for him to hand me some cash over was so not proving my point, but the exact opposite in fact.
So naturally, I backtracked.
Problem was, he knew it too. He proved this as when I took my first step away from him and doing so trying to purposely avoid his eyes, he snagged my hand. Then, after a quick tug I was pulled back, practically falling into him. But he wasn’t satisfied with this as his leather hand fisted in my hair so he could pull my head back so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. I swear but the look he gave me had me desperate to bite my fingers. His eyes practically danced with mirth and narrowed a little when he growled down at me in a playful tone,
“I call bullshit.”
“What? I just changed my mind is all,” I said making them deepen and near glow with that knowing look he gave me.
“Uh huh.” He made the disbelieving noise as he nodded in that patronizing way that Gods if he didn’t look so bloody sexy doing it then it would have been infuriating.
“Lucius, I swear…”
“I’d rather you not, considering it would be a lie, so let’s try this another way…” This was when he paused so he could get really close to my ear to whisper the rest in that totally dominating way of his,
“You are going to walk into that store, do what you need to do and then you are going to pick out whatever it is you want and I will be in shortly after to buy it for you…pride or no fucking pride…am I understood?” I tensed and was about to shake my head, when I was forced to stop, and this was down to two things. One was the way his hand fisted in my hair to the point of pain had I moved an inch and the second was the way he suddenly had a mouthful of my neck held between his teeth. And I knew it was nothing short of a warning, something he confirmed about ten seconds later when he released me, licked at the ghost of where his teeth had been to soothe the sting and said,
“Now go and be a good girl.” Then he spun me and smacked my ass to get me moving. And I swear had I not been momentarily blinded by the lust he just forced upon me, then I would have said something witty or snippy in return. As it stood though, for once I simply did as I was told…damn him!
But then I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder at him only to find him now leaning back against his gorgeous car, looking every single inch of the sexy bad boy he was! Especially with his arms folded, his upper body resting his weight back against the frame and his eyes solely on me, watching my every move as I walked away from him. Now, if I thought he looked sexy before, well then, this was a whole other level of hot!
And in that moment, it was a hotness I tried to ignore. You know, just so I could focus on my bladder and not on my libido. So, I finally made it into the store and quickly located the restrooms at the back. I tried not to think too much about what I must have looked like, so ignored the obvious stare from the woman behind the counter. I hurried into the bathroom and headed straight to a cubicle, determined not to look in the mirror to see if I looked as bad as I felt.
I swear these tight leather pants actually squeaked as I pulled them down and I sat there the whole time having a pee worried that I wouldn’t be able to get them back on again. Visions of me trying to climb through the small window and actually land without breaking something, all so I wouldn’t have to run through the shop half naked, was all I could focus on. Oh, I could just picture Luci
us’ face now after running for the car half naked and my shame when I had to tell him why.
Well, no way! Not going to happen! I would rather catapult myself into the buggers than do that. Or I wondered then about stealing some thread? This was so I could cut up the bloody things, just so I could then sew them back together like some lame version of cat woman. Like when she hit ‘bat shit crazy’ levels (see what I did there) in Batman Returns and started sewing like…well, like a crazy cat lady!
Okay, well pee done, and it was the moment of truth, oh and time for me to discover that I had been worrying for the last three minutes for no good reason…the pants did up just fine.
However, my victory was short lived as with all these thoughts about leather pants and I forgot my rule not to look in the mirror when washing my hands…jeez, I was a mess.
“Oh dear, Fae.” Suddenly every hit came back to me and my hands found the edge of the sink. I knew my elbow was bruised along with my stomach, as I felt the tenderness there from being kicked and falling to my side. And looking down at my hands when I felt the sting of soap was from killing that one guy with the lamp cord, one that ended up cutting into my hands. Thankfully though, these weren’t deep, but that’s where the thanks ended as it was my face that was the worst.
I remembered being punched in the face and then having my head hammered into the floor, which would explain the cut above my nose and the angry purply red mottled skin around my cheek, eye and nose. It all seemed mainly on one side at least and I raised my hand first to pat it before then moving to the back of my head to find the large lump there. I winced one more time before turning away from the pitiful sight, hating that Lucius had seen me like this.
All I could hope for is what little blood of his I had in my system, that it would heal me sooner than a bruise this size would normally take to heal and let’s face it, a yellow and green face wasn’t ever going to look sexy.
After this and my plummeting self-confidence freak out, I walked back into the store and had no choice but to walk past the cashier again. She was a middle aged lady who looked as though all of her facial features had been pinched. Everything was close together and looked small in such a round face. She narrowed her eyes at me and then, just as I was making my way to the door, said something to me in German.
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