Chapter 62: Lucas: aningful kisses
HAVING THE girl who used to be all over you doing a cutesy face do a 180 turn and morph into this rebuking diva isn’t a very pleasant experience. Especially if she asks you a question that you never thought she would.
"Do you even love, Iris," she asked with a straight face, glaring at
as if she knew we were playing couple all this ti. I could even sense a bit of remorse in there.
The question has been in my mind ever since they left
by the lift thirty minutes ago. Not because I’m trying to decide whether I love Iris, but because I know I do. With every ounce of life in . I’m troubled because I finally realize what Dad ant.
I was too engrossed in her telling
to find another woman to date even though we were already together, I was so engrossed in her pushing away that I forgot to notice why she didn’t want a relationship in the first place. She’s told
what happened between her mother and her when she was young for fucks sake.
How can I be so dense?
Every day for the past month has been
battling myself, pushing myself away from her because I was afraid she’d back away. And yet, every ti I was near her, she wouldn’t. I didn’t notice the small signs of intimacy between us and always focused on the negatives like an idiot.
If only I had been more assertive like Lynn was with . It would have made the entire company know I love her, and it would have made her realize too, that I want to build sothing stronger between us—for life. I want the world to know I’m her man, and I want her to know that I’ll always be there for her.
Together, forever.
"I’m doing it this ti," I tell myself, ruffling my hair in frustration wondering what the ladies are still talking about. I need to see Iris but they’re taking too long for people who said they just want to comfort her.
If they take another ten minutes in that boardroom, everybody is going to be back from their lunch hour and I won’t get the chance to talk with Iris like I intended since all eyes will be on us thanks to the glass exterior of my office.
Ah, fuckit. I’m going back to take her away from them.
Exiting my office, I head over to our branch’s main door, taking one long stride where I usually take two until I open the door—forcefully.
"Yeah, thanks, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow," I hear the sweet voice I’ve been dying to listen to all day long echoing in the corridor. It’s empty except for the three ladies who are conversing in it, one of them being my prey.
"You go, girl. Get it like you always do," Mary says, biting her lip aggressively and shaking her body animatedly.
Walking straight into them, I grab Iris’ hand. "Since you guys look like you’re done, I’ll be taking her with
now."
I don’t wait for them to reply, tugging along with Iris to my office, her heels clicking loudly on the ceramic with each step she takes. Not being able to keep up with my strides, she begins running.
I pause when we reach the departnt door. "Want
to carry you?"
"Yes," she imdiately responds. Not wasting ti being surprised, I swoop her off her feet as loud squeals of excitent co from down the hall where Mary and Lynn are standing.
Iris gladly grabs my neck, wrapping her arms around it with a slight blush on her cheeks. "I love it when you carry
princess style," she mumbles, looking
in the eyes.
"And I love carrying you princess style," I reply, pushing the door with my knee and entering the office. We make our way to my office, and I close the door behind us when we enter, imdiately making her stand by it and pinning her to the wall.
I crash my lips on hers, savoring every taste of her that I want to be mine. Iris doesn’t waste ti matching my energy. She grabs my head from behind, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wriggling her hands in there as she’s doing with her tongue in my mouth.
"Luke," she moans in my mouth pulling apart from . "I have sothing to tell you."
"I have sothing to tell you too," I whisper on her lips.
"You can go first," she whispers back, voice hoarse from the sparks flying around us.
I don’t hesitate. "Will you be my date to the event next week?" I ask, looking into her glistening eyes and pleading with mine.
"I was about to ask you the sa thing!" Iris shrieks, grabbing my shoulders and doing her best to shake . But I’m glued to the wall, and pinning her to the wall.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I’ll gladly accept your offer, Andrews. I’ll be your date for the event," she beams.
Now for the final blow. "I have sothing that I want to tell you on that day too," I add, unwavering in my eye contact with her so that my words can be etched in her mind.
Iris smiles at , her gaze on
seemingly glistening with each milliter her lips tugging up her face. "Can our chemistry get better than this? I have sothing I want to tell you too, Lucas. Sothing very important that I’ll need all your attention for."
My heart is racing, and my body is hot all over from being around her. My lips are burning from the kiss we just had, from the kiss I know we’ll have once this conversation is over, and my head is fuzzy. But in all this ss, I stand in front of her, pinning her to the wall and sure with my whole mind, heart, and soul that I am indeed in love with her.
I’m in love with, Iris fucking Morris.
"I’ll be all yours for that night baby, so promise you’ll be mine too and make
the happiest man right now."
She pecks my lips. "I’ll be yours too Lucas. And I’ll stick to you like we’re glued together so that no woman will lay their eyes on you, ever."
Assertive. One little word and yet it holds so much power in it.
"What are you going to wear? Do you have any designer in mind? I can link you up with a few of them if you don’t mind, all the bills will be on —"
A soft finger is placed on my lips, making
stop from my incontrollable rambling. "I have it all under control sir, no need to worry about that. And if you’re worried I’ll embarrass you then stop. I too have an award-winning designer who’s going to make the best dress for ."
I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "Is that designer by any chance, Lynn?" I mumble with her finger still on my lips.
"Bingo."
"Are you sure that’s a good idea? I an, doesn’t she hold a grudge against you for taking her crush away?"
Iris shakes her head. "Lynn is a taken woman now."
A mixture of feelings hit
in that instant. Envy, joy, relief, curiosity: the entire package. I feel like a heavy load has been taken off my shoulders, but the pressure of being in a relationship just hit tenfold. Wasn’t Lynn on my toes all the ti last month? Now she’s in a relationship and faster than
at that even though I was the first to announce I was in one.
What the fuck have I been doing all this ti?
"Who’s the unfortunate guy dating that sticky leech," I whisper to Iris as if we’re not in a sound enclosing space.
"She’s not a leech," Iris rebukes , hitting my chest playfully. "And Dion isn’t an unfortunate guy. He got the best woman for him, an ambitious woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it."
"Dion? Did he secretly have a crush on her all this ti she’s been chasing after ? Wow. I can’t believe I’m the only single guy here at my age."
" too. It’s like everyone contacted each other and was like hey let’s get boyfriends and leave Iris out. It’s so depressing."
I blink at her. "You’re looking for a boyfriend?"
She smiles at , pecking my lips. "More like, I’ve found him but I’m waiting for a special day to confess. If he isn’t in love with another woman, he’ll be the happiest man on earth when I finally tell him how I feel."
WhydoIfeellikethatwasdirectedat?
"Now, shall we continue where we left off a while ago? My lips are itchy for more of you."
Wow. Maybe that WAS indeed directed to .
I crash my lips on Iris again, this ti with as much feeling as I can put into the kiss because even though I’m happy and burning to touch her more, I want to get into her head first before the confession.
Reminding myself to check up on Mrs, Priyanka for the necklace I want to gift Iris on the night of the charity event, I focus on her lips more.
Devouring them and showing her I’m capable of giving her a good night is the easy part, but making love to her lips and showing her I am the man she needs isn’t as easy.
Maybe that is the reason why this kiss feels better, longer, and more sensual than the ones we’ve had before. Because it’s filled with intention, an intent to thaw the ice in her heart so I can make it mine.
I intend to show her just how deeply I’m fucking in love with her.
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