My Most Precious One(35)
“Evidently I can’t you ripped up all my clothes!” I pouted.
He smiled “I’ll buy you new ones.” He was smiling so I guess he wasn’t angry anymore, so I relaxed a bit.
Like he understood my thought he said “Oh I’m angry still but I figure we can fuck our anger out.” I ignored his comment as best as I could but my pussy couldn’t it clenched and quivered almost begging him for more.
“I need to go home, get clothes and take a shower.” I said trying to act as normal as I could. Seeing how I had very little clothes on.
“I took care of that already.” He said taking my hand “I got my personal assistant to get me some clothes for you and some personal hygiene stuff. That way you don’t have to rush home every day.” I didn’t know whether to be touched or freaked out. I stopped in mid stride and he dropped his shoulders and turned to me, pulling me close.
“I need you to be with me, just be with me, don’t over think it.” He put his finger under my chin and pushed my head up so I could look at him.
“Just follow me, don’t listen to what others say, it’s just you and me.” He gave me a chaste kiss.
“Besides, you’re the one dating me for my money.” He winked.
“We’re dating now?” I asked almost afraid of what would happen next. I didn’t know what we were doing. Were we having casual sex or friends with benefits or was I just a flavor of the month?
“Silly girl, what the fuck do you think we’re doing here?” He asked. I felt ridiculous having this conversation while I was half naked in one of the most lavish condos I have ever seen.
“Lukas, I need a shower and some clothes before we continue this conversation.” I squirmed under his gaze.
“Fine! But we are having this conversation.” He challenged.
The Talk
He held my hand intertwining his fingers with mine as he walked me up the stairs to his bedroom and led me to a large double door that opened to a vast walk-in closet, I stood there awestruck. This shit can’t be real.
Everything was immaculate, one side had his suits, the other his dress shirts, at the end of the walk in hung his jeans and various shirts, everything thing had a place, even his expensive watches and cufflinks were in a small showcase table in the middle of the room.
He rustled away near the end of the closet and handed me a pair of black yoga pants and t-shirt that were my size. He smiled as he handed them to me. I hesitated as I took them.
“What?” He asked.
“Lukas?” I walked back into he’s perfectly designed bedroom, “How much is this bed?” I asked knowing the can of worms I was about to open.
“I don’t know a few hundred thousand.” He shrugged. I nodded, half of the amount of my savings.
“And the stove downstairs?” I pointed towards the bedroom door with my one hand while the other held my new clothes firmly across my body shielding me from his eyes.
“I think it was fifty thous…” I half smiled mostly from anxiety. “Fifty thousand dollars” I finished his statement the amount I make in a year give or take.
“Where are you going with this?” He asked somewhat annoyed.
“Just humor me.” I held out my hand to him “This penthouse how much did you pay for it?” He leaned on the doorway and dug his hands inside the front pocket of his jeans.
“Alexia, your point?” He flatly asked.
I hesitated, nerves building in my belly “What are you doing with me?” I asked in a near hushed voice. “If you say I’m the flavour of the month, I’ll hurt but I can accept that. But you and I are completely different and I have no clue what you want from me.” I didn’t move from my spot, for fear of doing something stupid.
“Flavour of the mouth?” He scoffed “if you were the flavor of the month babe I wouldn’t have brought you here. My flavors of the month if they last that long don’t ever come here.” The thought of various women clawing at him made me feel sick.
“Lukas, you’ll get bored. I don’t know how nor do I think I can run around in the social circles you’re accustomed to.” I choked out. I was worried. Scared, I knew I wasn’t enough for this man.
He moved off the wall and came closer to me. “It’s because you’re different.” He said as he took the clothes from my hands and threw them on the bed, leaving me exposed.
“Alexia, just be with me.” He pleaded. “If it makes you more comfortable we’ll hang out at your place. It’s just that I want you here with me in my house. Don’t you understand? You make it a home now.” He cradled my face in his hands and raised my head so our eyes could meet. “It’s now a place I finally want to live in, not just somewhere I sleep and eat but rather a place I can bring you, hold you, talk to you, argue with you. Where I could fuck you senseless, and trust me when I say I’m going to fuck you senseless. I’m not going to apologize to you about the money I have and make. All I want right now is you.” He kissed me so slowly it made my body ache. I was losing to Hurricane Lukas.