My Most Precious One(40)

“Holy shit Lukas!” I shrieked.

“Next time you want to run just come here.” He said in a very demanding voice. I whipped around giving him a look, he huffed “please” he gritted his teeth.

“Admit you overreacted and it’s a deal.” I waited pretending to be impatient by tapping my foot.

“Only if you admit I’m your boyfriend.” He cocked a grin thinking he had one over me.

“I don’t know about that, I mean boy really doesn’t fit your persona.” I smirked.

“What are you trying to say babe?” He brooded. I shrugged and waved my hand in front of his face.

“It’s your face.” He froze. “You’re more of a man than a boy so I think I’ll call you my manfriend. Take it or leave it.” He closed the gap between us, his dominate aura coming at me.

“You’re a pain in my ass you know that right?” He leaned in and kissed me on my lips. “I’m sorry I might have overacted before.”

I pushed my head back and looked at him. “Might?” He leaned in closer.

“Ok fine I overreacted. I just want you safe. I can’t lose you now that I found you.” He breathed. I smirked and kissed him.

“You won’t lose me as long as you talk to me. If you keep pushing the way you do, I’m only going to walk away. It’s the only way I know.” I confessed.

“Shut up and kiss me woman.” He laced his fingers through my hair and pushed my head in closer. God he was addictive.

“I want to take my womanfriend out for dinner.” I smacked his hard chest.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked and he shrugged. “Are you calling me old?” I clamored.

He smiled “No baby I’m calling you mine.” I nuzzled in his arms his chest felt so good right now. “Sure as long as I get to go home and change.” He shook his head in silence.

“Lukas!” I pleaded.

“No need babe I took care of it.”

He took me back to his closet and walked me to the end of it. A small section of it had female clothes hanging. “Lukas” I whispered.

“I want you here with me whenever possible.” He stated. I stepped closer to the clothes and began touching them. “It’s even the style I like.” I whispered. I took note of the bright colors with sophisticated cuts, jeans and vintage tees and tank tops.

“Look at the bottom.” He grinned. I pushed the jeans that hung on the hangers…oh dear lord mother of god I hit the pot of fucken gold….shoes. He got me runners, converses, Onitsuka Tigers and lord I nearly had a meltdown, he had even gotten me Louboutins and Giuseppe Zanotti pumps. “Lukas!” I screamed.

“I’m assuming that high pitch squeal that just came out of you meant you like them.” I looked up at him, awestruck. He almost doubled over with laughter. “You should see your face.” His laughter was nice to hear, it was loud and hardy.

“Lukas…” I finally said. He mock gasped “This cannot be? I rendered you speechless. So next time I want you to shut up I should just give you shoes.” I nodded incoherently, he laughed out loud. “Duly noted!”

He stood behind me and leaned down. “I wanted to buy you more but I was afraid of that pride of yours would get in the way.” I turned and kissed his cheek. “I love that you got me all this thank you so much, but I don’t want you thinking that that’s why I’m here.” He smiled “Oh I know why you’re here.” He said in a very cocky manner. “It’s the sex babe. I rock your world.”

He winked and yanked me away from my treasure trove. “It’s time for breakfast and if I wasn’t mistaken I remember someone saying they were going to cook for me.” He smiled devilishly.

“Who was that again?” I asked him with a stupid grin on my face not able to hide my excitement whereby ruining my mock joke. He slapped my ass and I squealed again.

“I can cook in your kitchen?” I asked excited about this notion, he rolled his eyes. “Yes babe, you can do what you like with my kitchen.”

I ran down the stairs and stood in front of it, I could almost hear the angelic music as I stood in awe of this gorgeous man made heaven. “What is it?” He wondered but I shushed him. “Nothing I think I just came in my yoga pants.” He sucked his teeth. “Not funny Alexia! I only make you cum.” I tilted my head and looked at him sideways “You and your kitchen.”

After he explained to me where most of his stuff was I told him to make his coffee and sit at the counter so he could be out of my way. I took a frying pan out twirling it in my hands. “So you have skills?”