Chapter 34 Stuck
LUCIEN
That woman was bringing out a part of me I thought never existed. It was funny yet intriguing that what was supposed to be a one-time thing became something I wanted every day till forever. I just couldn’t get enough of that woman. She had invaded every part of me—my work life, my thoughts, my daily activities, my head… everywhere. She was everywhere, and she hadn’t realized it yet…
That I wanted something more… something more than being her boss. Something more than just sleeping with her. I wanted her in my arms, beside me. I wanted her scent to fill my house and her voice to be the first thing I hear every morning.
I wanted to protect her… from everyone.
But she was oblivious… or just pretending to be.
What the hell were all these feelings? Why did I feel like touching her every time I laid my eyes on her?
But she didn’t seem to feel the same. She didn’t seem to want me. She kept calling me her boss, as though building a fence between us. It broke my heart. How I wished I could grab her neck, shove my dick into her throat, and correct how she addressed me.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I hit the steering wheel, frustrated and confused. I had just left her side a moment ago, and I already missed her this much. No doubt, I’d been hypnotized by her. I was going crazy over her.
I pulled up at a club and stepped out.
When I walked in, the whole place was buzzing—people on the dance floor, drunkards swerving everywhere, couples making out, and others spraying cash around.
“Welcome, Mr. Dray,” the bartender greeted me as soon as he saw me. “Mr. Smith is waiting in the VIP lounge. She will take you there.” He pointed at a blonde-haired girl beside the bar.
She bowed slightly and led the way. In no time, we got to the VIP lounge. The loud music from the main club faded and was replaced by soft music.
She stopped by the door and stepped aside for me to pass through, then left.
As soon as I walked into the room, I saw two girls straddling Damian. His head was thrown back, his eyes shut as he laughed hysterically and smacked their backsides.
I picked up the glass of wine on the table and splashed some on his face. He jerked, startled, and opened his eyes. His expression of shock softened into a smile as soon as he saw me.
“You’re such a bastard, dude,” he mumbled, laughing.
“That’s not something you should be saying,” I replied, pointing at the girls straddling him with a glare, and he understood immediately.
“I haven’t explored women as much as you, dude. Don’t make me look bad when I was just enjoying myself.”
Ignoring him, I settled on the couch and poured myself a drink. I downed the contents of the glass at once. The burning sensation in my throat hit harder than anything else. It was exactly what I needed tonight to ease the frustration stirring within me. I poured another glass and took a large gulp.
Damian stood up and joined me on the couch. With his hand on my shoulder, he sat beside me.
“What’s wrong with you, dude? You look troubled.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I gulped another mouthful of wine.
“Talk to me.” He patted me firmly. “Maybe your brother might have a solution.”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Then why did you just get here? You came an hour later than the agreed time,” he said, snatching the glass from me and taking a sip.
I sighed and leaned back against the couch. “Nothing.”
“No way,” he snickered. “I know that look whenever I see it. Something is going on.”
I remained silent.
Then he snapped his fingers, and the women came over. They leaned over me, pushing their faces close. They ran their tongues over my face. Afterward, the first girl sat on my lap, pressing against my groin and slowly moving her hips. The second knelt beside me, her hands roaming over my chest and face. She pushed her breasts forward and placed my hands on them.
I touched them and smacked the first girl’s bare backside, but I felt nothing. It was as though I’d become numb.
Instead of getting aroused, I grew irritated, and before things could go further, I shoved them off me.
“Leave!” I ordered.
They exchanged glances with Damian, who looked equally surprised, and didn’t move.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growled. “Get out.”
They hurried out immediately.
I poured myself another full glass of wine and gulped it down.
“This is surprising, Lucien. Those girls you chased out are the hottest in this place,” Damian finally said after seconds of stunned silence. “I bet you can’t find anyone better than them here.”
“I don’t need anyone.” I took another gulp. I was trying to get drunk… maybe that would get this woman out of my head.
Damian scoffed. “That’s a joke, right? You’ve always gone after the hottest women in every club you visit. Why is today different?”
I stayed quiet. Every question he asked was valid, yet I had no answers. Why? Why did I feel nothing when they touched me, yet react just from thinking about Sienna?
“Talk to me, bro,” Damian nudged me. “What’s going on? This isn’t you. You’re even trying to get yourself drunk.”
My fingers ran through my hair as I let out a breath.
“Is it about the woman I saw that day?” he asked, his brows furrowing.
I lifted my gaze to him, surprised at how easily he figured it out.
His eyes widened. “What… don’t tell me it’s really because of a woman?” He covered his mouth and burst into laughter. “This is unbelievable.”
I know, right? Even I couldn’t believe I was this stuck. I didn’t know how it happened so fast.
“You rejected two women for just one?” His tone carried disbelief.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” I muttered, setting the glass down.
“Yes, bro.” He slung an arm around my shoulder and leaned closer. “Something is definitely wrong with you—and it’s love… unfortunately,” he teased.
My chest tightened at his words. There’s no fucking way that could be true.
“Shut your mouth if you don’t have something reasonable to say,” I muttered. It was the most I’d spoken since I walked in.
“You don’t believe me?” He nudged me. “You think you’re so—”
“Don’t make me cut your tongue, Damian,” I growled, and he immediately shut up.
Deep down, I knew he might be right, but the thought terrified me. Love? I don’t do that.
I’d vowed never to love anyone. This couldn’t be love. Maybe I just hadn’t had enough of her yet. Maybe I hadn’t satisfied myself. I was certain these feelings would disappear after banging her a few more times.