CHAPTER 38
"Hello." I say, addressing the speaker on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Mr. Godfrey, I'm Claudia Carter, Lucas's mother." She formally proceeds.
Ah, mother, that should be a bit easier than the skeptical dad's ted talk.
"Please, call me Damian. There's no need for formalities, Mrs. Carter." I say, kind of relieved.
"Just Claudia, please. My boy has grown up so much, and he told me how happy you make him, Damian. He once dreamed of such a love story in his life, with a fairtytale prince. And now, the fairytale prince, that is you — are real. You have a lot of expectations to live up to." She speaks, and I freeze.
Living upto somebody's expectations? I don't remember doing that. What if, I let Lucas down? Or, I let his parents down? I shake my head and say, "Claudia, rest be assured, I'll take care of him, till my last breath."
"Oh my, I know you will. You're quite the self-made young man, who takes all his responsibilities and succeeds in fulfilling them. It's just that... Lucas grew up so fast, it's overwhelming." I hear her stifle sobs.
"Jesus, Claudia. Don't cry, please. Lucas isn't going anywhere. I promise, he will still be your little boy." I say, smiling.
"Thank you so much, Damian. His dad wants to talk as well." She informs me non chalantly.
This can go either ways, but I've to get this done just as beautifully as I did the first half.
"Hello. Damian, I assume? I'm Lucas's dad. Steven Carter." A glum voice speaks.
"Nice to talk to you, Mr. Carter. And yes, it's the same Damian." I try to sound as calm as possible.
"Only Steven will do. My boy is completely head over heels for you. And, I can see that he's made quite a good decision." He speaks. Oh. When did Lucas say that to his parents? I'm glad he feels that way about me, though.
"How nice of you to say that, Steve. I assure you that he's in good hands. I'll take care of him." I state, as I hear him sigh.
"Yes, I know you will." He says, in a deeper voice.
"So, can I ask you for his hand in marriage? Now that you trust that I'll take care of him." I ask, silently praying for him to say yes.
"Yeah, you have his hand in marriage. He's completely smitten by you. He went as far as saying that you bewitch him every time he sees you." He proceeds, as I look at Lucas, who's now sitting on the bed, half naked.
"Did he, now?" I ask Steven, as I feel Lucas's eyes running up and down my naked front.
"Yes, he did. And, Lucas is a tender soul. Take care of him." His voice suddenly changes a stern one.
Oh, a warning by Steven Carter? Protective dad, huh. Sounds nice.
"Be assured, Steven. I fully intend to." I speak confidently, as my subconscious pats my back.
"Good night, Damian." He speaks, breaking the silence.
"Good night, Steve." I say, finishing the conversation. Now, at least, that's been dealt with.
Assuming that Steven would've hanged up by now, I slam the phone down on the table as I climb on my bed with Lucas underneath me.
"Fuck, you've gotten me so turned on." I exclaim, as I trap his lips between mine, as he lets out a satisfied groan.
Fervently kissing me back, as our kisses get sloppier, I hear him plead, "Please, Damian, please."
I arch an eyebrow at him, asking, "Please what?"
"Fuck me." He rapidly says, as I pull down his pants, and moaning loudly at the sight of him, I unbuckle my belt, and pull down my trousers as I push myself inside him.
"Oh, fuck!" He gasps, as I quicken my pace, and after some time, we both reach our hurried climax as I pull myself out of him and lie beside him, covered with satin sheets on my bed.