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039 WIDE AWAKE

It wasn't the warm morning sunshine peeking through my glass window nor the sound of soft footsteps outside my room cutting through my deep slumber which had woken me up. But the warm and hard object poking my thighs brought my awareness back into reality.1

With the remnants of sleep I still held to, I wiggled back to dreamland, wishing to continue the dream where I left off. But the 'thing'as I call it still pokes my thighs and it feels as though it had only become larger with my resistance.

My sleepy brain couldn't guess what it was and after a few wrong guesses I finally gave up. Returning back to sleep sounds more fun than trying to guess what it really was; however before I can even step a foot into the portal of slumber, warm muscled arms enclose me in a tight embrace.

A scream almost tore from my lips in panic and alarm. My eyes snap open to look at the man holding me in his arms.

It was Lucas!

I should have been swept with relief seeing his face but the sight of his peaceful countenance and the warmth of his naked body pressing on my equally naked body raised my panic and alarm to a different degree that I wasn't aware I was holding my breath until I felt my chest felt bloated with air. 

I released the air in my chest and took another deep breath to calm my jittery nerves. However, the breathing exercise to help me calm down proved to be ineffective. My heartbeat continued to abnormally beat and it felt like I'm having a mini heart attack at the moment.

As though finding us equally naked in bed wasn't embarrassing enough, last night's passionate love making came through my thoughts and I bit my lower lip to have something to focus on except on the erotic details of last night's activity. Despite trying to distract myself by chewing on my lips, the memory still flashes back in my memory like an HD film.

Damn. 

Last night was so wonderful. Just thinking about it made a blush spread on my cheeks and heat creep in between my thighs. 

I was still playing the scene over and over again in my head when Lucas mumbled something in his sleep. 

As I finally understand what he's saying, my lips parts open in disbelief hearing him say another woman's name.

My hand covers my mouth before a gasp comes out. Something that resembled jealousy pierced my heart like tiny needles. I can't resist the urge and I gently slap him on the cheeks to make him stop.

"Ouch." Lucas mumbles under his breath. His eyes slowly snap open.

"Who's Bella?" I confronted him before I could stop myself. Realizing it's none of my business, embarrassment rushes through me like a flood. My eyes avoid his gaze and lowers them to the soft stubbles in his jaw.

Something that resembled a chuckle and a groan emerged from his throat. His thumb and index finger pins my jaw and he tilts my chin forward and forces me to look back at him.

His sleepy eyes fluttered as he fought back the urge to fall into sleep's loving arms.

"You couldn't remember?" He asked. His soft, sleepy voice dried my throat. It made me want to lie on the bed, close my eyes and listen to that voice all day.

His sleepy eyes look rather amused.

"Remember what?" I bit back, a frown settling on my temples.

"Who Bella was."

"No I don't." I responded. "Was she the woman you met at the party last night?"

"No."

"An ex-girlfriend?"

"Definitely not."

"Then who was she?" I irritably bitback for patience wasn't my strong suit.

Instead of replying, Lucas mimicked a tiny female voice and he almost got me cracking with laughter when he said, "Don't call me Alexandria…. That's not my name… I am Bella. It's spelled B - E - L - L - A." 

My lips suddenly shaped into an O while rapidly blinking my eyes when the memories return and I realize I've made a fool of myself last night.

Did I really sound like a drunk fool last night?

Drowning into an ocean of embarrassment, I twisted on the bed until my back was turned on him and buried my face into a pillow as if it could cover how I really felt. His muscular arms remained wrapped around my body even afterwards.

"Did I do something even more embarrassing last night?" I mumbled, my face remained hidden into the pillow.

"Uhh, moaning? whimpering like a wild cat?" He replied rather innocently and I feel like slapping him hard on the cheeks for reminding me of that.

"That's not what I'm talking about! I mean about the party." 

Lucas chuckled under his breath. The urge to slap him again - with a pillow this time - intensified. He was laughing at me, how could he!

"Please don't make fun of me."

"I'm not, okay?" He replied. Burying his nose in my hair, he says nothing more.

"Answer my question then, did I do something more embarrassing last night?"

"Nothing." His sleepy, sexy voice replied. "You've been pretty talkative when you're drunk but let me assure you've been a good girl."

At least I didn't go ballistic last night nor did I do anything to ruin his sister's birthday. I thought to myself, relieving a sigh.

With my mind clear now, my attention settles back into what was poking the back of my thighs. It was hot, hard, and uh, long. It twitches every time it brushes against my behind.

Then it finally hit me like lightning crushing down on a tree. A yelp escaped my lips and my stiff back straightened, after escaping his grasp.

I look at his thighs. His hard and stiff erection greeted me good morning.

Heat rushed through my face, turning my cheeks tomato red.

"Don't stare at me as though you've just seen that for the first time." Lucas muttered, his hazel-green eyes dancing with mirth.

Like a slow-witted fool, no words came out of my lips. I just stared at his waving erection wondering if what I'm feeling was fascination, annoyance, or discomfort. Perhaps it was all of the above, clashing through me at the same time, creating a chaos of confusion.

A sudden knock sounded on the door, distracting us both from our dirty thoughts.

"Madam?" Thompson called behind the door. 

My eyes widened in horror, realizing my state of undress, I grabbed the blanket to cover myself from Lucas' feasting eyes.

I hope he goes away. I thought to myself as I chewed on my bottom lip. My gaze shifts on Lucas and realizes he was hoping the same.

"Should I send him away?" He whispered in my ear.

"No!" I gasped in horror, poking his ribs with my elbow. He groans in fake pain and rubs the spot as though it hurts.

"Madam? Your assistant is here." Thompson continued, knocking again, trying to awaken me with the sound just in case I was still asleep.

"Are you awake? We're going to be late for our first day of work." It was Samantha's voice.

Damn. I almost forgot I have work today.

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