Delude Your Darlings (ManxMan)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Lucien Devereaux's POV:

Ah, I finally got let back to work today from Sebastian. I am ecstatic to be a productive human being once again. I did not mind waking up at the arse crack of dawn. In fact, I loved it because I despised being confined all alone in Sebastian's apartment like a captive creature. Literally, all I did there was sleep, eat, shower, wank off, and repeat. No matter how glamorous he fervently claims his house to be, the unbearable feelings of loneliness and misery invariably kicked in, and it made me feel so worthless.

Although, my optimism gradually faded away because today, I was going to ask Sebastian regarding my dancing.

"Sir, I hope I am not intruding," I announced, peering through the slight ajar crack of his door.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow in askance as he stapled a thick pile of documents together. "Lucien, why do you still call me that? For heaven's sake, you are dating me." He responded while motioning to shut the door behind me. I stepped into his office room, sashaying as I turned to face him.

I bit my lip as I flashed him a seductive smirk. "Yeah, I know. But, um, calling you that makes me turned on," I told him, whispering the last part as I let out an alluring moan.

Immediately, Sebastian's eyes widened to the size of the modern clock that hung on the grey wall. "Lucien, stop it, enough." He grumbled out through clenched teeth.

Perhaps I could get lucky right here. "Why should I stop it, hmm? Do you want me to refer to you as Daddy, instead?" I innocently inquired as I gradually ran my hands over my body in a sensual manner.

Sebastian quietly panted while lust brimmed over in his greedy green eyes. "Lucien! I will send you right back on bedrest if you do not stop it." Sebastian asserted with an authoritative and menacing tone that could make you obey his every command without any hesitation whatsoever.

Ah, it looks like I am not getting lucky today. Damn it. I am horny now. I loudly sighed in defeat as I rested my hand on Sebastian's charcoal-colored desk. "Okay, okay, fine. Jokes aside, I wanted to speak to you about something important." I said as he motioned for me to go on. "Now that I am dating you, I was wondering if I could still dance at Perpetual Passion? I understand if you will say no because-." I attempted to let out, only to get rudely interrupted by Sebastian placing his finger to my plump lips.

He cocked his head at me with an expression of uncertainty plastered on his face. "Well, of course, you can still dance there. I see no reason that you had to ask me for permission. You are an adult, and why should I tell you what to do? Although it might make me a little envious seeing all the guys stare at you. But, I will be there right beside you to fend off those creeps." Sebastian stated while smiling quite sincerely as he turned back to his heaps of documents.

Now, this comes as a shocking revelation. He is supposed to tell me no, I can not dance. Why is he letting me slut myself out? Does he not care about me? Is that why he is not telling me what to do? "B-But what will the tabloids say about me? They will call me a slutty skank or something worse." I whispered, trembling at the mere thought of yet another exposé by the media.

Sebastian loudly scoffed as he rolled his gorgeous eyes in contempt. "Who gives a damn about the foolish tabloids? They need to get a life if they keep watching ours every minute. I love you, and I know that you love me. I trust you, and I know that you would not cheat on me, so why do you have to stop doing what you love to do?" He explained while gently caressing my hand with his.