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eighteen

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I left the office, a feeling beneath my ribs settling over my heart. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one that squeezed your heart but it wasn't exactly hurt. It was something deep, but not quite describable. I had expected a cold reaction, but I hadn't expected a very cold one. I couldn't tell if ending things was a mistake...or not.

Surely he couldn't expect me to apologize? Because God knows I've had it with his possessiveness. He didn't own me, and I didn't want to own him. He could fuck whoever he wanted, even if it was a bitchy redhead named Cecily.

It had been only two days, but somehow they were too long. My nights had been empty because I had nothing to do. I usually spent them getting fucked out of my mind but now I just slept early, straight after dinner.

The day I went out—when Louis acted like an annoying possessive lover—to see George and his new boyfriend, I was thrilled and too excited to have a talk with Louis about where I was going. I could've explained later, had he not thrown a fit.

But now, I think my body aches for his touch but my pride is too strong for me to grovel. He was a good lover, not only because of his size and his ridiculously perfect mouth. He was also smart, knowing his way around a woman's body. My expectations about him the first time I met him were nothing like reality. I had suspected he was a good lover, but not this good.

He probably was designed to drive women insane, but I wouldn't tell him that.

I had reviewed my report one last time in front of Mr Ryan and was just waiting for the date of the reopening. That'll give me plenty of days with nothing important to do.

On the last hour of my day, I decided to go to Starlight, since I was allowed there, anyway.

It was chaotic, unlike the last time I was there. There were architects, tons of architects and I recognized Ian Levy, who was barking orders with a stern expression that had me nervous.

But the expression softened a little when he saw me. "Lola. Was not expecting to see you here."

"I had nothing better to do," I mumbled, looking around. "Just thought I'd get a hint of how things are going."

"I wouldn't give a hint anyway, but you're quite special." I smiled politely, listening carefully as he launched into the details about how the preparations were going so far.

Room Nine had been fixed, redecorated and polished. It looked fascinating, and smelled of leather and paint. The smell was heavy, so I believed they were going to leave it open for some time.

I was just taking a tour around Section Four when my feet stopped in front of the room Louis and I were in. Room One. I unlocked the door, mindful to the crowd of men working and yelling. The room was instantly quiet and isolated once the door was closed.

The memories came back vivid. Louis towering over me, eyes dark with lust and triumph at my reaction to the clamps. The smoothness of his dick when I held it in my hand and even the echo of his fingers inside me. It was too much, and I looked away from where we stood not so long ago.

I opened the door, deciding that it was a bad idea to bask in need when I had no one to take care of it for me. I locked the door behind my back and left the hall altogether.

Ian was talking to someone and I knew that hair like my name. Of course Louis would be here the time I decided to be. Universe, thanks for ruining my life constantly.

Love,

Lola.

I smiled at Ian when he beamed. He was a hell of a man, all rugged and sexy. I bet the wife was stunning...and definitely lucky. Louis turned around and I admired the way he looked hotter and each time.

It was starting to bother me.

"What are you doing here?" his tone was soft, but I know the question was bitten with rudeness in his head.

"I reckon we agreed that what I do is none of your business." I smiled sweetly, mocking him. His jaw clenched, and he glared at Ian, who rolled his eyes and sent me a small smile before walking away.

I was practically shoved against the bar, blue eyes glazing with anger as he stared at me.

"I'm so tired of you," he growled. "I'm so overly done with your infuriating little attitude, so let me tell you something. I can take you out of this job just as I let you in. Don't fucking mess with my head, Lola. I don't care what you do with your life—I learnt from the best—but my job is a red line. You cross it, I take you down."

I don't think I took a breath for god knows how long.

"Did you just—?" He actually threatened me with my job? I stared at him dumbly.

He leaned closer, and my breath spiked up right away. Asshole or not, I wanted him.

"Yeah, I did," he smirked, backing away from me. "Get over it, Cherry."

I fumed silently while I watch him as he walked away.

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I drove home that night, my mind still stuck on the conversation we had. Or for better words, the threat he threw at me. I knew Louis loved his job but not this much to risk mine. I wasn't even doing anything related to his job; I was just touring the club for Christ's sake.

Men were crazy pigs sometimes.

I was unlocking my apartment when Charlotte called my name from behind the door. I frowned, not sure why she was hiding behind it. I walked the short distance between the apartments and she smiled at me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"No, no," she shook her head to emphasize her point. "I just haven't seen you the last two days so I was spying to see if it was you or my brother."

"Oh." At the mention of her brother, I felt a weird awareness and turned around instinctively. He was indeed approaching us.

How had my body recognized him so well, even when he was an asshole? I sensed his presence whenever I was in the same place with him; it was as a second nature to me. Had he felt this awareness too?

"Lottie," he smiled. "Are you ready, yet?" It's only now that I noted how dressed up she was.

"Oh, give me a minute." She mumbled and fled away, leaving the door ajar. It was awkward for me to stand there with him after what happened today, so I retreated silently.

"Lola." I paused when I heard his voice, and hated my body for the way it softened as if trying to pull me to him. The attraction was still there, hot and white and so strong.

"What?" I turned around calmly, though I was boiling on the inside. "You got more threats I haven't heard?"

"No, dammit!" he sighed. We both heard the clink of Charlotte's heels and it was a signal that this tiny interaction was over.

"Have fun, Charlotte." I smiled at her, before going inside my apartment and shutting the door furiously.

I guess it would be another night of sleeping early.

I skipped dinner and took a shower, simply because I had nothing better to do. When I was done drying my hair and preparing my bed, I collapsed there, my brain shutting down on me.

I wouldn't think of anything else until the morning.

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Someone misses Louis's touch, huh? ;) the joke is on you Lola.