Always Running (MATURE CONTENT)

CHAPTER 11

Lucas sat across from the Chairman of the Healy Group and stared at him. If he had learned anything throughout his life it was how to read people.

Channing Marshall was a man of few words. What he said cut to the heart of the matter. His balding head held what used to be brown hair now almost all white. His eagle like features were hard and there was a certain kindness in his eyes, but Lucas was wary, nonetheless. His build was not large, yet he was not a small man. He was tall, not as tall as Lucas' six feet five inches, Channing was around six feet at most and his size was nothing compared to Lucas' size. Channing was a slim man, toned and not imposing.

"I need some time to go over the proposition," Lucas said, keeping eye contact with the old man. "The amount you're asking for is not what I'd call small."

Channing leaned forward keeping eye contact with Lucas for a moment before turning his gaze away. Lucas smiled internally. The only person that was able to lock eyes with him had been Nessa and he loved that.

"The center the Healy Group is wanting to build would not only benefit young women who are abused but all women. This center will not only offer counseling to help women restore their lives, but it will also offer its services to the young men who might have strayed down the path of violence."

"You're planning on having young, violent men around women who have been abused? I don't think I like that idea at all." Lucas furrowed his brow.

"Of course, we wouldn't have the young men near the women. The facility would be completely separate from the women." Channing explained.

"Give me a week Mr. Marshall, I'll contact you the moment I have reached a decision." Lucas stood up holding his hand out to the older man signaling that their meeting was over.

After Channing Marshall left his office all Lucas wanted to do was go home and wrap his arms around Nessa. She had been doing better and she was beginning to feel more at home.

"Mr. McAllister." Tom peeked his head in the door.

"What is it Tom?" Lucas had his chair facing the back wall which was all glass. He daydreamed about Nessa and her luscious curves and how lovely it was to have her legs wrapped around him. He wanted to bury himself inside her again and hear her cry out his name over and over again with ecstasy. He hadn't wanted to pressure her the last few days, but he was about to burst with desire for her.

"I have a Miss Foster waiting to see you," Tom announced.

Lucas turned around in his chair and looked at his assistant with an eyebrow raised. "Did I have an appointment with her this morning? What group or company is she with?" Lucas pulled up his schedule for the week on his laptop and saw nothing scheduled for a Miss Foster.

"She says—"

"Move aside wimpy." Nessa cut Tom off and pushed her way into Lucas' office. She walked over to where Lucas sat and leaned down to peck his lips. "I believe you and I have a meeting this morning Mac." She grinned at him and his cock twitched in his pants.

"Cancel my morning, Tom," Lucas ordered without taking his hungry eyes off Nessa.

"Yes, Mr. McAllister." Tom left the office and Nessa walked over to the door and locked it.

She had woken up that morning after sleeping a few more hours than the night before and decided she wanted to see Lucas...needed to see him actually. She had asked Lilian to borrow a dress and she had smiled from ear to ear and had dressed her in a white and lavender floral dress with a dark lavender belt accentuating her small waist. The V-neckline showed just enough cleavage and her sandals were white with a four-inch heel that made her much taller.