Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.59.No Riley Left Behind.<3

Surprisingly, the ride wasn't tense and I feel as if I owe that entirely to Zay. His presence is tension easing and incredibly entertaining. If Lucas wasn't so self-conscious about losing me in general, I'd probably play along with his never ending efforts to flirt with me – scratch that, his never ending efforts to annoy his best friend. "Zay I'm going to break your face." Lucas replies calmly, too calm if you ask me, especially since his grip on me tightens. "Don't make me get blood on my suit before we even get there."

"Maybe later than?" Zay quips while we make a left hand turn.

"You're getting pretty effing close." Playfully I smack Lucas' chest to draw his attention away from the nerve wracking Zay and onto me. Call me selfish, but I like it when he watches me. His stare should unnerve me because he might as well be looking straight into my soul, but it doesn't. His loving gaze makes me feel whole and complete, what I'm afraid of is ever losing that 'complete' feeling that Lucas Friar and only Lucas Friar can give me. I love Maya don't get me wrong, she's my peaches and my sister from another mister but this 'attachment' I have for Lucas is stronger.

Much stronger.

I hear Lucas and Zay arguing again as I'm lost in my thoughts, but I feel a pair of eyes on me. Glancing at my boyfriend he's trying to kill Zay with his glare who is so oblivious – I dare say worse than me – as he just stares out the window taking in New York and, I'm sure trying to come up with another sarcastic remark to get under Lucas' skin. Maybe that's why they became friends, I used to always give him sarcastic remarks to get under his skin. Was Zay my replacement?! Where was I? Oh, right! Eyes. If it wasn't Zay, and it wasn't Lucas... a pair of cerulean orbs stare at me. I mean it isn't bad, but only because he isn't watching me with a glare or a sort of predator gaze. It's as if he's taking me all in. I'm sure it's because yet again, I'm wearing something completely out of the norm for myself. Lucas leans over and places his lips beside my ear, I can feel his hot breath fanning against my face. "You are attracting quite a bit of attention." And I'm blushing again, and this time I can't blame it on the cool November air. "Charlie keep your eyes to yourself." He spats out, eyes trained on me.

And that's how the ride turned awkward real quick.

5 minutes of a tension filled ride later and we're pulling up to a swanky hotel. Ooo, fancy. A few reporters are outside holding cameras, I wasn't really expecting that. But I guess this shindig is a step up from the city dinner a few months ago. "Just smile sweet cheeks, a few pictures and we'll go inside. Don't say anything."

Giggling, I decide to give him a hard time. "What's wrong baby? Afraid I'll tell them that it took you years to finally tell me how you felt?"

His lips fall on mine, though it was sweet and gentle it was way too fast for my taste. "Yes." I start to laugh as his hand snakes around my waist to pull me into him. Charlie and Zay are a few steps behind, Zay is just soaking this up. Waving and winking at random people as if he were on the red carpet, oh what the hell. I am literally on a red carpet.

"So does like everyone know you're the heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune?"

Smoldering emeralds glance down at me, seemingly amused. "Everyone here does, yes. Uncle Brett thought this would be a good way for me to interact with our current clients, that's why this event was expanded. To begin to gain other's trust as well as sealing the deal on a new investment."

Nodding my head in understanding, I divulge a smile for a few more pictures before I'm urging Lucas inside. I'm pretty sure I have frostbite and hypothermia all at once. Stepping inside this hotel is more than lavish, marble floors and an intensely gorgeous chandelier hangs above us. Lucas standing tall and proud leads us towards the elevator as if he's done this a million times. If anyone were to look at him, they'd see a confident and powerful man. And while both of those words are true they don't quite do him justice, I can also see that he's a nervous man. One who has no idea what to expect but he's going to play it off as best he can. Mirrors surround us in the elevator, and I'm already warming up. Hesitantly I glance up at Lucas, as if he can feel me staring at him he turns to look at me. I give him a reassuring smile and lean in to peck his cheek, silently telling him that I'm here for him. This is his first big event within the business and he's representing the company that his father built, which I'm sure means more to him than his words can explain.