Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Eighteen

Lucian Montenegro

It was now Thursday and she claims that I've been bothering her all day. "I'm not doing anything." I chuckled, walking into the elevator with her.

"Yes, you are. You're following me everywhere. I'm literally just going downstairs to get printing paper." She said.

"But it's time to leave."

"I'm not a fool, Lucian. We still have an hour." She mocked my words from a while ago.

"That is a horrible impression of me." I shook my head.

"I wasn't trying to impersonate you. Now if you keep this up, the rules will apply at home too." She warned, and I raised an eyebrow when she referred to my house as home. But it made me smile.

"Is 'home' my house and yours?"

"What?" She looked at me.

"You referred to my house as home. Does that count for your place too?"

"Uh, I don't know. Would you consider it to be?" The elevator dinged and we walked out.

"I don't know, we don't live together. Would you like to?" I asked and she stopped walking, pulling my arm to make me stop too.

"Are you asking me to permanently move in with you?" She blinked. "Are you asking me if I want to live with you?"

I shrugged. "Do you?"

"Um. Let's come back to that topic when our three months are up. Give it time?" She smiled but I could tell there was something stuck in her brain.

I kissed the back of her hand, though confused. "Of course."

We walked to the storage closet and she groaned. "I need your height."

"Aw, it's okay. Being short isn't the worst thing in the world. Then again, I wouldn't know." I teased, reaching for the paper on the top shelf.

"Of course you wouldn't know, you're a fucking tree." She cursed.

I put a finger on her lips. "No cursing in the workplace."

"We curse in your office." She argued.

"Si, but my office is my personal office. It is not considered as a public workplace, therefore no cursing outside of my office."

"If you don't like my rules, I won't fucking follow yours." She smirked.

"Peyton..." This was getting a bit irritating.

"What are you gonna do, spank me?" She took the paper from my hands and pivoted on her heels to turn around and walk away.

A small smile played at my lips as I caught up with her in the elevator. "When we get home, of course."

Her cheeks adorably emitted red and she let out a pout. "You suck."

"That's not my job."

"You're so inappropriate."

The elevator dinged and she hurried out, but I instantly caught up with her. "All I said was that sucking wasn't my job." Lucas happened to hear what I said and gave me a weird look.