And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Accident intention

I'm in his private jet.
Well, that escalated quickly...

Right now, I'm seated next to the Lucas. Yes, next to Lucas.
"So, we're off to our honeymoon, sweetheart, How do you feel?" He said smirking at me.

"Whoa, I'm so excited!" I shrugged mocking excitement. He rolled his eyes at my reaction and continued playing flappy bird on his phone.

Ten minutes and a meal later, Lucas had his head on my shoulder and was snoring softly. I leaned back in my seat, making sure not to wake him up and looked around. There was another pair of seats on the other side which were empty, but Lucas came to sit with me. I looked back at Lucas, who was sleeping peacefully.

How did he get to sleep in a short time?
I can never sleep in planes. They're uncomfortable no matter what class.

I couldn't help but smile the way he was sleeping so carelessly.
This man, sleeping like a little child on my shoulder is the CEO of a billionaire company. Shocker?

His hair, which was jet black with dark brown highlights was as usual messily placed. I had a sudden urge to touch his hair. It looked so soft and tempting! I looked back at his face to confirm he was fast asleep.
I brought my hand forward and touched a strand with the tip of my finger, making sure he wouldn't wake up.

He has enough man pride anyway...

I slowly leaned forward and felt his hair softly, making no fast movement to jerk him awake. Liking the feeling of his soft messy hair but scared if he wakes up, I finally moved back into my seat. A smile etched onto my lips as I enjoyed the lingering feeling. I tilted my head to look back at him, but found him staring at me with a smirk. His eyes were half open, meaning he was still sleepy. Looking at his lazy smirk, I couldn't help but smirk myself in amusement as well.

"Sweetheart, I never knew you loved my hair so much..."
I froze as my eyebrows rose. Well done Candy.

"I- no- you-bug-no-" I tried to make up some lie but he lazily grabbed my hand and placed it back in his hair, lazily smiling full now. "You can touch my hair anytime... I'm all yours." He winked and placed his hands under his face as he looked at me, the smile never leaving his face. To hide my expression, I turned my face towards the window as I covered my smile. My hand was awkwardly in his hair but I started playing with a strand, and that lead to ruffling his hair. Placing my hands back in my lap, I looked back at him. He was in a sitting position as he stared blankly ahead. His mouth was parted but his right eyebrow was raised. He was deep in thought.

"Whatcha thinking, boss?" I asked him trying to get over the still lingering feeling I had in my fingers. I bit my lip as he faced me, stuck his tongue out childishly at me and leaned towards me.

Not that it looked childish, it looked...
Never mind.

"Your hands are big." He stated randomly. My eyes grew wide in astonishment.

"You don't tell a girl that! Plus, your hands are bigger!" I scoffed.
He then smirked at me as his eyes twinkled, and said, "I guess then they would fit perfectly in mine."
At his cheesy pickup line, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He laughed along.

"Seriously Lucas, was that cheesy pickup line necessary?" I laughed again.
"Yes, but why didn't you blush or something?" He asked.

"I don't blush..."I said more to myself.

"Yes you do! you blushed when we kissed!" He stated bluntly.

Way to go little Lukey...

I opened my mouth to retort, but then shut it as I couldn't come up with any. Then the feeling of that kiss returned...

"You're blushing!" He sang.

"Psst... no!" I said and rolled my eyes. But smiled anyway.

Asshole.

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"This is my wife, say Hi Candy!" Lucas played as we went up to the hotel reception.

No. He was showing me as his wife.

I rolled my eyes, but the young receptionist tried to giggle.
Yes, she tried to giggle.

"So, Mr. Lucas, under that name it says you booked only one room, which falls under the category of 'newly wed couples'. Am I right?" She spoke to Lucas as she batted her eyes seductively.

Great. Another barbie to deal with.

Lucas leaned forward, and she started to twirl one strand of her hair flirtatiously at him.
"Sure it's the one. Hope the room service is great." He winked and looked back at me. She bit her lip.

I didn't know what crawled into me but I did something I never thought I would. I wrapped my arm around his and pulled him into me, and said bitchily to the receptionist, "Newly weds it is. Let's go Lukeyyy..."

Lucas grabbed the keys from the counter and walked to the elevator, our arms still attached. I quickly let go of his arm and crossed them since we were out of the receptionist's sight.

"Somebody's jealous!" Lucas sang wiggling his eyebrows.

"No I'm not! She-"

"Yes you are sweetheart!"

"She was wasting our time!"

"Really?" He asked, acting as if he was deep in thought. Then quickly said, "I guess I'll go to her in our free time." He said enthusiastically. I simply rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall of the elevator. Then I remembered, one room.

One room.

"Why are we sharing a room Lucas Banks? I won't stay with you!"

"But-"

"I need my own room! I need to stay alone! You-"

"Yea right but-"

"No! I'll just pay for-" He quickly placed his finger on my lips as he came close to me in such a way that I was pressed against the wall.

Well,,, that was fast...

Ladies and gentleman, this is how you make an elevator wall-Candy-Lucas sandwich.

And then all those feelings of heavy breathing, spine tingling sensation and fast heartbeat came back. He smirked at his effect on me and his eyes darted to my lips. But my nerves were too much in shock. He looked back at my scared expression and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Every love story starts with a couple accidentally sharing a room. Think of it as an intended action?" He kissed the corner of my jaw leaving me with goosebumps, smirked and leaned back, his eyes not leaving mine.

I gulped and blinked. Being the first one to break eye contact, I fiddled with my hands.

Wait... does he read love stories?
Why am I thinking of this question...

Wait... love stories?
And I thought his manly pride wouldn't let him...

Wait... love?

As my body became to its normal self, I thought to myself. Maybe I have just a little more, small teeny weeny more, um, attraction towards Lucas than a normal crush...

That's a problem. I just want him to fire me, but he's attracting me towards himself. And it's happening just like the way he wants. But, am I his toy like he has others?
I need to find that out to make further plans.

Or else, I'm broken.