Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Thirty

We eventually got out of the heavenly bath and he just stayed in his underwear when we ate dinner and desert before going straight back upstairs. I changed into a grey sports bra and joggers. He was laying on his stomach, looking at his phone and scrolling in his emails, as that's the only other thing he uses his phone for.

I sat on his butt and he didn't say anything. He should be used to me sitting on him by now. I rubbed his muscular back, adding just enough pressure. "You carry a lot of stress in your back."

"I've got to put it somewhere. Do you want to get married in a church?" He asked.

"Nah. Not religious—I don't really believe in anything." My mother was a Christian woman, and my father just went to church with her. As soon as I moved out, I dropped all of the religious stuff. I never believed in it much in the first place. "Unless you do."

"Not really. So where do you want to marry me?"

"I've always wanted to have or go to a wedding at Gotham Hall. It's so pretty there." I smiled. "But reservations made so soon would be impossible to get."

"Have you forgotten that I earn over ten million a year? I could buy Gotham Hall." He said obviously, leaving me to roll my eyes at how rich he was. I didn't have a problem with it, it was just a ridiculous amount of pocket money he had. He personally took 40% of Monte L's earnings and gave 20% to his employees, which is a lot more than it sounds. Working under Lucian was one of the highest paying jobs you could have in America.

"Got it, rich boy. Anything else?" Of course there is.

"I'll leave you to take care of your dress. Just tell me the colors you want and I'll set up everything." He said before taking a sharp breath when I hit a tense spot in his lower back. So I focused there. "You're great at this." He breathed.

"I got bored during my fourth year of architectural college and got licensed for this. Can we have a really subtle gold and white?"

"Yes, I know they're your favorite colors besides pink."

"I only picked gold because it makes your eyes prettier than they already are." I grinned. I could see his ears tinting red, as they did every time I complimented him.

"Yeah yeah. I'll take care of the decor and expenses and you just focus on invitations, dresses, and things like what wine's being served. So that way we get things done before our mothers freak out about it. Sound good?"

"Mhm." I continued to massage the muscles in his back and shoulders until he was no longer tense. He turned onto his back the most relaxed he's been in awhile, and I was glad I made that happen. "Are you good, lover?"

"I feel great, Peyton." He said. I leaned down to hug his waist, as I loved doing so. He began to rub my back again. "Thank you for doing all of this. I love you so much."

"I love you too babe. I'd do this for you anytime you want. You deserve it." I moved up to kiss him. "You know, we don't have to sleep just yet." I smiled against his lips.

"Wasn't planning on it." His arm clasped around my waist and he rolled us over as he kissed me again.

Lucian Montenegro

I woke up two hours early early the next morning, and I knew on Saturdays she got up way earlier than my usual 12 pm. I threw on some underwear and pants and headed downstairs, knowing she gave Amos and Johannes the weekend off.