Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Thirty-Five

"Baby wake up!" She threw one of her legs over me under the sheet and held onto my torso with her head against my shoulder blade.

"Mm.....no."

"Well, it's almost nine, you're late, and I'm due for the doctors' in a little over an hour. Are you sure you don't want to get up right now?" I rolled over to look at her and she laid down beside me with a big and beautiful smile.

"And who says I can't spend a morning with my queen? Hm?" I hugged onto her and put my head comfortably onto her chest. "Diego, actually, he insists that my job as your PA and fiancée is to one, love you very much, and two, keep you from making invalid excuses to not go to work."

"Wanting to spend time with you is not an invalid excuse. I'm the CEO I can go into work whenever I want. And I'm a grown man, my father's demands don't really affect me, they're more like suggestions now."

"I agree with him, actually. So Lucian, I love you very, very much. Now get your sexy Spanish ass out of bed and get ready for work. Now, let's go." She patted my shoulder, but I didn't move. "Babe, please? I don't want to get yelled at."

"My father yells at you?" I sat up and looked her in the eye, in case she lied to be nice. She shook her head. "No, he doesn't, he just yells in my general direction. Not at me, honest." She basically just said he yells at her.

"But yelling does make you uncomfortable, doesn't it? So if you dislike when I yell, you dislike when he yells. He shouldn't be yelling in general in front of you." I got up and grabbed my robe by the bed to put it on.

She sat up with the sheets clutched to her chest. "Lucian, please don't make a—"

"I'm not going to make a big deal about it, I'm going to react the way I'd normally react."

So I went downstairs to call my mother, and asked her if she and my father to come over later, before I get off work so I can meet them here. We hung up and I went back upstairs to shower. "Lucian?"

I looked at Peyton from the doorway and pushed my hands in my pockets. "Hm?"

"Can I have a hug?" She asked with her arms open. I sighed and went to hug her. She stood up and brought her arms around my neck. I hugged her waist, kind of not getting the point. "Peyton?" I furrow my brows. "Why are we hugging?"

"'Cause I want to fucking hug my boyfriend, I don't need a reason. Now, you go shower." She pushed me away with a smile. But I pulled her hands so we could be close again. "You want to join?"

She pouted teasingly and kissed me lightly. "Aw, that's a sweet offer—but I'm tired, I had a little too much fun last night."

Peyton James

"There is no such thing!" He grips onto my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto him. "If you're tired then let's cuddle."

I sigh, looking at him with sternness. "Lucian, you know I'm serious, get ready for work." I force him to put me down and lay back onto the bed I looked at him from my pillow and he sighs also with grumbling complaints in Spanish that I completely understood. "Hablo Español, Lucían. No sé por qué sigues olvidándote de eso." I shake my head turning onto my side, resettling my head into the soft pillow.

"Me gusta oírte hablar mi idioma. Pero no preocupes por mí, sólo estaré en la ducha...solo...sin ti." He pouts adorably at me before closing the bathroom door. I groaned after a moment. He's lucky he's cute. "Fine, come on! But only for fifteen minutes, so make it count!"