Luc: Really? I shouldn’t have been surprised. Bryce sold me my apartment. He owns many in this building. When will you be ready?
Me: Give me twenty minutes.
Luc: Are you tired? We can order in?
Me: That sounds perfect.
I was feeling the effects of a long night and day catching up with me. I was also a little nervous because I knew he would want to know more about Scott, and I wondered if Scott could find me.
I made my way into the master bedroom and dropped my phone on the bed before sauntering into the shower. Turning on the shower tap, I squealed and jumped as five shower jets hit me with cold water in all directions. I quickly jumped out of the shower. Then I turned the knob trying to figure out how to get the hot water running. I finally stepped back inside, enjoying the warm massage of the jets as it ran over my head, my stomach and even between my thighs. I placed the jet so it was squirting my clit with hot roughness and it got me all worked up. I felt a little taken aback when my first thought was to find a random hot guy and fuck him. Tim the doorman perhaps… I know there’s something very wrong with that. I hadn’t always been this promiscuous. Sex was never an escape for the old me. I had spent four years in a committed relationship with Jamie. The sex had been intimate and a way for us to feel close to one another. That was until everything got shot to hell, and I didn’t realize what a douche he really was.
Guilt swarmed its way up my throat as I thought about the fact that Luc would be arriving soon. He had been kind and caring toward me since we met. Surely he didn’t expect me to go fuck the first guy I saw after everything we'd shared. My thoughts terrified me because I suddenly realized that something was really wrong with me. The parties had been a coping mechanism for so long now that my old life seemed to be a lifetime ago. The old Vicky had died along with my mother and the innocence I lost along the way. Now I feared I wasn’t even capable of committing if I wanted to. I quickly removed the water streaming directly in between my thighs and repositioned it to hit my belly. After lathering shampoo in my hair and washing my body, I stepped out of the shower panicked about my evening with Luc. Was I capable of trying to have something with him? Maybe he didn’t even want me. He said he wasn’t looking for a relationship. He was clearly coming because he was worried about the Scott situation, and he wanted to watch out for me. He was broken and I was a mess. It would never work anyway. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt him more.
I sauntered over to my duffle bag and slipped on a pair of black yoga pants and a grey long sleeve t-shirt. I also decided on no make-up and considering the t-shirt was a dark color, I nixed the bra since my tits weren’t that big and the t-shirt wasn’t see-through. If I was already making those calculations, I had to be honest with myself that it didn’t really matter because Luc had seen me naked at the party a few nights back. As I stepped out of the bedroom toward the main area of the apartment there was a buzzing sound from the intercom at the front door. Then I hear Tim’s voice say, “Press the button.” I did as he said and I say ‘hello.’
“There is a floral delivery for you, Miss Molino.”
“Oh okay,” I responded, wondering who would send flowers. It couldn’t be Luc; he would be down here any minute.
“Okay, I am sending him up,” Tim responded cheerfully. A few minutes later I heard a light knock on the front door. I opened the door to a colorful bouquet that was perfectly arranged. The colors of the flowers were vibrant with blues, purples and fuchsia pink making up most of the arrangement. I almost gasped at their beauty. I took the arrangement and thanked the delivery guy, noticing there was a card on top. I continued to close the door and turn the lock. As I made my way to the kitchen to find a vase I read the card, Vicky, now I know where to find you. Don’t take too long coming to me, or else I will have to come to you. The card didn’t have a name on it but I knew it was from Scott. I wondered if he followed me here this afternoon. Maybe he saw me exit Tyson soon after he left and followed me. How else would he know where I was? I don’t even understand what he wants with me anyway. Can’t he find some woman that is into his game? I clearly wasn’t. Didn’t it register in his head when I was screaming no, that he didn’t turn me on? There’s another light knock on the door but this time I flinched. My body is now super alert and scared. I sauntered back to the door and looked through the peephole to see Luc waiting with his hands in his pockets. A part of me was relieved. He made me feel safe.
I opened the door to a laid back Luc with his wet hair falling on his face, wearing a white t-shirt that hugged every inch of his muscles and a pair of black lounge pants that hung low on his waist. The smell of fresh masculine shower gel wafted into the apartment as he entered, causing my body to thrum with excitement. Only I am too shaken up to appreciate him in that way now.
He didn’t say anything as he stepped inside and his gaze roamed the apartment quickly, “What’s wrong?” he asked with a concerned tone. It amazed me how he could read me so well, after knowing me a short time. I realized that it probably wasn’t something special about me and that he was trained to be this way. My pale face and my shaking body probably gave away my fear.
“He knows where I am. He sent flowers with this note,” I held the note up in my hand and Luc took it and read it. A moment later he growled then cussed in French. He stalked back to me and embraced me in his strong arms.
“I’m sorry you have to experience the likes of this man,” he said. Then he buried his face in my wet hair. I could smell his shampoo and despite my nerves, his touch sent those butterflies flying around my stomach again. I didn’t know if I should run away or dive into this headfirst.
Chapter 11
Luc
That stupid motherfucker had some weird obsession with her, and he was pissing the fuck out of me. As I held her in my embrace, I could feel her perky nipples pressing into me. I couldn’t believe I was here alone with her, in a space where she would not be protected from me. After leaving her earlier, I went for a quick session with Dr. Davies. He spent the hour convincing me that I wouldn’t hurt her and that I should let things happen naturally. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work because I have basically been picturing myself fucking her in every position possible since the moment I saw her. I didn’t think I had ever felt that turned on by a woman before.
“Everything will be okay. I won’t let him hurt you.” I pulled my head back and tucked a lose hair behind her ear. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. It was like she wanted to believe me but she knew better.
“Vicky, please believe me. I am going to protect you.” With my second reassurance she nodded her head and her shoulders deflated.
“So what are you in the mood to eat?” I asked, trying to pull her attention away from the present circumstance. Having her pressed into me had caused the sexual tension between us to crackle, and I needed to defuse the situation for both of us.
“Ah, what are the options?” she asked, taking a seat on the long white leather couch in the center of the room. I took a seat beside her but maintained some distance between us. I took a deep breath telling myself I was not drunk or stoned, and I could just hang out with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. As she stared at me with wide green eyes I noticed how vibrant they were, it was like she could see right through me; through all of the broken parts. It was like she could see something good in me. I’d been trying to find the good in me far too long. I wanted to believe in those vibrant green eyes of hers.