When Lust Turns to Love

Chapter 8

Hannah Towers' POV

I feel his warm breath fanning my bare neck as I throw my head back to give him more access. His large hand is caressing my back as he plants soft kisses along my neck and down to my cleavage.

It was already eight in the evening when we arrived at his penthouse after the dinner. He couldn’t control himself that he kissed me right after we walked inside his large living room. As part of our deal, I just close my eyes and surrender my body to him. I didn’t even realize how the heck did he managed to get off all our clothes and brought us to his bedroom. Now, we’re both kneeling on his bed as his lips are doing a tour on my body.

I gasp loudly when his mouth landed on one of my breasts. My n*****s shamelessly peak out in response. Gradually, I’ve learned to toughen my mindset and think that this deal is just a deal where my body do all the work. I still hate myself for agreeing to this kind of transaction but it’s useless to dwell and cry over it now that I've accepted this.

He circles his tongue on my peak while his other hand is already travelling down to my thigh. His expert tongue is doing magic on my breast as he reached the core between my thighs. Without hesitation, he cups my s*x and moans my name.

He transfers his mouth to my other breast as he continues his gentle rubbing on my core. The tingling sensations of his touches are driving me crazy. He really is an expert on bed.

He pushes me down on the bed as he abandons my breast and kisses my lips again.

“Touch me, Hannah.” He orders gruffly before kissing me again. He guides my hand to his chest and with trembling fingers, I stroke his puffed chest and down to his chiseled abs while his breathing becomes heavier. I put my arm around his nape as he bends down and I could feel his proud member pressing eagerly on my belly.

He stops kissing me and reaches out for something from his bedside table. I look away as he puts the condom on himself. Even though, we did it already for a few times, I still can’t bring myself to look at it for long.

“Ah−” I cry out when he enters me. It still hurts a bit whenever he intrudes but the pain is momentarily.

He bends down and kisses me as he pushes in further until I could almost feel his full length inside me. He slowly withdraws only to slam back in and starts setting a pace of his own pleasure. My body betrays me again and just surrenders to his unmerciful speed as he groans and satisfies his selfish needs.

Minutes after the intense activity, Justin is slumbering deeply at my side. He has a peaceful expression on his face that it distracted me for a moment and I stared for a few seconds. He seems so angelic and innocent with his perfect skin tone, long eyelashes, strong set of jaws and a flawlessly pointed nose that matches his perfect lips.

Damn it! I slap myself to stir away from the staring spell. I slowly get up from the bed and clothe myself. I have to get home tonight. I have work tomorrow.

I depart from the bedroom with Justin still sleeping soundly. Thankfully, I now remember the way out from his penthouse so in no time, I arrive outside but only to be greeted by Mark, Justin’s personal driver.

“Miss Towers.” he regards me with a formal tone and is just standing there looking at me.

“Oh, uhm, hi there Mark.” I smile awkwardly at him while trying to fix my messy hair, the evidence of an intense pleasurable activity. “C-can you uhm, drive me home?” I gathered up my courage to ask him. I will have a hard time finding myself a cab at this time of the night and I want to get home fast so asking him to drive me home might be a good idea.

Mark looks at me probably remembering if he can do that without direct orders from Justin. After a moment of hesitation, he smiles, “Oh, sure Miss Towers. This way.” He guides me to the car and twenty minutes later, I’m at the comfort of my warm apartment.

My tired body surrenders willingly to the soft alluring space on my bed and I slept soundly seconds after lying down.

The next day, I rescheduled my tutorials after informing my students ahead of time and went to work.

I was on time but Mr. Shaw is already at the office, having a small meeting with his employees. I silently make my way to my designated table not wanting to disturb them.

As soon as I sit down, I realize I don’t have my phone with me. Oh, s**t. I check my bag and coat pockets but my phone is nowhere to be found.

I face-palmed as it dawns on me I left it on my bed this morning after my bath. Oh, never mind, I can get through this day without my phone.

I turn on my monitor and start on the article I left off yesterday. I was in the middle of editing it when Mr. Shaw suddenly appears by my side.

“Oh,” I hastily stand up to greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Shaw.”

Mr. Shaw flashes me a smile. “Morning too, Miss Towers. I’m impressed, you’re doing well more than I expected.”

He glances down at my work and back at me with pleased eyes. I feel flattered at his compliments.

“Don’t you have plans to take a shot in this kind of career?” he asks me curiously.

I laugh lightly. “No, Mr. Shaw.”

“Why not, it’s a waste of your talent. I read one of the articles you edited and whoa, you did a great job. I was almost convinced you were a professional.”

“Journalism is a hobby I hold dear to my heart, Mr. Shaw so−” I was about to tell him more when the glass door behind me opens and I hear a very familiar voice.

“Hannah.”

Oh, damn.

I turn around to see Justin standing a few feet from me wearing one of his expensive suits and the usual tie that he always has.

What the hell is he doing here at this time of the day? It’s still nine in the morning.

I frown when I took a closer look at his face. He’s staring, no scratch that, he’s actually glaring at Mr. Shaw. His blue eyes seem to be emanating some fire and his jaw is set in a tight angry manner.

“Uh, Mr. Royce.” I nervously speak out when Justin didn’t stop glaring. I take a few steps towards him and finally, he looks at me but still with the same blazing gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“Mark told me he drove you home last night.” he sounds mad.

“Uhm yeah.” I hesitatingly answer. I wonder where is this heading to.

“And you didn’t bother to wake me and say goodbye. You just disappeared after we had s−”

“Uhm, Mr. Shaw, excuse us for a moment.” I hurriedly apologize to Mr. Shaw who was just standing there and watching us. I feel my cheeks getting red as I grab Justin’s arm and drag him out. He was about to say we had s*x in front of my boss. Damn it! How can he just talk lightly about s*x in front of other people?

I didn’t know how I managed to drag him out by the arm because judging from his expression, he is about to get stubborn and make things difficult but in no time, we are out in a silent area at the lobby where there aren’t any people.

“What the hell is your problem, Justin?! You cannot just come in and tell people we had... uh, we... slept together!” I fume as soon as I released his arm.

I glare at him but he just stood there and folded his arms over his chest. “Who was that prick?”

“What? Who?”

“The one you were talking to a while ago before I came in.”

I exhale furiously. “That’s my boss, Mr. Timothy Shaw and you almost blurted out how we…we, ugh. Don’t change the topic here, Justin. Why the hell are you here?”

“He’s your boss? What were you talking about?” he probes on ignoring my question.

“He was just complimenting my work.” It’s true.

Justin raises an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“It’s none of your business, Justin. Why are you here?”

It took him a few seconds before his eyes softened and he decided to answer. “Well, I just came to check on you. My bed was empty when I woke up this morning and it’s not you to wake up earlier than me. You weren’t answering any of my calls. Your apartment was empty and so, I came here to check on you.”

I roll my eyes. I didn’t know that leaving him without a word would be such a big deal to him when he always does that to me.

“I left my phone at my apartment.” I sigh again. “I-I’m sorry, then.”

He takes a step toward me and I look up nervously only to meet his blue eyes staring down at me. His face is just a few inches from mine so I have to step back to gain space.

“But you didn’t have to come all the way here to check on me. You’re just, uhm, wasting your time. I understand you have work too.” I say trying to ease the sudden shift of atmosphere around us. I try to step back again but he pulls me closer. His hands stay on my back as he holds me firmly and whispers, “Hannah, I do whatever I want with my time. As long as I get to see you.”

I shake off to get out from his grip and he releases me while smirking. He really has his expertise in flattering ladies. I flush in embarrassment. What if someone saw us?

“Uhm, I have to get back to work and apologize to Mr. Shaw.”

His smirk is gone in a second. “Why would you apologize to him?”

Oh, now he’s back to being mad again.

“You appeared out of nowhere in the middle of our conversation and glared at him. Of course, I have to apologize for your behavior and for being here talking to you instead of editing articles to which I am being paid for.”

He opens his mouth to retaliate but his phone vibrates and he takes it out from the pocket of his suit. His eyebrows furrow at whatever message he just received.