TRAPPED BY HIM

CHAPTER SEVEN---Nowhere to Hide

Cily

I woke up with a start.

The sun rays filtered into my room, as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. For the first time in days, I slept well.

Still sleepy and groggy, I turned to the table beside my bed, where my vintage clock sat. A small smile crept to my face, remembering that it was a gift from my father.

But the smile and momentarily joy I’d felt that morning shattered when I saw the time.

9am. I was late.

Flying out of bed, I rushed to get myself together, but groaned in frustration when I caught sight of my hair in the mirror’s reflection.

As I hurried to put myself together, and leave for work, however late I was, Lucas' voice in my head bothered me.

Last night, looking into his charming gray eyes, while his jaws clenched and unclenched, something inside me had stirred. I realized that I wanted to hurt him. For once.

He was sure that I was going to say “yes”. Right.

Like I would let my dear father be attacked by a man known to be arrogant and ruthless. Deep down in my heart, I knew he was calling my bluff.

It was hard to read Lucas, and harder still to guess the game he was playing, but whatever it was, last night I had felt one step ahead of him and his plans.

But the flicker of hurt in his eyes and the disappointment on his face, threatened to dampen the little triumph I had.

Last night, when I’d said, No, to him, some invisible switch flipped somewhere in my head, or perhaps, the universe. I felt slightly in control of my life.

I was tired of people telling me what to do, and treating me like I did not have a mind of my own. I love my father, but his constant need to possess, and control was suffocating.

Which was why getting this job had felt like a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, with a boss like Lucas, it was suddenly looking like a bad decision and a wrong direction.

But I still had to go to work.

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Bright green eyes peeked at me from beneath wisps of blond hair. “Hello, I’m Jada Great.”

I started from Lucas to Jada, forcing myself to take deep breaths and remain calm. What the hell was Lucas up to again?

Was this why everyone was looking at me when I came in? I asked myself, still standing there. Still confused. Yes, I’d arrived late, but that was not enough grounds for replacement. Or was it? I wondered and bit my lower lip.

“I’m fired?” I fixed my hot glare on Lucas, who returned it with one of his. He was unsmiling, and his lips were set in a thin line.

“Yes, Cily. You’re fired. “ He repeated. There was a watchful edge in his stare, almost as if he was waiting for something. Like he was testing me.

He continued, even though I’d opened my mouth to speak. “You’re late, at least two hours late, and your record of insubordination is not looking good.”

I blinked, taken aback by his response. He was joking. I wanted to believe that he was.

For the past couple of weeks, all I’ve done is grovel at his feet and work to the bone. Now he wants to fire me. To get rid of me by replacing me with Jada.

Why did it hurt so much? I had wanted to quit, and now that I was really fired, it hurt.

“We both know this has nothing to do with insubordination.” I spat back. This was his revenge. His way of getting back at me for turning his offer down.

The look he gave me, made my skin tingle, and made me break out in goosebumps.

“I assure you, Miss Cily Tate…” His scowl deepened. “That this is exactly insubordination and Tardiness. You’ll need to go to HR and get your card deactivated.” His tone was formal. Distant.

Lucas turned away from me, and to Jada. To her, he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

He smiled at her. His new assistant. It was all I could think about as Lucas spoke to her, informing her about his schedule.

The scene unfolding before my eyes felt unreal. It felt like I was seeing things through a blurry glass. Unfair was the word, as I watched Jada smile back at him, her eyes glazed over in silent awe, and Lucas, smiled warmly at her.

My heart churned in my chest as I forced myself to look on, and act unaffected by Lucas' affectionate personality. All of a sudden he was becoming the best boss to his new P.A while I got the boot.

He’d never once smiled at me, or with me. With Lucas, it was also anger, and an overwhelming chemical attraction that made the air between us always thick with tension.

“You’re not ruthless.” I said slowly, forcing myself to keep holding his gaze. My fingers tingled with rising anger, and pain. “You’re the devil.” I spat out angrily.

His eyes flashed with hot anger, and he turned to Jada, fuming. “Get out.” His tone had a finality to it, that was calm but at the same time bone chilling.

Jada, God bless her timid heart, ran out of the room, clutching her book pad. It was wise of her to have run, and stupid of me to still stand there.

But when Lucas turned to me, and I met his eyes, I noticed that his face was neutral. There was no trace of the usual anger. He came to stand a few inches away from me.

His finger traced my jawline, and desire flashed in his eyes. “I will kiss you. Right now.”

I blinked, surprised by his straightforwardness. I could not bring myself to speak as his words reverberated over my body.

Then he closed the distance between us and in one swift move, he had my back against the glass. My ass was squished against the glass, as he breathed into my face.

Then he leaned in and brushed his lips softly against my neck. Sweet tingle ran up my thighs, at the contact, and I bit my lower lip. I didn’t want to scream out in pleasure.

Then his hands were in my hair, and mine buried in his as he pressed against my pelvis. His lips crashed against mine, hard. I gripped his hair as his hands worked my shirt. We wanted to devour each other, but the desire in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

It was enough to make me moan.

He pulled back as he stared at me. “Cily…we…”

But he was staring at my lips, and I could not drag mine away from his either. I ran my thumb over his lower lip, cutting him off.

“Kiss me.”

Instead, he buried his face in my neck, and kissed my neck. Even now, he had to control me.

Maybe I should have pushed him away, but his touch, and the sweet torture of his lips near my skin was too tempting to pass up.

His hand ran freely against my body, tracing lines against my already sensitive skin. I tried to press my thighs together, but his hands wedged them apart, as he sucked on my neck.

“You smell so good, Cily.” His breath against my ear was hot. Deliciously hot.

I felt the familiar wetness, and moaned softly, as his hand wandered further, and grazed my panties. “Turn around” He growled into my ear, and then stepped aside as he waited for me to obey.

When I did, his hand came around to undo the button of my shirt. My breasts popped out. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He pressed his body against my ass, and I felt him against me. He was already hard.

Wasting no time, he pulled down my skirt, and my panties. His fingers found my c**t and he massaged it, slowly, but deliberately.

My hand flew to my mouth as I moaned, afraid that the employees downstairs could somehow see me through the glass, and through my voice. But with my t**s bare and exposed and pressed against the glass, I felt wild.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you.” His voice was hoarse and needy, and it turned me on even more.

Then I felt it inside me. His c**k.

I threw my head back and moaned, obeying him. Stars danced around my eyes as he thrusted into me, slowly at first, each stroke teasing me.

His fingers found their way back to my c**t, as his thrusts increased from slow to fast. He pounded into me, like he needed me.

His finger continued the sweet assault on my c**t, while his other hand grabbed my left tit. I bit my lip in pleasure and closed my eyes as the first wave of orgasm built up from somewhere in my stomach.

“Come for me, Cily.” He growled in my ear. I heard his heart beat wildly and his breath quicken as he slammed into me.

There was something about his hands on me that made the s*x we were having feel so good. So right. Even if it was all wrong.

My breath quickened as his thrusts increased, and his voice in my ear egged me on. “Come for me, Cily.” He ordered again, his voice husky, and hoarse.

I saw stars as I came, and my legs buckled. I almost lost my balance and fell, but he held me up, and kissed my neck. His lips lingered there for a while, as he stood still inside me.

Then he slammed into me again, and his fingers played with my n*****s. It was a wicked sensation—the feel of him inside me, thick and hard, and the feel of my n*****s being twisted here and there.

“The noises you make are incredible, Cily.” He muttered against my ear as he slammed into me one more time, and then pulled out and came in his hands.

Lucas collapsed against my back, breathing harshly. Then he kissed my back, softly, slowly, almost lovingly.

“Get dressed, and clear out your office space for Jada, I wish you goodluck.” He whispered into my ear, then pushed off me and walked into the restroom.

I got dressed quickly, boiling from his words. He used me. Lucas used me. I could not see, as tears blocked my vision.

It stung. Those tears.

When he eventually came out of the restroom, he found me dressed and waiting for him.

“I want my job back.” I muttered, forcing myself to look him in the eyes. I hated that he could be cold to me, after the way he f****d me. I felt something loving and soft in his touch.

Was it all an act? I wondered, searching his face. There were no emotions. It was a hard set.

He took one more menacing step, and began to approach me slowly. A huge smile was stretching across his face, which forced my stomach to do a cartwheel. It was a fake smile, but up close, his smile was charming.

I swallowed nervously as I stared at his lips.

Letting out a fake pitiful sigh as he neared me, he declared, “I’ll have you in tears in no time. You chose wrong, and I will make sure that you feel every bit of your dumb decision deeply.” His tone was calm yet defensive.

But I believed every word.

He hated me now.

He had used me.

Taking a long breath, my eyes narrowed at him. “You’ve already made me cry countless times,. Even now.” I didn’t know what possessed me, but I raised my middle finger to him, slowly. I was so angry that I began to tremble, and I began to stutter.

“What?” He asked, eyes flashing with anger.

“You…you see this?” I stuttered, feeling that constriction in my throat that stung a little and made me feel like I was going to fall down and start bawling my eyes out.

Ignoring that horrible feeling, I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. “This is me, wiping away the last tear you’ll ever get.”

“Get out, Miss Cily.” He commanded, his voice was stern, and his stare cold, as he turned away from me and went back to his chair.

As I turned and walked briskly out of his office, a hollow ache settled in my stomach, and a horrible void filled my arms, where’d touched me. It was all a lie.

Tears fell down my face as I stepped out of the revolving doors, and into the bright California mid morning sun.

I’d let him kiss me. And feel me. I’d enjoyed it and thrown all caution to the wind.

And I did the same to him.

Pausing for a moment beside the street, I tried to catch my breath. It was like I wasn’t even in control of my own body. Even now. My body still craved him, and I hated that.

Shame burned my skin, everywhere he’d touched me. My neck wouldn't stop tingling as well. I felt like I was a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.

Everything was suddenly too loud.

Lucas planned this. He always calculated his moves. This was lower than I thought he could ever go. Even for him.

I had done nothing wrong, and it didn’t seem right that he was punishing me because I refused to turn on my father. Was family not important to Lucas as well? The more I thought, the angrier I got.

He was probably in there, laughing and being smug with his new assistant, Jade.

If Lucas was being serious, which I knew he was, then he was going to carry out his threat. He would make sure that no one ever hired me again.

I threw my head back and laughed at myself. The sound of my voice felt alien to me. My first attempt to step away from my father’s wings and I’ve failed at that. I’ve failed at gaining independence.

I was all alone now. Unfortunately for me, my apartment belonged to the company as well as the car. They’d seize all of those, and I’d be kicked out in the street.

I was all alone, and I knew no one. Working for Lucas was a full time job and I had not been able to make out the time to go out to social events and mingle.

Maybe my father was right. I’d always need him. Sighing, I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

There was only one place to go from here.

Home. To daddy.