TRAPPED BY HIM

CHAPTER FIVE–A Daring Decision

Cily

“I should have known.” Lucas slammed his fists on the desk, as he glared at me.

The office on the eleventh floor was scarcely transparent, and made of glass, so that the employees on the lower floors could not look into the office. But one could look down at everyone.

And the eleventh floor was Lucas Ross’s office.

There was a simple explanation for that architectural preference, and that explanation revolved around Lucas and his need for control.

Downstairs, the employees as they waltzed from office to office, in a professional and dedicated dance, reminding me of ants on a hill.

I envied them, because they remained out of Lucas’s reach. Unlike me. I was stuck with this arrogant man, forced to work like a slave, attending to his every beck and call.

He was complaining about something like always, and like always, I was doing my best to tune him out.

“Look at me when I talk to you, Cily, or else…”

That got my attention. Turning to him, I placed a hand on my waist, and arched an eyebrow.

“Or else what?” I challenged him, c*****g my head to the side.

He walked over to me, making sure to maintain a safe distance, but still kept close enough to be

intimidating. His cologne washed over me, like water washing over a rock.

The strongest urge to bury my nose in his neck overwhelmed me. I took a step back. He was getting too close to me, and that discomfited me.

“Your father is Thomas Tate?!!” Lucs yelled, as his nostrils flared in anger.

Yet again, I did not know how that happened to be wrong. We all had parents, right? Right?

“Was that why you applied for a job here?” Lucas asked.

His mouth twisted into a cynical smile and everything about his face was suddenly brutally hard—His aggressive jaw, the glint in his cold eyes, and the hard set of his shoulders. He was accusing me about something.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. Is it a crime to have a father?”

For a split second, his eyes flashed with something hot, and scary. His hands twitched like he wanted to strangle me.

I blinked, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that crept through me.

“It is a crime to have a father like Thomas. It is also a crime to try to fool me.”

Did he think that I was after him? His eyes told me all that I needed to know.

“My father is not whatever you think he is. Why is it so hard for you to communicate with me?” I hadn’t meant to say those words to him, but I couldn't help myself as I stared into his eyes.

Maybe deep down, I wanted him to care. I wanted him to treat me like a normal human being and not some tool or slave.

He expected me to get things like I was a magician or some gypsy.

“Your father ruined my life.” His tone was immediately conversational, like he was desperately trying to mask the way he felt. His true emotions.

“What?” I stared at him, blankly. Was this another trick of his? Was he playing me to some invisible tune like the pied piper and his rats?

He didn’t smile.

It was hard to admit that Lucas Ross was a full blooded American male, and that he throbbed with a s*x appeal that would rival that of a nymph. There was something about Lucas that screamed power, and masculine supremacy.

He screamed s*x, and each time he got so close to me, it was hard to breathe. Hard to think.

“Your father ruined my life, and he sent you here, didn’t he? He sent you here to spy on me, and so far I’ve been a fool.”

He was so close to me, that the waves of his anger was like an itchy balm to my skin. Stepping away and keeping as far a distance as I could was the wise option.

Yet, it was as if I was fixed to a spot, unable to move my limbs. I was half listening to what he was so annoyed about, and more concerned about making my limbs move.

“Tell me the truth, Cily.” His body language was threatening, and at the same time, teasingly hot. Drawing me in.

We were standing right in front of the part of the office that was transparent, and sun rays bounced off the glass, and spilled into the room, creating a sunset effect.

The rays bounced off his brown hair, and for a while, it glistened. My hands itched to be buried in his hair. It was a strange yet delicious attraction, one that I had a hard time figuring out.

But Lucas Ross was annoyed, so annoyed that he pulled me against him forcefully. My chest was pinned to his hard abs, and against him, I felt weak to the knees.

The contact was suddenly too much to bear. I could breathe. I couldn’t think.

How did one man annoy me so much, and affect me so much at the same time? It was suddenly too hot in the office, despite the AC on full blast.

“Let me go.” I whispered, afraid to breathe. His face was just a few inches away from mine. Maybe If I stood on my tip toes, his lips would brush against mine…

“How dare you?” His eyes flickered to my lips, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

“Huh?” I squeaked, struggling to understand what he meant. Struggling not to think about his lips. Or his body against mine. The friction of his skin against mine.

This was torture. Lucas Ross was torture.

He pressed against me, as his finger traced my skin, from my laps. Slowly, teasingly.

I wanted him to stop, and at the same time, I didn’t want him to. There was a teasing promise in his touch, and I wanted to find out what it was.

Thankfully, no one could see into the glass room, but only Lucas could look down at everyone comfortably.

There was a wickedness in knowing that. No one could see us. It was delicious, tempting.

“Did you think I would let you get away with this? With plotting against me with your useless father?” His voice was in my ears. Harsh, and prickling.

It vexed me.

“Stop this madness and get over yourself, sir.” I added the formality because he hated it, and at that moment, I wanted to annoy him.

It worked, because his eyes flashed with something hot and wicked.

“I’ll punish you, Cily.” His breathing was harsher now, and his voice dangerously low.

Distracted by the grim set of his lean handsome face I felt my inside lurch. I didn’t know what was going on in his mind but I was willing to bet that it was nothing good or gentle.

His hands wandered up my skirt, exploring my thighs. Slowly, I let myself get lost in his gentle teasing touch.

“I will make sure that you pay for the crimes of your father. Every single one, especially mine.” His voice growled in my ear, promising something truly horrible and scary.

But was that supposed to frighten me? The sides of my lips twitched as I fought against the urge to laugh. Was he trying to test me? To control me?

Was this some scheme against my father’s company? It was all I could think about. All, I thought about, really.

“Lucas, I think you’re crazy, and once again, I quit.” I raised my chin defiantly, struggling not to crumble against his searing gaze. He frightened me, but I was tired of being pulled and played like a string puppet.

The silence was almost deafening as I waited, my breath hitched against my throat, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He didn’t.

Lucas Ross, ran his hands deeper up my thigh, and his fingers deft and nimble, grazed my panties teasingly. I buckled and strained against him.

Wanting more. Needing more.

He kept up with a slow teasingly motion against me panties, grazing my c**t with sweet torture. I grinded against his fingers, loving the feel of him against me, as he touched me to a slow orgasm.

My lips parted with pleasure as I rode the waves of pleasure. It bothered me briefly, that it was this man, who was playing with me, making me need him, and want him.

“Yes, don’t hold it in Cily.” He breathed against my ear. I heard his inner growl as the motion of his fingers increased in frequency against my panties.

Soon, I was breathing harshly against him, fighting the tempting urge to moan his name out loud as I came against his fingers, and as he breathed in my ear.

He pushed me away, leaving me mid orgasm, and I almost crumbled with the confusing mix of half satisfaction and anger.

“You have only one option to save yourself from what I’m about to do to you.”

He walked in slow steps towards the door.

“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion.

He swung around swiftly. “Because of your father, my life is ruined, and because of your father, I lost the biggest deal of my life. The old bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to share me a cut. Now he sends his daughter to work for me, seduce me and spy on me.” Lucas scoffed. “That’s a stupid move.”

He was blaming me for something I knew nothing about, and there was nothing I would say to convince him otherwise. He was hell bent on believing that I was conniving with my father.

Why would my father even ruin his life? My father was the sweetest and the smartest man alive. What was he accusing him of?

No matter how I tried over the next couple of seconds to convince Lucas that I was innocent of his accusations, it was futile.

He walked over to the door and pulled it open, but paused and called out to me. “Pick One, Cily Tate. You have a choice.”

I blinked as I stared at him, not sure what he was up to.

He continued, oblivious of my confusion. “I will ruin your name and license and make it impossible to get a job anywhere else in the U.S. Best bet, in a year, you’ll be living off your father and playing house, wile I bring him down and expose him for the fraudster that he truly is.”

“What the hell–” I started to say, but was cut off by his dismissive wave. I bristled with a strange sense of indignation as I stared back at him.

We were in a silent stare down contest and I’d be damned if I let him win. Again.

“The second option you have is to join me and ruin your father’s company. Now understand, Cily….” He smirked with pride that annoyed me. I wanted nothing more than to wipe the heinous smirk off his handsome face.

This man pulled at my strings all the time. This time around, I could not imagine joining him to do anything of that sort.

I could not betray my father, and at the same time I physically could not go back to staying at my father’s house.

His cold house, that reminded me of my mother, and brought memories I preferred to be buried to light. There was no way in hell I was going back home.

But his words haunted me as he jammed the sliding door shut.

“Join me and ruin your father's company, or else…