Ch. 10
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Nya and the group stood from the seats half an hour late, and they began walking towards the exit of the restaurant. However, Luke could hear their conversation, and he was not pleased from what he heard.
"You don't have to pay for me, really," she said when he went towards the counter to hand in his card.
Blake smiled, "Relax, now we're even."
He noticed how flustered Nya became, and his entire body was starting to panic. He stood to his feet and followed them, and caught up to them right when they exited the door.
"Nya, I said you're coming with me," he sounded authoritative.
Nya raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Why are you—"
"Nya, just go with him," Blake intervened, calming the situation and not wanting to cause a scene in front of the restaurant. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I had a great time with you." He then winked, to which a disgusted look plastered on Luke's face, and the rest of his friends waved towards Nya and left to their vehicle.
Nya narrowed her eyes towards Lucas and he opened the door for her, leading her back into the restaurant and asking her to wait a few seats away from them. She did not wait long, maybe ten minutes, and soon they all stood and Lucas advanced towards Nya, asking, "Ready?"
Nya scoffed, stood from her seat and left a few paces ahead of him. They walked towards the car, and every time Lucas addressed something, he didn't receive a response. That was when he reached for her shoulder and spun her around, "Why are you angry with me?"
"Stop talking to me—"
"Nya, adults talk about things, that's how relationship works."
"Well too bad we're not in a relationship, you're in a relationship with my mother."
Luke frowned, pausing for a moment before saying, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Did I do something?"
"Just leave me alone," she hissed.
"Seriously," he stopped her from walking any further, "did I do something?"
"You're confusing!" she exclaimed. "There's some times you can't keep your hands off me, others you don't even look at me. And it confuses me because I'm taking a huge risk by just having feelings for you and you're just toying with them."
Luke raised an eyebrow, "What? Did you want to have s*x in the morning or something? Did you expect me to wake up and feel like going down on you again?"
Nya bit her bottom lip, then shook her head, "That's not what I—"
"I was tired this morning, barely even realized you were there until you said hi. It was nothing personal Nya."
"Then why were you all over my mother three seconds later?"
"Because she's my fiancé? Are you out of your mind?"
"You're ridiculing me—"
Luke rolled his eyes, "Yes, because it's nonsense. You don't want to tell your mother, so I act like I always do. And then you're angry at me for not drooling over you in the morning."
Nya inhaled sharply before shaking her head, "Stop being so...condescending."
"Do you even know what that means? Get in the car, I don't feel like talking anymore."
"No, I can walk."
"Nya, get in the car."
"No, don't touch me."
"Nya—okay okay! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry." When Nya stopped walking and he realized her shoulders were beginning to quiver, he embraced his arms around her and cooed, "Why are you crying? Listen, I'm sorry."
"I'm not crying because of this, I'm just crying because I'm so conflicted."
"Screw it with being conflicted, we have an attraction to one another, so why not just act on them and see how far it takes us?" he said optimistically, placing his finger on the bottom of her jaw. He raised her jaw and met her gaze, smiling admiringly as he whispered, "I like you, okay? If I don't pay enough attention to you, it's not because I don't want you."
She slowly nodded her head and whispered, "Okay."
Then, he lowered his lips and pressed it on hers, and because of the way his mere lips and touch made her feel, it was no surprise that he soon found himself on top of her, laying on his back seat. She had her legs spread, already having gone through two peaks, but it did not stop him from lowering his own zipper and asking, "Is this fine?"
"Yes," she breathed with hunger and craving, "I want you."
Soon enough, when Luke thrusted into her so deep her eyes roll to the back of her head, she wished she could pause on this moment, relive this momentum and excitement from finally feeling what had been hidden to her. The sensation was terribly strong, that she gripped the back of his suit so tightly it almost ripped. He was observing the manner her face twisted, how she gaped her mouth with every large breath and how he barely saw her eyes from how they continuously rolled back.
And he did not stop thrusting until he was done, and when he did, her mind had been blown from the overwhelming sensation that she was lethargic, not moving and attempting to regain her composure as he pushed himself away from her.
He leaned over her, placed his lips on the top of her forehead and whispered, "You're so cute."
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