Guil

My version of “soon” is obviously different from Lyla’s because it’s been over a week since the gala and she still hasn’t reached out. Being the bastard I am, I haven’t left her alone, but we haven’t talked.

I’ve sent breakfast to her room every morning, alternating between the different dishes I know she likes. I also had painting supplies sent to her suite. I don’t know if she’s used them, but I wanted her to have that option available to her.

I also had her paintings shipped from my house to my place here in Vegas. Most of them now grace my walls there, but my favorite beach scene is on the wall behind my desk here at C&C. Everyone wants to know where I got it, but I refuse to tell them because I don’t know if she’d want me to.

My intercom buzzes and I answer, knowing it’s Miles. We’ve developed a great working relationship and I love my job here. He’s got an excellent team already, and I pretty much just help each of them with anything they’re stuck on. It’s a dream job for me.

“You’ve got a visitor,” is all he says, before my door starts to open. WTF?

My heart is in my throat when I see Lyla standing in the doorway. Her eyes go to me, then narrow when she sees the painting above my desk.

“That’s mine.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t say you could have it.”

“I know.”

“Why is it here?”

“Because I needed a piece of you here with me. The rest are on the walls in my house here.”

“What if I want them back?”

“Do you?”

“No. Seeing you have them is making me realize even more that being here is the right choice.”

Please let her be choosing me. Us. A future.

“Do you want to sit down?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just want you to tell me when you fell in love with me.”

I don’t hesitate to answer her. “When you were sixteen. You didn’t want a big party, but you let your parents throw you one anyway. You wore a ridiculous dress, but after the guests left, you changed into jeans and a t-shirt. You kept the heels and the tiara, but the make-up was gone and you climbed on the roof with me and Brad to eat more cake.”

“I smashed the cake into your face. I wanted to lick it off you, but I was too scared to do it.”

“I wanted you to. I’d been attracted to you for a couple of years, but that night I knew it was more. I saw the smile lighting up your face and how happy you were to be with just us, and I knew. I loved you. I didn’t think I could ever act on it, but I knew it was true.”

“I wish I’d known. I was so scared to ever let you see how I felt about you.”

“I saw.”

“My birthday’s next week.”

“Yes.”

“Rhieve wants to throw me a party.”

“So would I. I wanted to have our friends over to my place.”

“Can she help?”

“If that’s what you want?”

“I do. I want to have it at our house.”

“Are you moving in?” I ask, so shocked she could knock me over with a feather right now.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Do I need to?”

“Nope.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

“I would’ve waited forever.”

“I’ve been talking to Reina about doing art classes for the people they help.”

“You’d be amazing at that.”

“I think so and so does she.”

“Because she’s a smart woman.”

“You can’t lie to me again. Not like the way you did.”

“I won’t. I swear it.”

“You always keep your promises.”

“I do.”

“My brother made you promise to stop the deal. You should’ve told me.”

“I should’ve.”

“Thank you for honoring his wishes, and avenging his death.”

“You never have to thank me for that.”

“My parents reached out. They got an anonymous letter detailing what George and Emily did.”

“You’ve reconciled?”

“No. They still think I should’ve taken their side in the vote. I love them, but we’ll never really get along.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is. Are you going to kiss me now?”

“I was thinking I’d feed you first.”

“You’ve been feeding me every morning. Right now, I want a kiss. Then, you can take me to the cafeteria.”

“Bossy.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Never.”

* * *

Lyla

He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I’ve missed this, but I couldn’t make it too easy on him. Couldn’t let him think what he did was okay. I know he didn’t, but I had to make sure he understood how hard it was for me to take a chance. And then, have to take a chance again.

As he lifts me onto his desk and pulls my dress over my head, I moan loudly. “You missed this.”

“Don’t look so smug—you know you’ve missed it too.”

“I did. Let’s make a pact to never go so long without making love again. My cock’s been weeping for you.”

“Weeping? Tears or cum?”

“Dirty girl, you know the cum’s only for you.”

“Give it all to me. Everything you’ve got,” I tell him, lying back on the desk.

He does all of that and more. It’s actually dinner time before we make it to the cafeteria and both of us are having trouble walking by then. We re-fuel before heading home to start all over again. Seeing my paintings on his—our—walls turns me on and I give him the blow job of his life before he takes me again. I’m never denying myself of this man again.