The Last Boyfriend
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“I’m going to bed.” I turned around and ran up the stairs quickly.
“I don’t bite, Lucky.” He shouted up at me from the bottom of the stairs with a laugh, and I ran quickly to my room. I jumped into the bed and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. All I could picture was Zane’s face. I sighed and rolled over and tried to think about something else, but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. As I drifted to sleep, images of Zane, on top of me and kissing me all over, flooded my mind.
Chapter 4
“Lucky, are you awake?”
“No.” I groaned from the bed with my eyes still closed.
“Can I come in?” Zane’s voice sounded too sexy for this hour of the day. “No.” I groaned and rolled over in the bed.
I heard the door creak slightly as it opened and Zane walked up to my bed. “Good morning, Lucky.”
“Not really.” I rolled over and peeked at him from under the covers. I was slightly disappointed when I saw him wearing a grey t-shirt, and tried to ignore the urge to reach up and pull him down to me.
“Sorry for waking you up, but I figured we should go and get your car before it gets towed by the police.”
“Oh shit.” I jumped up out of the bed quickly. “I didn’t think about that.” I stumbled slightly as I hit the ground and Zane grabbed me around the waist.
“Careful. We can’t afford to have you hurting yourself as well.”
“I’m fine.” I pulled away from him reluctantly.
“Good.” He ran his hand through his hair, and I watched as he rubbed the stubble around his mouth. “So, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked at him in surprise, wondering what he was going to say.
“I think it’s something that will work for both of us. You need money and I—” he continued, with a silky voice.
“I’m not going to be your paid escort,” I blurted out. “I may need the money, but I don’t need it that bad.”
“Lucky, I was just going—”
“I know you think I’m a mess, and I need a man. But I don’t. I can look after myself. I don’t need your money, and I don’t need you in my bed.”
“Who said anything about bed?” He smirked.
“I don’t want to be your sub.”
“My sub?” He frowned. “Like my sandwich?”
“No.” I whispered slowly. “I’m not a sexual deviant.”
“And I am?” His eyes twinkled. “Lucky, how did you know I was going to ask you to be my sub in exchange for paying for your car repairs?”
“Wait, what?” I frowned up at him and groaned. “Sorry just ignore everything I have just said. I think I’m still half asleep.”
“Were you dreaming about being my sub?”
“No, of course not.”
“So just normal sex then.”
“Yeah.” I muttered and flushed. “I mean no. I wasn’t dreaming about you at all. I don’t even believe in casual sex. Well, not anymore.”
“Oh?” Zane sat down on the bed and grinned at me.
“I need to go and shower.” I turned away, flustered. “You made me confused waking me up out of my sleep like that.”
“Don’t you want to hear my idea first?”
“What idea?” I frowned, looking back at him.
“Sit.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Sit, take a deep breath and listen.”
I sat on the bed next to him and looked at him curiously. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”
“I know.” He grinned. “I also know you’re not the quiet sweet girl you seemed to be at Lou’s.”
“Disappointed?” I laughed, self-consciously running my hand through my dark brown hair.
“Not at all.” He turned towards me and reached over and rubbed something by my eye. “Sorry, you had some sleep in your eye.”
“Thanks.” I felt breathless as his finger traced down my cheek.
“You’re beautiful.” His words were slow, and he spoke as if in a trance. “You’re really beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I bit my lip, unsure of how to answer him. “I’m not really sure what to say.”
“Can I kiss you?” He leaned towards me, and I shook my head.
“No.” I held my breath, hoping he would kiss me anyway.
“I love that.” He shook his head, and laughed as he pulled away from me.
“Sure you do.”
“You’ve got a smart mouth, huh?”
“Are you going to tell me your idea before my car gets towed, Zane?” I tried to pretend that I wasn’t completely and utterly dazzled by him. “I don’t have all day.”
“I’m looking for someone to be my part-time assistant.” He paused. “And I like and trust you, and I know from seeing you at Lou’s that you have a strong work ethic.”
“You what?” I looked at him like he was crazy. That was the last thing I had expected to hear. “You want me to work for you?”
“I know that’s not as exciting as being my sub, but I need a girl Friday so to speak and you need money, so I thought that perhaps we could make something work.”
“I don’t know.” I frowned. “Between school and the diner, I don’t have much time.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to find someone else.” He jumped up off of the bed and walked towards the door, pausing and looking back at me just before he walked out. “Do you have any other suggestions for your car?”
“I, wait, what?” I jumped up and shook my head. “I didn’t say no, I just said I don’t know.”
“Lucky.” He frowned at me. “I don’t have time to mess around.”
“What?” I walked towards him. “You have barely even given me a second to think about this.”
He sighed and looked away from me. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a—”
“I accept the position.” My voice was firm and loud. I was angry at how dismissive he was being. “I accept the position, and I would like us to go and get my car now.”
“Okay.” He grinned. “Meet me downstairs in five minutes.”
“Wait, aren’t we going to discuss this further?”
“We can talk later.” He exited the room and called back. “Downstairs in five minutes.”
I rushed to the en suite bathroom and quickly washed my face. I wasn’t sure what I had just accepted, but I felt really excited. Excited and scared at the same time. Zane Beaumont was not the sort of guy I should be getting involved with deeper. I knew it in my soul, but something was drawing me closer and closer to him.
“I’m going downstairs now, Lucky.” I heard Zane’s voice, and I quickly rushed back into the room and pulled on my clothes.
“I’m coming.” I ran down the stairs puffing, and I saw Zane laughing at me as I joined him in the foyer.
“You could have been a few minutes late.” He laughed and grabbed his car keys, and I scowled at him. “Most girls are.”
“I’m not most girls.” I followed him out of the front door and ran my fingers through my hair to get the knots out. I got into the passenger side of the car, and Zane pulled out of the driveway wordlessly. “So what’s the plan?” I asked impatiently.
“The plan?” He looked at me sideways and raised his eyebrows.
“What am I going to be doing as your assistant?”
“Catering to my every whim.” He smirked and whipped out his phone. “Hey Gus, I’m towing a friends car to your garage. Work on it, fix it, and bill me, okay?”
I looked at him wide-eyed as he spoke to someone on the phone and I frowned. How dare he just take control over what was going to happen to my car?
“I’m not sure what happened, but it broke down last night. Yeah, on the highway. She’s lucky I was there.” He hung up, and I leaned over to him.
“You didn’t even ask if I wanted my car towed to your friend’s.”
“He’s not my friend. He’s my mechanic, and he’s one of the best in Miami. It seemed to me that you didn’t have anywhere else that you wanted it to go.”
“That’s not the point.” I sighed. “You can’t just make a decision like that for me. I already have a quote. I have no idea how much this guy is going to charge.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“I don’t want to let you worry about that, if that’s okay with you,” I said sarcastically.
“Do you have something against men, Lucky?”
“Do you have something against women?” I shook my head. “You’re insufferable, Zane Beaumont.”
“I think I’m being a pretty nice guy.” He shot a grin at me, and I turned away from him. I heard his phone ringing and rolled my eyes as I heard his voice purr into the phone.
“Morning deary.” I felt jealous as he spoke into the phone and quickly took out my phone to see if I had any messages. I felt a warm thrill shoot through me as I saw I had a text from Braydon, asking if I had gotten home okay. I text him back quickly, trying to ignore Zane sweet-talking some girl on the phone.
“Maybe we can go for dinner?” He purred. “I’m not available for lunch today.”
“Don’t decline because of me,” I hissed towards him, and I saw him frown as he pulled up behind my car, still talking into the phone.
“Angelique, can I call you back later?” He stopped the car, and I jumped out, not wanting to hear him sweet talk the leggy blonde I had met the night before. “Lucky, get back in the car.” Zane got out of his car and shouted at me as I walked to my car. “It’s too dangerous for you to be standing on the side of the road.”
“Can I check my car please?” I huffed. “You are not my dad, Zane. Stop bossing me about.”
“We are on a highway, Lucky. Stop being a baby and get in the car.” He shouted at me and grabbed my arm.
“Ow, that hurts.” I squealed as he dragged me back to his car. “I want to check my car.”
“It’s the same as it was yesterday, Lucky.” He grunted as he opened the door. “Sit down.”
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to know what.”
“You’re a real asshole.” I scowled at him and crouched back as he leaned in towards me.
“Lucky, you are the most …” His voice drifted off as he kissed me, and I closed my eyes as his lips crushed down on mine. I allowed him to push his tongue into my mouth for a few seconds before I pulled away from him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Shutting you up.” He grinned and slammed the door shut, as I was about to shout at him. I sat back and watched as he pulled out his phone. Within a few seconds, I saw a tow truck pull up in front of my car, and I watched as Zane walked up to greet the tow truck guy. I sat in the car for a little bit, hoping to catch my breath before I got out of the car. I touched my lips softly, wondering at the tingle I still felt in them. I had never been kissed like that before: hard, passionately, and all taking. I was angry and light-headed at Zane’s touch, and as I got out of the car, I realized that I had feelings for Zane. Feelings that made me think that accepting a position working for him would be a bad idea.
I walked up to the tow truck guy and ignored Zane’s glare. “Hi, I’m Lucky Morgan, the owner of the car.”
“Uh, hello Ms. Morgan.” The tow-truck looked at me curiously as I gave him my hand. “I’ll have this over to the mechanic within 30 minutes.”
“Thank you.”
“Lucky, didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” Zane’s voice was low and angry.
“I think my head gasket is gone.” I continued talking to the tow truck guy. “You can let the mechanic know.”
“Yes ma’am.” The man looked at Zane and then me, and walked back to his truck quickly.
“How dare you talk to me like that?” I hissed at Zane.
“Lucky—”
“Don’t you Lucky me.” I pointed at him. “You can’t treat me like one of your doozies.”
“Will you please stop dissing the girls that I date?” Zane looked at me with a frown. “Jealousy is not a becoming trait.”
“I’m not jealous of anyone.”
“I don’t want you to be confused, Lucky.” Zane grabbed my hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I’m not confused. You kiss a lot of girls, I’m sure.”
“I ...,” he paused and looked away. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I figured that much.”
“But I like you. I hope we can be friends.” He squeezed my hand, and I felt my eyes grow heavy.
“Sure.”
“Let’s go to breakfast, and we can discuss the job.”
“I think Braydon wants to take me to breakfast or an early lunch.” I suddenly remembered.
“Braydon Eagle?” He frowned.
“Yes.”
“Tell him no.” We walked back to his car, and he opened my door for me. I got into the car and pulled out my phone.
“I don’t think so.” I pretended to dial some numbers.
“Lucky. Do not go on a date with Braydon Eagle.”
“I don’t bite, Lucky.” He shouted up at me from the bottom of the stairs with a laugh, and I ran quickly to my room. I jumped into the bed and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. All I could picture was Zane’s face. I sighed and rolled over and tried to think about something else, but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. As I drifted to sleep, images of Zane, on top of me and kissing me all over, flooded my mind.
Chapter 4
“Lucky, are you awake?”
“No.” I groaned from the bed with my eyes still closed.
“Can I come in?” Zane’s voice sounded too sexy for this hour of the day. “No.” I groaned and rolled over in the bed.
I heard the door creak slightly as it opened and Zane walked up to my bed. “Good morning, Lucky.”
“Not really.” I rolled over and peeked at him from under the covers. I was slightly disappointed when I saw him wearing a grey t-shirt, and tried to ignore the urge to reach up and pull him down to me.
“Sorry for waking you up, but I figured we should go and get your car before it gets towed by the police.”
“Oh shit.” I jumped up out of the bed quickly. “I didn’t think about that.” I stumbled slightly as I hit the ground and Zane grabbed me around the waist.
“Careful. We can’t afford to have you hurting yourself as well.”
“I’m fine.” I pulled away from him reluctantly.
“Good.” He ran his hand through his hair, and I watched as he rubbed the stubble around his mouth. “So, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked at him in surprise, wondering what he was going to say.
“I think it’s something that will work for both of us. You need money and I—” he continued, with a silky voice.
“I’m not going to be your paid escort,” I blurted out. “I may need the money, but I don’t need it that bad.”
“Lucky, I was just going—”
“I know you think I’m a mess, and I need a man. But I don’t. I can look after myself. I don’t need your money, and I don’t need you in my bed.”
“Who said anything about bed?” He smirked.
“I don’t want to be your sub.”
“My sub?” He frowned. “Like my sandwich?”
“No.” I whispered slowly. “I’m not a sexual deviant.”
“And I am?” His eyes twinkled. “Lucky, how did you know I was going to ask you to be my sub in exchange for paying for your car repairs?”
“Wait, what?” I frowned up at him and groaned. “Sorry just ignore everything I have just said. I think I’m still half asleep.”
“Were you dreaming about being my sub?”
“No, of course not.”
“So just normal sex then.”
“Yeah.” I muttered and flushed. “I mean no. I wasn’t dreaming about you at all. I don’t even believe in casual sex. Well, not anymore.”
“Oh?” Zane sat down on the bed and grinned at me.
“I need to go and shower.” I turned away, flustered. “You made me confused waking me up out of my sleep like that.”
“Don’t you want to hear my idea first?”
“What idea?” I frowned, looking back at him.
“Sit.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Sit, take a deep breath and listen.”
I sat on the bed next to him and looked at him curiously. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”
“I know.” He grinned. “I also know you’re not the quiet sweet girl you seemed to be at Lou’s.”
“Disappointed?” I laughed, self-consciously running my hand through my dark brown hair.
“Not at all.” He turned towards me and reached over and rubbed something by my eye. “Sorry, you had some sleep in your eye.”
“Thanks.” I felt breathless as his finger traced down my cheek.
“You’re beautiful.” His words were slow, and he spoke as if in a trance. “You’re really beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I bit my lip, unsure of how to answer him. “I’m not really sure what to say.”
“Can I kiss you?” He leaned towards me, and I shook my head.
“No.” I held my breath, hoping he would kiss me anyway.
“I love that.” He shook his head, and laughed as he pulled away from me.
“Sure you do.”
“You’ve got a smart mouth, huh?”
“Are you going to tell me your idea before my car gets towed, Zane?” I tried to pretend that I wasn’t completely and utterly dazzled by him. “I don’t have all day.”
“I’m looking for someone to be my part-time assistant.” He paused. “And I like and trust you, and I know from seeing you at Lou’s that you have a strong work ethic.”
“You what?” I looked at him like he was crazy. That was the last thing I had expected to hear. “You want me to work for you?”
“I know that’s not as exciting as being my sub, but I need a girl Friday so to speak and you need money, so I thought that perhaps we could make something work.”
“I don’t know.” I frowned. “Between school and the diner, I don’t have much time.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to find someone else.” He jumped up off of the bed and walked towards the door, pausing and looking back at me just before he walked out. “Do you have any other suggestions for your car?”
“I, wait, what?” I jumped up and shook my head. “I didn’t say no, I just said I don’t know.”
“Lucky.” He frowned at me. “I don’t have time to mess around.”
“What?” I walked towards him. “You have barely even given me a second to think about this.”
He sighed and looked away from me. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a—”
“I accept the position.” My voice was firm and loud. I was angry at how dismissive he was being. “I accept the position, and I would like us to go and get my car now.”
“Okay.” He grinned. “Meet me downstairs in five minutes.”
“Wait, aren’t we going to discuss this further?”
“We can talk later.” He exited the room and called back. “Downstairs in five minutes.”
I rushed to the en suite bathroom and quickly washed my face. I wasn’t sure what I had just accepted, but I felt really excited. Excited and scared at the same time. Zane Beaumont was not the sort of guy I should be getting involved with deeper. I knew it in my soul, but something was drawing me closer and closer to him.
“I’m going downstairs now, Lucky.” I heard Zane’s voice, and I quickly rushed back into the room and pulled on my clothes.
“I’m coming.” I ran down the stairs puffing, and I saw Zane laughing at me as I joined him in the foyer.
“You could have been a few minutes late.” He laughed and grabbed his car keys, and I scowled at him. “Most girls are.”
“I’m not most girls.” I followed him out of the front door and ran my fingers through my hair to get the knots out. I got into the passenger side of the car, and Zane pulled out of the driveway wordlessly. “So what’s the plan?” I asked impatiently.
“The plan?” He looked at me sideways and raised his eyebrows.
“What am I going to be doing as your assistant?”
“Catering to my every whim.” He smirked and whipped out his phone. “Hey Gus, I’m towing a friends car to your garage. Work on it, fix it, and bill me, okay?”
I looked at him wide-eyed as he spoke to someone on the phone and I frowned. How dare he just take control over what was going to happen to my car?
“I’m not sure what happened, but it broke down last night. Yeah, on the highway. She’s lucky I was there.” He hung up, and I leaned over to him.
“You didn’t even ask if I wanted my car towed to your friend’s.”
“He’s not my friend. He’s my mechanic, and he’s one of the best in Miami. It seemed to me that you didn’t have anywhere else that you wanted it to go.”
“That’s not the point.” I sighed. “You can’t just make a decision like that for me. I already have a quote. I have no idea how much this guy is going to charge.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“I don’t want to let you worry about that, if that’s okay with you,” I said sarcastically.
“Do you have something against men, Lucky?”
“Do you have something against women?” I shook my head. “You’re insufferable, Zane Beaumont.”
“I think I’m being a pretty nice guy.” He shot a grin at me, and I turned away from him. I heard his phone ringing and rolled my eyes as I heard his voice purr into the phone.
“Morning deary.” I felt jealous as he spoke into the phone and quickly took out my phone to see if I had any messages. I felt a warm thrill shoot through me as I saw I had a text from Braydon, asking if I had gotten home okay. I text him back quickly, trying to ignore Zane sweet-talking some girl on the phone.
“Maybe we can go for dinner?” He purred. “I’m not available for lunch today.”
“Don’t decline because of me,” I hissed towards him, and I saw him frown as he pulled up behind my car, still talking into the phone.
“Angelique, can I call you back later?” He stopped the car, and I jumped out, not wanting to hear him sweet talk the leggy blonde I had met the night before. “Lucky, get back in the car.” Zane got out of his car and shouted at me as I walked to my car. “It’s too dangerous for you to be standing on the side of the road.”
“Can I check my car please?” I huffed. “You are not my dad, Zane. Stop bossing me about.”
“We are on a highway, Lucky. Stop being a baby and get in the car.” He shouted at me and grabbed my arm.
“Ow, that hurts.” I squealed as he dragged me back to his car. “I want to check my car.”
“It’s the same as it was yesterday, Lucky.” He grunted as he opened the door. “Sit down.”
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to know what.”
“You’re a real asshole.” I scowled at him and crouched back as he leaned in towards me.
“Lucky, you are the most …” His voice drifted off as he kissed me, and I closed my eyes as his lips crushed down on mine. I allowed him to push his tongue into my mouth for a few seconds before I pulled away from him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Shutting you up.” He grinned and slammed the door shut, as I was about to shout at him. I sat back and watched as he pulled out his phone. Within a few seconds, I saw a tow truck pull up in front of my car, and I watched as Zane walked up to greet the tow truck guy. I sat in the car for a little bit, hoping to catch my breath before I got out of the car. I touched my lips softly, wondering at the tingle I still felt in them. I had never been kissed like that before: hard, passionately, and all taking. I was angry and light-headed at Zane’s touch, and as I got out of the car, I realized that I had feelings for Zane. Feelings that made me think that accepting a position working for him would be a bad idea.
I walked up to the tow truck guy and ignored Zane’s glare. “Hi, I’m Lucky Morgan, the owner of the car.”
“Uh, hello Ms. Morgan.” The tow-truck looked at me curiously as I gave him my hand. “I’ll have this over to the mechanic within 30 minutes.”
“Thank you.”
“Lucky, didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” Zane’s voice was low and angry.
“I think my head gasket is gone.” I continued talking to the tow truck guy. “You can let the mechanic know.”
“Yes ma’am.” The man looked at Zane and then me, and walked back to his truck quickly.
“How dare you talk to me like that?” I hissed at Zane.
“Lucky—”
“Don’t you Lucky me.” I pointed at him. “You can’t treat me like one of your doozies.”
“Will you please stop dissing the girls that I date?” Zane looked at me with a frown. “Jealousy is not a becoming trait.”
“I’m not jealous of anyone.”
“I don’t want you to be confused, Lucky.” Zane grabbed my hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I’m not confused. You kiss a lot of girls, I’m sure.”
“I ...,” he paused and looked away. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I figured that much.”
“But I like you. I hope we can be friends.” He squeezed my hand, and I felt my eyes grow heavy.
“Sure.”
“Let’s go to breakfast, and we can discuss the job.”
“I think Braydon wants to take me to breakfast or an early lunch.” I suddenly remembered.
“Braydon Eagle?” He frowned.
“Yes.”
“Tell him no.” We walked back to his car, and he opened my door for me. I got into the car and pulled out my phone.
“I don’t think so.” I pretended to dial some numbers.
“Lucky. Do not go on a date with Braydon Eagle.”
