Allie felt mortified, Luke was furious. He quickly wore his boxer shorts.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, barging into my room like that?" He barked at him
Rachel screamed too as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Had Luke moved on so quickly? Sleeping with his secretary? How low could he stoop?
"Luke, explain this to me. Who is she? How could you do this to me? Did you fuck your secretary just to get back at me?" She yelled
"You think so highly of yourself, don't you?" Luke scoffed. "Allie is my wife" he replied, raising his hand and showing her his ring.
"W-hh-what?" Rachel's face turned chalk pale "what are you saying?"
"We got married two weeks ago. Too bad you didn't know about it" he smirked
"That's a lie" she staggered back. "you are joking, Luke. Tell me you're lying" she sobbed, lips trembling
Luke ran his fingers through his hair because he was frustrated
What exactly did she want?
"Okay. What was that you said down there about her being your secretary? Did you --"
"Allie worked as my secretary for seven years. Until we got married" he informed coldly
"Why, Luke? Why did you marry her? I thought you loved me" She screamed
"I married Allie because I'm in love with her" he barked
Allie gasped at Luke's brazen words as she raised the sheets to cover her naked body. She knew Luke wasn't telling his ex wife the truth. He married her because she fell pregnant for him. So why did he say he loved her? Why did it sound so genuine from his lips?
No, Allie! She chided herself. She couldn't afford to get fooled. Luke married her for sex only.
"No! " Rachel screamed. She was becoming hysteric now. "you love me, Luke. Not her! That's what you said"
"Rachel --"
"Don't do this to me, Luke!" She screamed louder, then she held her head and swayed
"Rachel!" Luke yelled as he caught her.
"Luke..." She whispered and passed out
Allie jumped down from the bed in apprehension. "What's wrong with her?"
"I think she's having an episode" Luke said as she placed his arms behind her knees and lifted her up to his chest
"What episode?"
"Panic attack"
"What do we do?" Allie bit her lip, flustered
"I'll take her in to rest. She'll be fine after some rest"
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Luke stayed by Rachel's side as she laid unconscious for over an hour.
"Have some water" Allie said as she brought the cup to Luke.
"It's fine"
"Do you love her?" Allie suddenly asked
He hesitated before he answered
"Why the sudden question?"
"I'm just curious, that's all" she shrugged
"There's no need to be"
"But I am" she insisted. "she said you loved her"
"What does that have to do with anything?" He raised his voice
"I don't know, Luke" she said as she dropped the cup, exasperated. "If you would stop dodging the goddamn question, then maybe I wouldn't think you were guilty" releasing a quick breath, she walked out of the room
"What do you mean by that, Allie?" Luke asked, as he stood up and followed her
She didn't answer. Just kept going
"Answer me!" He yelled but she didn't answer until she got into their room
"You didn't have to follow me here" she raised an eyebrow. "you can go continue being with your ex wife"
With that, Luke pinned her to the wall. Sexual hunger, burning in his blazing gaze.
"Why do you always make things difficult?" His deep voice emanated fury and lust
"I'm not making anything difficult. I asked a simple question that required a simple answer" she said with a feisty glare
He growled and roughly grabbed her waist, pulling her to him
"And you said you aren't jealous?"
She now averted her gaze. "Let go of me!"
He started at her. This woman made him run mad with rage. He loathed what she did to him, yet he just couldn't ignore her. He wanted to do all sorts of unimaginable things that will make her submit to him
"I said, let go of me, Luke " she yelled firmly, fighting the compulsive pull of his charismatic masculinity with all her might, for every skin cell and nerve-ending she possessed was urging her to walk right into his arms.
His stunning eyes, accentuated by the ebony luxuriance of his lashes, narrowed to become even more devouring and magnetic. "Then, what are you? If not jealous?"
Denying her vulnerability, Allie deliberately dropped her attention to study the floor at their feet. "I don't know what you mean"
Luke growled, reaching out a hand to close long brown fingers round her wrist and tug her closer. But he knew he was lying, because that same word was flashing on and off like a warning neon sign at the back of his brain. Yet, as his attention slid from the pouting cherry-tinted invitation of her luscious mouth to the telling indentation of her prominent nipples below her top he had never been further from intellectual control; he was hard and erect and hungry for the tight sheath of her body and that was all that mattered to him.
As Luke drew her to him dismay sent Allie's lashes skyward, green eyes flaring bright as jewels as she looked up at his bronzed sculpted features, scanning the slash of his high cheekbones, the jut of his arrogant masculine nose and his obstinate jaw line. This late in the day his golden-toned skin was steadily darkening with a shadow of stubble that simply highlighted his beautifully shaped mouth. Colliding with his startlingly blue eyes, she was utterly transfixed: he truly was gorgeous.
"This is a mistake," she told him again unevenly. "We're a mistake—"
Her voice died beneath the passionate onslaught of his sensual lips plunging down on hers and it was as if cautionary buzzers went off throughout her taut, quivering body. She craved him like a woman starved of oxygen, stretching up to kiss him back with fervour, needing and revelling in that heady taste of him with every fibre of her being.
Her spine was braced against a solid wall and she felt his hands splay to her hips, tilting her pelvis into provocative collision with the urgent thrust of his erection. A split second later, she was free again and reeling dizzily back against the wall for support with her body still greedily humming while she struggled to rescue her wits.
A mere step away, expelling his breath in an audible roughened hiss, Luke thrust his tongue again into her mouth.
She roused the hot-headed all-consuming sexuality he had believed he had left behind him. With Allie, sex was elemental and as fierce and basic in its energy as a hurricane. Still hugely aroused, he was fighting a driving instinct to haul her back into his arms and carry her off to his bed. As a cascade of erotic imagery engulfed the imagination he had not known he had he almost groaned out loud in frustration.
"What are you doing to me, woman?" He hissed as his forehead touched hers. "did you cast a freaking spell on me?"