Streams of light from the looming sunrise softly creates shadows in the large office that was once covered in darkness. The space was evenly occupied with pieces of intricately designed furniture that screamed luxury, everything being a blend of black and gold. The space that was currently in being the main office, the door on his left leading to his private chambers and the door to his right leading to a bathroom. He could practically just choose to live in his office. Lucian sighs, his right hand coming up to rub his temple in slow circles, already feeling the all-too-familiar migraine developing. Grunting, he stands from his chair, and his eyes fall on the large wall clock.
It's almost 7 AM, why does time seem to pass so fast these days? The pile of work never seems to get smaller no matter how many nights I choose to slave in here. A good hour's nap will perhaps chase away the migraine.
Closing up the red file and his MacBook, he starts walking towards the door but stops in his tracks immediately. He remembers that his bedroom is occupied, the thought making him angry because no woman has ever stepped inside his bedroom, let alone slept on his bed. He turns to his left and heads into his private chambers, as he liked to call it. Inside, the room could easily pass off as a small library, with the tall shelves aligned by the walls with books arranged in perfection, a fairly large, chic-looking red sofa bed in the middle, a glass coffee table with a couple of books and papers on it, and a black carpet finishing the look. Lucian plops on the sofa, his eyes enjoying the darkness of the room since he did not bother to draw thick black curtains blocking the entry of sunlight through the large window on his right. He lets his head rest on the couch's arm in an attempt to get a power nap. He closes his eyes as his facial features relax, unlike his cursed brain.
Vespera has been moving in an unfamiliar fashion; it's unsettling. Why did she ignore my call, and I know she's in the house? What is this new friendship she has developed with Silica, of all the people? She used to hate her when we were growing up, saying she's a fake wannabe Barbie and other mean words, simply because our parents favored her over their child and they would not be ashamed to rub it in her face. Lately they've been going on useless shopping sprees and "outings" together... Should I be worried? Perhaps I should assign one or two guards to keep an eye on them and report back to me everything they do. Yes, that is exactly what I will do immediately after getting some shut-eye.
I wonder if she's awake... I should make a call and make sure food is served to her… or a text to Carlos will suffice.
Lucian slips his phone out of his pocket and shoots a quick text to Carlos containing the instructions to make sure breakfast is delivered to his bedroom, and then places his phone on the coffee table, closing his eyes once more. Before he could simmer in his thoughts, a small 'Ping!' blares and his eyes shoot open, knowing where exactly that sound came from, his gaze falls on the wall next to the door, a small monitor that was connected to the CCTV camera in his office showing a figure step inside his main office door. The private chamber being soundproof, he could not hear anything from the outside, hence why he had the CCTV camera installed in his main office and an alarm notification 'Ping' immediately after someone enters his office without his authorization. As he watches closely, he notices the figure come closer, and the blonde hair is the first thing he notices, followed by her annoyingly loud voice coming in from the small speakers in the monitor calling out his name.
Ugh…Silica…
Why do I have to deal with her this early morning? Was today the day she was supposed to return? How did this escape me? I am not in the mood for her shenanigans today…
He watches as she comes close to the door and knowing she noticed the red light on the door handle, signaling that the room is occupied, she faces the camera, her hands on her hips, with an annoyed expression clearly directed at him, "Luci, I know you can hear me, open up, I have a surprise for you that you do not want to pass on."
Sighing, he mentally braces himself for the encounter as he takes his phone, opens the surveillance app and taps on the button, hearing the lock on the door click open. He watches as Silica "fixes" her hair and takes out what seems like lipstick and a pocket-sized mirror, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as he places his phone back on the coffee table. The scent of her perfume hits his nostrils immediately after the door opens, allowing light to seep into the comfortable darkness of the room as she walks in.
The first thing he notices is the shiny 6-inch blocks on her feet, followed by the knee-length black trench coat tightly wrapped around her small torso, accentuating the shape of her hips, her wavy blonde hair falling delicately over her shoulders, and of course, the conspicuous-looking bright red lips. Her annoyed expression still plastered on her face, she grumpily stomps towards the curtains and opens them without warning, the sudden flash of light making his eyes fall shut and his left hand coming up to shield his eyes from the burning light.
"Silica, why in the hell would you do that? Did you perhaps forget where you've walked into? Ugh, for fuck's sake…" His voice was laced in anger, now directed at her, the cause of his discomfort. What annoyed him the most was the fact that he knew she did that on purpose. Hearing the soft material of the curtains slide against the iron rod, his left hand drops as he opens his eyes, he sees the room grow slightly darker and that gives him a sense of relief. He sits up and turns to face her, the light from the small opening left from the curtains not fully being shut bothering his eyes but he chooses to not be the cause of more drama; knowing her and her tendencies to make everything about her and her annoying ability to always find a way to blow things out of proportion.
"Why were you not downstairs to receive me, Luci? Hmm?" She asks, her hands now folded on her chest. Lucian's eyes immediately notice the bulging cleavage, and they stay there a little longer than a minute before her squeaky voice forces him to raise his gaze toward her face.
"Don't tell me you forgot that I was landing today, Luci! Huh… How could you? I had a really terrible flight with the attendants being bitchy towards me and my father did not allow me to..." He tunes her voice out of his brain and he stands up, sighing inwardly as he slowly walks towards her, his eyes trained on her ocean blue eyes. He watches her closely with every step he makes, her eyes wavering ever so slightly with uncertainty and conflict from how fast the situation is changing. Her voice getting lower and her words coming out as a stutter when he was now standing directly over her, his face inches from hers. Her lips now shut and her eyes struggling to maintain eye contact with his, her vulnerability now clearly visible on her face. He snakes his arm around her tiny waist, pulling her flush against his body and her red lips part in a gasp, a sign that she did not see that coming. She looks up at him, her neck fully stretched due to their large height difference.
"Luci, I just thought maybe we could…" Lucian's left palm cups her cheek as he leans down, his lips coming in contact with hers in a soft kiss, shutting her up.
Her lips feel so soft, as always… fuckk…
His hold on her waist tightens as he deepens the kiss, biting on her lower lip hard enough to have her gasp. Briefly letting go of her lips to run his warm tongue slowly along her bleeding lower lip, leaving a trail of saliva dripping down her chin, the taste of her blood hitting his taste buds, reminding him that he had not had breakfast yet, his fangs making an appearance as he struggles to maintain control over his thirst. He takes a deep breath as he feels his fangs return back to their normal state, and he doesn't waste any time kissing her once more, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her moans against his lips driving him wild, the need to have more of her evident in the growing tent in his pants.
He breaks the kiss only for his right hand to leave her waist and come up to grab a handful of her hair, earning a wince and a hiss from her lips, but that doesn't stop him from pulling her head to the side, exposing her soft, slightly tanned neck, and he runs his tongue from the base of her neck up to her ear and letting his teeth drag against her skin as the scent of her arousal hits his nose. He could feel how fast her heart was beating as he kisses her shoulder and softly nibbles on it, leaving a hickey. She softly moans against him, her breathing coming out as soft pants. He sneaks his left hand under the coat, groaning against her neck as he feels his hand come into contact with her skin.
FUCK… she didn't have clothes on underneath this? Fucking slut…