Page 101 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"I have to go on a cabin vacation with my mom and Lisa during Thanksgiving break. Lisa chose the dates when we gave Mom the gift. I'm so sorry, Rose." He sounded so sad as he spoke. He couldn't even look at me. I grabbed his face, making him meet my eyes. I kissed his nose and smiled down at him.
"Don't be sorry. It's important you spend time with your mom. Enjoy every moment of it with her. I'll be fine. I think maybe I'll drive back home and take the chance to check in on my dad's girlfriend and the baby." I think it would be a good idea. I definitely don't want to be here alone without Lucas.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked, probably worried about me seeing my dad.
"Yes, I'll be fine. I won't stay with him. Instead, I'll stay at a hotel around town. I kind of miss the place." He didn't seem convinced by my words, still holding a deep concern in his eyes. "I promise, I will be okay. I won't go to his house when he's home. And I'll go to check on the baby then stay away from either of them. I'll avoid his hangouts and his house when he's there. Trust me, I know how to handle my dad. I've been doing it for a long time." I reminded him with a gentle pat to the cheek.
"Be careful, Rose. I don't need you getting hurt again."
I nodded my head, remembering the hard sting on my cheek the last time I saw my father. I swallowed down the emotion, laying back down beside Lucas. As usual, his arms carried my troubles away, allowing me to relax and nap on his chest. When I woke up, he was deeply immersed in my sophomore year journal.
"What part are you on?" I asked him, startling him just the slightest as he hadn't noticed me wake up.
"You went laser tagging with Ian for the first time. Of course, he let you win." Lucas shook his head. I think he's developing a deep- seated jealousy of Ian, which is not very healthy.
"Uh, he didn'tletme. I won fair and square, thank you very much." I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh.
"Sorry, my mistake. You totally won fair and square."
"Damn straight." I straddled him on the bed, grabbing the journal from his hands and placing it on the bedside table.
"I was reading that." He smirked at me.
"I have something better for you to do." I leaned forward, kissing those delicious lips of his. My teeth caged his bottom lip, sucking on it as I pulled back from his face. My hands slid up his torso until they landed on his face. I gripped at his jaw, bringing him closer to me. His hands grabbed my hips, holding them tight as I continued to kiss him hungrily. My tongue explored his mouth as he did the same.
His hands trailed up my back to my bra strap, unclasping it in one smooth move. My shirt was shot off me and thrown to the side without a care. Our clothes were shed quickly as we continued to kiss. My body was hungry for him, as it always is. The feeling and need to have him in me has not died down this past month. In fact, I dare say, it's grown.
Lucas grabbed my legs, dragging me to the edge of the bed. He didn't waste time entering me, pumping in me quickly. His tongue licked from my navel up to my clavicle as I arched my back in pleasure. He licked at my neck next, sucking on it enough to surely make a mark appear there tomorrow. When he was satisfied there, he trailed down to my breasts. He feverishly left marks on me, littering my torso. The possessiveness of it had me feeling more pleasure than I thought it would.
"You're all mine, Rose," he whispered in my ear. He placed the back of my knees on the inside of his elbows, holding them up to my chest, essentially turning me into a ball. This position granted him deeper access to me, intensifying the pleasure that pulled inside me. I moaned loudly, only causing him to take me faster.
"Yell my name, Rose." He gripped onto my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Not exactly sure why, but it made my pleasure escalate until I felt ready to burst.
"Lucas!"I yelled as I came over him.
"Fucking perfect," he told me, before kissing me so lovingly as he came deep inside me. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you yell my name." I blushed at his words, feeling a little self-conscious of the way I say his name in the midst of my orgasms. I know he's always liked it, he even named himself asthe man who makes you scream on my phone. There's no lie there.
"Good, because I can't seem to stop screaming it when you fuck me the way you do." I admitted.
"Round 2?" He asked.
Lucas' P.O.V.
Rose was in class right now with plans to eat lunch with Hailey later. I'm taking this time to read her journals, and then hang out with Leo. Work is taken care of, having stayed up late to get it done. I hated losing time with Rose, so I have started to work at night while she sleeps. I'm awake then, anyway.
I decided to read inside the small cafe on campus that Rose and I had visited one morning. This used to be my favorite spot to get work done when I was attending here. The smell of coffee is soothing and has always helped me to focus better. I opened up Rose's journal almost to the end of her sophomore year now.
Thankfully with Ian around, she was able to handle high school better. She was still picked on, or messed with, but Ian was always by her side to comfort her or defend her. I do think Rose's first love is not her ex Julius, but this Ian guy. I hate to admit it, but I am a bit jealous of Ian. He was able to rescue her back then. I wish I could have. I wish I could go back in time and save her from her misery.
Dear future me,
He's moving. The love of my life is moving!
I hate today. I hate life. I hate everything.
He told me his parents are being sent overseas for business. He'll be moving to London for a while. He swore we would keep in touch…we both did. There's no way I'm going to lose him as a friend. I'll write to him as often as I can.
I really wish I had a phone. We would be able to talk whenever we wanted, but Dad's never seen the point in me having a phone. He says it's a waste of money. I think I'm the only high school kid without one. I'm certain I'm the only one without a computer or internet either. The only way for Ian and I to stay in touch is through the good old fashion mailing system. Which will take for-freaking-ever.
