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The Master of Sex

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(Finished)(Author's pick for best story)Lukas was a man. A beautiful rich man that somehow swept me off my feet. It was only supposed to be sex. Just that. But the more we spent time together, the more I feel. The more I want.
We both have secrets. Secrets that haunts us. I know that I want to be with this man, and he may want the same thing, but I feel that our secrets will keep us apart…forever. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 4, 2014    Reads: 3,413    Comments: 17    Likes: 21   


~Chapter 18: Promise me


I was sitting on the beige leather couch in Dr. Shrewster's office. I felt good this morning. Refreshed.
Shrewster was just studying me.
I just looked out the window. I couldn't keep a smile from my face.

"Peyton,"
I look to him. "Yeah?"
"I like this smile. This, I haven't seen in years."

I shrug. "It was time it came out of hiding."
He smiles half-heartedly. "Why is that?"
"I'm so sick of living in my past. I'm just…I'm ready to smile, Shrewster. I have a good job that I actually like. Me and my dad are good. Me and my best friend are cool. Everything is just pretty damn good at this moment."

He nods. "And Lukas Kary?"
I knew he was going to come up. I was beginning to think that Lukas was Shrewster's favorite subject.

I exhale as my heart begins to pump a bit faster and my skin grows hot. "Lukas is….Lukas is perfect."
Shrewster raises his eyebrow. "Define perfect."
"I'm seeing him…exclusively and we've been so good. There's been a couple of bumps but we are working through them and we're good."

"Any nightmares?"
I shake my head. "It's been a week. None."
Shrewster nod. "Well then good. Why do you think they stopped, Peyton?" he asked.
I look to the plant sitting on the table next to me. I play with the leaf. "I don't know. Him. I think."

"How odd. The second he comes into your life, the nightmares stop."
"Maybe its because of Brian." I said.
Shrewster tilts his head, his aging eyes widening a bit.

I nod. "I told him."
"You told him about it?"
I nod. "Surprised?"
"Quite. How did he take that?"
"He was angry. He wanted to find Brian and I stopped him."
"Why'd you stop him?" He asked.

I crossed my legs. "Because Brian is not my problem anymore. He's not worth it. I would never give him the satisfaction of fucking up what I have with Lukas. I just want it to be us. We have enough drama on our plates. Fuck Brian. Fuck him."

Shrewster twists his mouth. "Peyton, I want to talk to Lukas."
"Shrewster. That's not a good idea. At all. That idea is so bad, I can't fathom why you would want to."
"Because I'm fascinated. This was not you and all of sudden, things start to change. I want to meet the man who put this smile on your face."
I giggle. "I don't know."

"Just think about it. Ask him."
"Okay. I'll ask but don't expect a yes."
He nods. "Fair enough. I'll see you on Saturday, Peyton."
"Okay." I grab my purse and get up from the couch to leave.

I admit that I don't know if I wanted Shrewster to actually meet Lukas. Was a therapist even allowed to do that? Ask for someone in your life to come to a session with you?
I didn't think that was allowed but I'll think about it. I just don't know how Lukas will react to it. I had a hour before I had to be at work.

I decided to go to see Lukas before I went to work.
I parked right in front of Kary Enterprises and my eyes grew wide. Jesus. It was huge. The building had to be sixty feet or higher.

I opened my door and got out.
I shut the door and moved towards the revolving doors.

When I got in the building, it was even bigger on the inside, surrounded by columns, elevators and marble floors. There was a cherry wooden desk which a woman sat behind, seeming busy at work.
I walked up to her and looked up at me. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to see Lukas Kary." I say.
She raises her blonde eyebrow. "Do you have an appointment?"
I shake my head.

She picked up the black phone sitting on her desk. "I'll see if he wants you." She says putting it to her ear and dialing a number.
I know he does.

She paused for a second before saying, "Mr. Kary, I have a…" She looked at me. "What's your name?"

"Peyton Moyer." I answered.
"Peyton Moyer here to see you."
Another pause before she says, "Yes sir." She hangs up the phone and looks to me. "He says for me to send you up. His office is on the highest floor."
I nod my thanks and walk over to the elevators. I step in and press the button for the highest floor with was '77'.
The doors closed and I let the elevator carry me up.

I leaned against the wall that was covered by a mirror. What if he was doing something important and I just interrupted him?
I started to rethink my coming here.

The doors opened and I greeted another woman that was sitting at a desk before I went to a set of wooden doors.
I knocked quietly.

"Come in." His voice was hard, authoritative.
I smoothed my dress and my hands went to the knob.
I opened the door and peeked in.

His office was huge, holding a long, cream colored sectional and flat screen tv in the corner. His walls were covered with floor to ceiling windows that looked out to a lake.
The floor was white marble like the lobby of the building and his desk was a dark wooden color and held by two computers. He was facing the window, looking out. "I'm working on the next phone right now." He says.

At first I think he's talking to me again. Then as he turns his head slightly, I see he's wearing an ear piece. Of course.
I shut the door and lean against it, waiting for him to get off the phone.

"I don't know. It could take months. It could take years, all I know is that I want it done. This is more important than all that other shit. We make the upgrade to the phones and then we focus on the upgrades of everything else. Until then, we all need to be focused on this. I have some company so I have to go." He turns his ear piece off and turn to me as he sits it on his desk. His green eyes meet mine.
I don't think I could ever get over how beautiful he is. God, it was incorrigible.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit, with a white button down shirt underneath, and with it, a black tie.
I smile at him. "Billion Dollar King, hard at work."
He grins at me. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged as I pulled my pea coat from my shoulders and laid it out on the couch. "Had some time before work to come see you, so here I am."
I studied his office and its a lot more organized and vibrant than the one at his house.

He watches me as I sit in his swivel black leather chair, identical to the one at his penthouse. I cross my legs and smirk at him. "Miss me?"
"Always."
"I missed you too."

"I wanted you here. I was actually just thinking about you."
"Oh?"
He nods and grabs a slim, little rectangular box from his desk. He came around to the other side of the desk and held the box out to me.

"What's this?" I asked as I took it.
I opened it and it's a phone. New, and glossy, and it had that trademark 'E' logo on the front.
I looked to Lukas. "This phone looks hella expensive."

"It's seven hundred dollars. That's not expensive."
"You sound looney."
"You really think I'm going to make you pay for this phone?"

I studied it as I picked it up in my hands. It was light and had a black screen in the back, a white screen in the front. I had to admit, it was pretty damn nice. "I'll take it. How the hell do I work this thing?" I ask as I slide my thumb across the screen.
It turned on, showing the time in big, thin, fancy numbers. "You know," I look to him. "I don't like accepting gifts from anyone." I say.

Lukas stands in front of me and leans down, lifting my chin with his finger. "I'm not just anyone, Peyton. I'm your boyfriend." He whispers before kissing me.
I smile under the kiss.

When he pulls away, he sits on his desk, watching me.
"So, I never told you this, but I have a therapist."
"Well with everything you been through, I wouldn't expect anything different." His tone changed.

"Yeah," I sat back and swung slightly in his chair. "So, he wants to meet you."
Lukas's eyebrow raise. "He wants to meet me?"
I nod. "Me and Dr. Shrewster known one another since I was twelve. I had a children's therapist after I moved back with my dad, but on the side, I was seeing him and he helped me way more than the children's therapist did. He sees a change in me and he just wants to meet you if you'd be…okay with that."

"Do you want me to go?"
"Well, it's up to you. I'm not going to force you to go."
"I might consider it."
"Thank you." I stand up and Lukas gets off the desk to step behind me.

I look at the picture sitting on his desk, of a blonde haired, blue eyed, woman with strong cheekbones and long eyelashes.
"Is that her? Jackie?" I asked.
"Yes. That's her."

I sigh. Okay. She's beautiful. And I didn't like that he was keeping a picture of her on his desk but what could I say? He felt guilty about her and maybe he missed her. Does he? "Do you miss her?"
He shakes his head. "I keep thinking I should. Then I think about how she was, what she did, and I start to feel nothing."
I grab her picture and look at her. "God, she was beautiful. A girl like that did some stupid shit like this. She could have had anyone she wanted, I'm betting."
Lukas sighs. "Yet she wanted me and look what it got her."

"Don't do that," I turn to look into his eyes. "Don't. We're putting that shit away just like we're putting Brian away."
The second his name left my mouth, Lukas's eyes grew darker. "Don't say his name. That's just going to piss me off."

"What did I tell you? He's not fucking worth it. Just leave that shit alone. For me. Please leave it alone."
Lukas looks away from me, shaking head head, anger and hatred in his eyes.
"Can you leave it alone?" I asked.

He smiles. "If I said yes, I'd be lying." He looked to me. "You need to go to work."
"Now you're trying to kick me out. Lukas, I'm serious."
"I am too."
"Leave it alone."
"No."

"Why are you so stubborn?"
He shrugs. "You want me to let go of it and I can't. What, when you told me that, you didn't expect me to get mad?"
"I knew maybe you'd be upset but-"
"Upset doesn't cut it. Go to work."

I put Jackie's picture back onto his desk."Not until you promise me you'll drop this."
"I'm not about to stand here and make a fake promise to you, Peyton."
"How do you expect us to move on from it if you don't let it go."

"Because you're mine and I protect what's mine. Always." I remove myself from against his desk and walk towards the doors. I stop and turn to look at him. "I'm starting to realize I can't win with you."

He smirks. "Glad you know now."
"This is really pissing me off."
He walks to me until he's standing in front of me. "I'm pissing you off?"
I nod. "Yeah, you are, actually."
He takes a strong grip to my hair to bring me to his lips. He doesn't kiss me, his lips are just brushing against mine. "I'm pissing you off?" He whispered.

"Yes." I whispered back.
"I don't care." He takes my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it slowly.
I shake my head. "Listen to me-"
"Listen to me, Peyton. I know how you are. You want to bury shit. I can't blame you. But this is something else entirely. I'm not going to bury it."

"Learn to or I'm done."
Lukas pulled back a little, shocked.
"Lukas, when I told you, it was to help me, to help us, to bring us closer and by you getting into this, it's doing the opposite. Promise me you'll drop it."

Lukas stared into my eyes and I know he didn't want to. He sighs. "I promise."
I lean over and kiss his lips. "Thank you." I gently nibble down on his lip before I pull away. "I'm going to work." I grabbed his hand and kissed it before grabbing my pea coat, and walking out of his office.
***********

Out of his job and into mine.
As soon as I got in, I got straight to work. I went through manuscripts that were mailed to me and I went through them fast, before sending them to to Ian.

I only took a few coffee breaks, every now and then.

By the time, lunch time arrived, I was wiped out. I've been staring too hard at the computer screen and my mind felt like it was going to explode.
"Want to grab some lunch?" Ian asked.

I nodded as I grabbed my purse. Although I was becoming friendly with a lot of my other co-workers, Ian was the only person I enjoyed having lunch with. What he says actually matters to me.
"Where are we going?" Ian asked as we got into his car.

"This place that has fish, shrimp, salad. You like sea food?" I asked.
"Love it."
I told Ian the directions to the place and he parked in the parking lot. "So, catch me up on life." He says as he turns the car off.

"Oh god. There's personal stuff."
"Well then is everything good between you and Mr. Kary?"
I nod. "Everything's good. We're good. It's just going to take some time for our relationship to really build. I mean he's amazing though. He is."
We walked through the parking lot. "Are you in love with him?"

I nod. "Yes, but he doesn't know that."
"When are you going to tell him?"
I shrug. "I'm not. It's too soon. There's still shit on the surface."
"Well as a man whose been married to my soul mate for twenty six years, there's always going to be some shit on the surface. But an easy relationship is boring."
He had a point.

Ian opened the door for me and I walked in. "Thank you."
He followed in after me. "Baggage takes time to deal with, but if that person is worth it, the baggage is worth it."

I nod to Ian. "You should be a councelor or something."
He laughs as we go up to the counter to order our food.
I order the shrimp salad and Ian orders the fish dinner before going off to the bathroom.

When I was handed our food, I paid and grab the bag.
"Peyton,"
I turned my head to see Jamie. Daniel's son.
He was leaning against the counter with a sick twisted smile on his face.
Which is worst than the angry look in his eyes when he tried to attack me that night.
Something told me, this visit was not going to be good.





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