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My Master of Sex (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(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 15, 2014    Reads: 3,141    Comments: 11    Likes: 17   

~Chapter 24: One problem leaves...another one comes

I sat down, on the bed staring at Lukas's laptop. As soon as I opened it, a big picture of Jackie was pulled up.
I need to figure out what the hell is going on.

Lukas walked into the room, and stopped when he saw me on his laptop. I looked to him. "Why is her picture here?" I asked.

Lukas sighs and grabs the laptop, and slams it shut.
He places it on the table beside the bed.

I raised my eyebrow.

"You miss her? If you do, let me know and I'll go."
His brows furrowed. "Would you stop? Listen, I didn't just bring her picture up and stare at it whenever you weren't around if that's what you were wondering."

"Why is her picture up then?"
He sighs. "I didn't want to tell you about this because it wasn't really a big deal."

He comes over and sits next to me. "There is a man named Joshua Lewis that knows me and he was the one who sent me the picture of Jackie."

Lukas runs his fingers through his unruly hair. "Joshua is Jackie's twin brother and ever since he learned about what happened to her, he's been sending me dozens of pictures of her in the hospital and sending me notes."

"Why is he sending you pictures?"
"Think about it. If you knew some guy hurt one of your family members and you wanted to make him feel guilty, what's the main way to do it? Sending you disturbing images of the person you hurt."

"He can't do that. Isn't that shit illegal?"
"I don't fucking know."

"So what notes are he sending you?"
"Yes, honestly."

My eyes grew wide. "He's threatening you?"
"He was very close to Jackie from what I've heard. They were like best friends. The first email I received, I looked him up."

"What did you find?"
"The man has his identity covered up surprisingly good. The only thing I was able to find out was that he was in the military."

"Lukas, what are you going to do? You can't let him do that."
"What, the police are going to arrest him for sending me pictures?"
"Pictures of his sister that tried to kill herself. It's harassment."

"Peyton, Jackie's family is filthy rich. Equivalent to my funds and they have people in their family that are apart of the police. Doesn't matter what he does, odds are, no one will do anything about it. You must not understand these days how the law is unfair."

"Did you delete the notes?"
"Yes, and I delete the pictures. Sometimes he's sends them to my company computers and you can imagine how disastrous that can be so we're working on getting a new server now and blocking out contact from unknown sources. Which in this case, he's an unknown source."

"It's always something. Isn't it?"
He looks to me. "Peyton, no one's going to hurt me. Okay?"
"Military and Police, Lukas. You're building enemies."
He just stares at me. "People have it out for me. I'm not well-liked, believe it or not."

"I like you."
He smirks. "New York, not much. There's competition, and there's Jackie's family and then there's Manhattan." A lost look covers his face.

I lean over and kiss him and this seems to bring him back to me.
His green eyes meet mine.

"Whatever the fuck is in Manhattan, we'll fight it together."

"Peyton, you don't want to get involved in my shit, trust me."
"But it's okay for you to get involved in mine?"
"That's different. I was angry, he deserved it. I had to."

I nod. "I'm beginning to understand that. But you also have to realize that I'm a fighter. Shit happened that made me become one. And in a relationship everything has to be equal. You fought for me. Why can't I do the same for you?"
We stared at one another for a long time. Two dominant people that didn't like to be challenged.

"You're impossible, you know that?" He ask.
"I'm well aware of that fact." My cell phone rings from the night stand. It must be Justin. Justin! Oh fuck. I never called him when we got here. "Oh…fuck me sideways."

Lukas smirked. "What wrong?"
"I never called Justin like I was supposed to when we got here." I stood and grabbed my phone. I answered the phone and put it to my ear as I walked out of the room. "Hello?"

"Are you out of your mind?!"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't yell at me. I'm sorry."

"Peyton, what the hell is going on? He comes to the house, blood all over himself and you two just bolt out of nowhere."

"I'm coming back tomorrow. Get your panties out of a bunch." I say walking down the hallway.
"Where are you?"
"His mansion, if you must know."

"He has a mansion? Of course."
"What is with you?"
"It's just that I'm supposed to be your best friend and I'd like to know what's going on or if you're in trouble and I can't know that and help you if you don't tell me."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I don't think we're in trouble right now. He has an aunt that's a detective, that's taking care of the case right now as we speak and I don't know if it's going to work but we'll see. I'll keep you updated on the situation, okay? But don't call my phone and yell at me like I'm a little kid. I was going to tell you, I just forgot."

He sighs over the line. "Fine. And speaking of keeping someone updated, two people you hate the most came over yesterday."
My brows furrowed. "Who?"

"Florence. And your mother."
"Wait…wait. My mother knows where I live? How?"
"Hell if I know. But she was crying that Brian's missing."
"Oh really?" I ask dryly.

"Yeah. I'm guessing she doesn't know he's dead, huh?"
"How do you know he's dead? Maybe Lukas just beat him up."

"I haven't known the man for so long but when I saw that look on his face when he stormed out of the apartment, I don't have a doubt in my mind that he killed Brian. Dead. Deceased. Pushing up fucking daisies."
Now Justin knew and that was bad. The last thing I wanted was to put my best friend in me and Lukas's mess. But he wouldn't tell. I know Justin. He hated Brian as much as Lukas did, and he may be as thankful for his death as me and Lukas are.

Brian coming to the restaurant was to scare me, I believe. Scare me into letting my mother back into my life, I guess so she can control me. But part of me had known that if opportunity was to present itself again, he would have hurt me again, just like old times. It didn't matter what age I was. My pain was always going to be his pleasure. And now my pleasure is that I never have to see him again. And my mother's broken heart over him 'missing' is more my pleasure.
I wanted her to suffer and now she is. I like to call it Karma.

"What did you two talk about when she came over?"
"Sorry. I kind of treated her like shit. I mean the woman was throwing herself everywhere over him. That was pretty fucked up so I kicked her out. I shouldn't have let her in, in the first place. She might have came over so I'd feel sorry for her dumb ass. But I didn't."

"She comes again, don't let her in. And what did Florence want?"
"She's actually sleep in the guest room. She wanted to talk to you. She was having a 'breakdown' moment. I comforted her but you know, it's kind of hard to since she's so hot and I wanted to fuck her."

"You'd really fuck a girl whose having a nervous breakdown?"
"You know me so well."
I shook my head and let out a tense sigh.
"I hear stress…what's going on?"

"I just need to know if you're okay with knowing what he did? I mean you're not the type of person who'd crack under pressure if you get questioned, are you?"

"Peyton, look at what Brian did to you. He violated you in ways that just fucking sucks. I have a strong stomach and just thinking about it disgust me. The man deserved fucking life in prison but him being dead may just be better because think about it, have you had a nightmare since Lukas killed him?"
I shake my head. "No."

"And the nightmares were ruining you. So yeah, it may be odd to know about it, and it may be wrong but I'm happy. If what Lukas did makes you happy, then I'm happier. It could have been so much worst. Brian could have came back, raped you again, and maybe even have killed you."

When he said the last sentence, reality hit me. He could have. It would have been so easy for him to follow me out of the restaurant, push me into an alley and do what he pleased. And I'm willing to bet that if he would have done that, my mother would not have cared. He had a spell on my mother, clouding her sense of reason and logic. "You're right. He could have." I slump against the wall.
It's still surreal to believe that even after what Brian did, I could actually talk about it. I could even think about it. "Thanks, Justin."

"Anytime. And don't worry. I'm not telling anyone about this."
"Not even my dad, Justin."
"Not even Victor which speaking of which, he wanted you to call him."
I roll my eyes. "Of course he does."

"Alright. Love you."
"Love you too, Justin."
I hang up the phone and hold it against my chest. Justin won't tell. He's a confidant.
And he can get in trouble if there's proof he knew of Brian's murder. But that won't happen if Lukas doesn't get caught.

Lukas appears in the hallway and he looks at me. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head. "Just that…Justin knows and he's not going to tell. We can't tell anyone else about this, Lukas. Let's not even mention this shit again." I said.

"I won't, if you won't."
"Good. Now, lets go swimming."
"In October?"
I nod.
"You're insane."
"Humor me, Kary."

"I stand by my statement that you are insane." Lukas said as we stood to the shore of the lake. The water was a dark blue and the sun was out. It hardly felt like fall.
I giggle and unwrap my towel. "The water temperature is the challenge. Come on. Now."

"You're demanding me?"
I nod. "I'm demanding the Billion Dollar King to come in freezing cold water with me."
I turn to look out into the water and I step into the water and drop my towel.
HOLY FUCK its way colder than I thought.
But I try to stay in. I turn back to look at him.

"It's fucking cold as hell isn't it?"
I shake my head. "I'm not cold."
"A bad liar, must be your only flaw, love. You're shivering."

I stick my middle finger up to him. "It's not that bad like I said." I take a few more steps. My feet are going to freeze off. I'm now up to my calves in the water.

I turn back to look at Lukas who looks amused by me. "Don't laugh at me."
He chuckles. "I can't help it. You actually volunteered us to do this in fall. Winter isn't so far away and you wanted to go skinny dipping in below zero water. You never cease to amaze me, Peyton."

"Just get in the goddamn water and stop complaining. You seem to master everything else. Master the water."
He smirks, his gorgeous dimples showing and he walks up until the water hits his feet.
I look to his face to see if the water effected him like its effected me. It has.
I laugh at his surprised face.

"You said it wasn't that bad."
I giggled at him. "I lied."

He grins at me. "When I get to you, I'm slamming you in the water."
"Yeah right."
"Try me, baby." He challenged.

I walk deeper into the water and Lukas followed me. He seemed to be less oblivious to it then I was.
I turn to look at him but still walking backwards. "You're mighty slow, Kary." I say, teasing him.
He grins at me. "I'm catching up, love."

I'm now waist deep in the water and Lukas is getting close. He threw his towel into the sand and he started walking towards me faster than he was before.
I was still getting use to the water so I couldn't move fast enough.

I shook my head. "No, you're moving too fast."
Lukas smiles at me. "You said I wasn't catching up. I'm doing what you wanted, baby." He finally grabs me and pulls me against his body.

"You better not." I warn.
He raises his eyebrow. "Better not what?…do this?" He slams me into the cold water and I scream.
I come out of the water, my whole body soaked and my wet hair clinging to my back.
Lukas grins at me as I wipe the water from my eyes. I glare at him.

"Cold?" He asks.
I don't answer him, I just jump on him, knocking us both down into the water.
He chuckled and got up with me in his arms. "You're going to pay for that."
"Mmh…make me." I challenged.
"I'll make you." He says putting me on my feet.
"Make me." I whispered again.

Lukas grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he put his lips on mine.
His lips were warm as they moved with mine. Our tongues tangled relentlessly, sparking chills in my body and making me hot and wet. I felt the heat as I grew more and more aroused by him.
Lukas pulled his arm around my lower back and his other hand went between my legs. His fingers ran over my lips, slick with my juices. "God, you're so fucking wet for me."
His fingers move back and forth and they slowly sink into me.
I moaned and slumped against his body.

His lips went to my ear as he held me and slowly moved his fingers in and out of me. "I love your cunt." He whispered.
I closed my eyes, moaning as he sunk his fingers in and out of me.
"So warm," The pad of his thumb stroked my clit. "And so tight."
I gasped, the sensations in my body rising as I arched my back.

His other hand grabbed my chin so that I'd look into his eyes.
"I want to watch you come."

"Fuck me, now."
He shakes his head. "No, baby, this is for you." I clenched my muscles around his fingers. No, this is too soon.

"I need you."
"Do you need me…or do you need my cock?"
His thumb circles my clit, while he stare into my eyes.
I grabbed onto his shoulders, panting. "Both." I breathed.

He smiles softly, not at all helping my situation. "I would give you want you want, Peyton, but the thing is, I enjoy being a tease too much." He removed his thumb and his fingers from inside of me and licked his fingers. He moans in appreciation.

I felt frustration deep in my gut. I glare at him. "You're a dick."
"So I've been told."

I guess I can't blame him. I'm also a tease.
We're basically the same, minus our point of views.
"You want to swim out?" I asked.

"Lake's pretty deep."
"Are you scared, Kary?" I asked.
"You won't ever stop challenging me, will you, love?"
I stared at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
He nods. "Anything."

"That night when you picked me up and I was talking to my boss and you called me 'love', did you-"
"Love you?" He finished.
I nodded. "I'm just curious."

"Curiosity gains you knowledge. And if you must know, I probably did. I knew I definitely felt something. I just didn't know what the fuck it was at that time."

"Were you completely wiped of all emotions? Completely? You didn't feel anything before we met?"
He sighed. "I felt tired, run-down. My career was all I cared about. I wasn't a sociopath, but I just couldn't love anybody, couldn't trust them. I couldn't talk to anyone the way I talk to you. No one would understand. Not like you do."

"I only understand because you let me, you didn't give anyone else a chance."
"No one else was worth it."
"Lukas, I think shit for you would be easier if you don't put up walls for everyone."
"I can't help it."

"If you can break them down for me, you can do it for other people. You're okay with Justin…and my dad."
"Only because you love them."
I sighed. "Fine. We'll work on it."
He sighs and shakes his head.
I kiss his cheek. "Now come swim with me."

After the swimming and an afternoon of talking about anything and everything but our problems, our flaws, people who dislikes us or may be against us, I went to the bedroom and went to Lukas's laptop.
I was curious about the pictures that have been sent to Lukas.

I didn't know where to find the pictures. Maybe his email? I went to the internet, hoping that he was still signed in. And he was.
I went to his inbox and the last five messages were from someone with an odd email name.
My brows furrowed. Four attachments was sent from that email.
I clicked on the first one I saw and it showed a girl, completely different from the picture I seen on Lukas's desk. This looked nothing like Jackie. She looked bad. I could see how this picture could torture Lukas. For once, I felt bad for the girl.

I exited out of the picture and scrolled down. Her brother has been sending these emails for months and Lukas said nothing about it until today.

I scrolled back up and went to the last message sent from the email. I clicked on it and read what it said:


I haven't forgotten. I probably never will. Every day, I will personally send you a reminder of what you did to my family. Jacquelyn will be like this forever and I personally hold you responsible.
I didn't want it to come to this because I know she cared about you so much. How she can give a damn about a man who almost got her killed is beyond me. I am careless about prison. If I go, I go. I am sorry, but I cannot let this go. And I won't.


One problem leaves and another arrives.
It was all here. Clear and simple. Jackie's brother was planning on killing Lukas.


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