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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:Jan 12, 2014    Reads: 5,253    Comments: 9    Likes: 17   

~Author's Note: So sorry it took so long to make these chapters. Hopefully you'll enjoy them. I love you all for reading. This chapter will be extremely short but the next chapter will be longer and hopefully you all will like them J

Chapter 5: Agreed

After the Charity dinner, me and Justin, and my dad walked outside. I shrugged back into my jacket.
I felt a hand on my back and I felt the imaginary pull. I knew it was him.
I turned and met his green eyes.
"A minute?" He asks.

I look to my dad who turns to look at me before getting in the car. "I'll be right there, dad."
He nods and slides into the car while Lukas leads me aside the entrance where everyone was leaving. When we're off to the side where we can't be heard, I lean against the building and cross my arms. "I'm not going home with you tonight." I say.

He looks bewildered and the look is so sexy on him, it makes me smile.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I'll decide when I want to go home with you."

"And when will that be?"
"Tomorrow night."
"What's the big difference between tomorrow and tonight?" He asked.

"Because I want to be sure about this. I need to make sure this is what I really want." I said.
He smiles lightly. "I felt how much you wanted me upstairs."
"Same. But I just don't have a good feeling about it."

"You think I'm going to hurt you?"
I shrugged and look down to the ground.
He sighs. "Look at me."
I don't.
"Peyton, look at me."

I look into his green eyes.
"I am not going to hurt you. Ever. Trust me."
"That's why I'm coming tomorrow and not tonight. To make sure I can trust you. And the second you do something completely out of line that pisses me off, I'm done. We're done and you'll never have me again." I said.

He looks to the ground, an unreadable expression on his face before his eyes reach mine again.

I uncross my arms. "I have to go." I began to walk away but he grabs me by my arm, pulling me back to him.
I look down as his lips brush my ear softly. "Tomorrow." He whispers.
I close my eyes and nod.

He slowly releases me and I open my eyes and continue walking to my dad's car.
Anthony closes the door after I slide in.

"What was that about?" Justin asked.
I gave him a knowing look.
He grins. "Ooh, he wants it bad."
So do I.

The car stopped in the front of me and Justin's apartment. He got out after saying bye to my dad.
I looked over to him.
He smiled. "Did you have a good time tonight?"
I nod. "Yeah, it was really fun. Thank you."
He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. "Goodnight, baby."

I slide out the car and give Anthony a goodnight kiss on his cheek before going into my apartment.
Justin waits for me and we go up by the elevator. "So when is he getting it?"
I lean against the mirror in the elevator. "Tomorrow. I keep wanting to fight it but I want it probably more than he does." I say as the doors open.

"I think its mutual for you two. I've watched the way you two look at each other. You two were eye-fucking especially when ya'll were dancing."
I shake my head as I walk to our door. I grab the key from inside of my bra and open our door.

I walk in and immediately plop down onto my couch. "So tired." I yawn.
Justin chuckles and locks the door after shutting it. "Shit, I'm not. I'm going to change and then I'm going over my girl's house."

"How many girls do you have?"
"More than I can count." He winks at me. "You can go there too you know."
"Ugh….pass. Been there, done that. Never again. You're like a brother now."
He wrinkles his nose. "Wrong word considering we did it in the past. How about step brother? We're not related and the fact that we did the nasty doesn't seem so wrong."

I grabbed a throw pillow and threw it at him as he laughed. "You're gross."

After he left the apartment, that's when I decided to get ready for bed.
I slipped out of my green dress and that's when I remembered that he ripped and stole my thong.
I chuckled to myself.

I slipped the stockings off and grabbed a pair of panties, took off my bra and pulled on a big t-shirt.
I climbed into my bed but as always, I was scared to sleep.
I closed my eyes but every time I did, I saw his face. His face. My mother's husband.
I opened my eyes and turned to my other side.

God, I was never going to get to sleep.

My cell phone was loud as it rung loudly in my ear, startling me from my nightmare.
My hair was stuck to my forehead and I wiped my face off as I reached to grab my phone.
I answered it and put it to my ear as I laid back down. "Yeah?" My voice was shaky.

"Honey? You okay?"
"Yeah, dad. Nightmare." I whispered.
"Jesus, have you been talking to Dr. Shrew-"
"No. I haven't but I will soon. What did you need, dad?"

"Guess who now has a job at Clearwater Publishing House?"
My eyes grew wide. I sat up in the bed. "What?"
"I was able to pull some strings and you've got it, hon. I know you've been wanting this since your freshmen year in college."

"Dad…wow…thank you." It was really sweet of him to do that for me. Although I wanted to do this on my own, the fact that he thought so much of me made my heart lighter. "Am I being interviewed?"

"Yes, hon. Monday morning at six. I'll have Anthony pick you up and take you there."
"Alright dad. I love you."
"Love you more, honey."
I hang up the phone and put it down.
Me…a publisher.

I yank the covers from my body and go to the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee.
My phone rung again and I sighed. If its my dad telling me he's bought me an even better apartment
And car, I'm going to kill him.

I grab my phone and walk back into the kitchen. "Hello?" I ask.
The sound of his voice….god. "Lukas." I reply in a whisper.
"What time would be best to come get you?"

"I'm thinking ninish." I say.
"I'll be there. How was your night?"
I shrug. "Couldn't sleep."
"Neither could I."

"Oh? Why?" I lean against the counter.
"Thinking about you. What I wanted to do to you last night when we were in that room alone. You have no idea, Peyton." He whispered through the phone.
I closed my eyes, my nipples hardening over his words. "Tell me." I whispered.

"I'll show you tonight."
"You're ruining the fun."
He chuckles and it makes me smile. "So I'll see you later."
"Goodbye, Lukas."


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