Chapter 164


    Book 2


    Chapter 12 – Better Than Coffee


    LUCIUS.


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    “Good morning,” Patrea was the first one to greet me, and I immediately stood up. I took the mugs from


    her hands and ced them on the table.


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    Coffee. One was ck, and one was with milk.


    I pulled a chair for her, and she immediately sat down with a wide smile on her face, but her eyes were


    teasing me. “So what’s new in the news?”


    “Hmmm…” My eyes darted to the newspaper Iid on the table, and I took in the first news that caught


    my eye. “It says that Delh Guzman was being sued by her ex-husband for defamation.”


    Sheughed with her hand over her mouth, and my heart skipped a beat because her eyes were


    twinkling as if she found what I said amusing.


    “I didn’t know entertainment news fascinated you. ” She teased.


    “Not as much as you fascinate me.” I winked at her.


    Red tints crept up her cheeks before she pointed at the coffee and ignored my words. “Coffee? I’m not


    sure what your eyes want, so…”


    “Which one do you prefer to drink?”


    “I can drink both, but I like the one with milk.”


    I remained silent and pushed the coffee with milk in front of her, then took the ck coffee to my lips


    and sipped it slowly, not minding that it was too hot. It could never burn me.


    “How was your sleep?” I asked.


    She was about to answer when a voice rang in the air.


    “Good morning!”


    I would have thrown fire at the f*cker for interrupting us if I hadn’t seen the way Patrea’s eyes grew


    wider, as if she could read my mind.


    Both our heads then slowly tilted toward the boxwood bushes that separate Patrea’snd from her


    neighbor.


    Patrea smiled at him, and I felt my lungs constrict. Did she need to smile at everyone?


    “Good morning, Bernard,” she greeted him.


    “I see you have apany. Care to introduce me to your friend or cousin?”


    “Oh,” Patrea eximed before her head turned back in my direction.


    I stood up from the chair before she could say anything, but it didn’t slip my gaze the way her eyes


    widened again.


    I walked toward the fool and stood in front of him with just the bushes between us beforeying out my


    hand. “Lucius.”


    “Nice to meet you, man. My name is Bernard.”


    “Same here. I’m Patrea’s boyfriend.” There, I said it.


    He opened his mouth, but no words came out as his gaze went past behind me. We shook hands


    firmly, and I was dying to burn him, but I was proud of how I was able to control my fire.


    “Well, Patrea never mentions she has a boyfriend.” He shed a devil’s smirk without knowing I owned


    that look.


    “I didn’t know my girlfriend was cozying up with the neighbor and letting him know about her private


    life.” I snapped at him, and I was not sure now if I was pissed off with him or with Patrea.


    Were they close enough that he knew everything about her?


    “I’m not cozying up with anyone,” A soft voice came from behind me before I felt a soft hand touch my


    back before she gripped it with her nails as if wing me.


    Her action f*cking aroused me.


    “Except you…” she continued, and my head tilted down to look at the female who was now beside me.


    From the other side, it looked like she was holding me in her arm, but in reality, she was wing my


    back.


    My eyes locked with her, and I couldn’t help but smile because she looked annoyed, either with me or


    the f*cker, but it still didn’t change the fact that I liked her fingers on my skin.


    “That’s what I thought,” I told her before snaking an arm around her shoulder and pulling her to my


    side. I was enjoying the feel of her body against my bare skin, especially in front of this f*cker.


    “I see,” he scoffed without taking the smile off his face. “So are you moving in?”


    “He’s just here for a vacation.”


    “Vacation from work then. Where are you working?


    I was not really in the mood to talk with him, but I had no choice at the moment. How do I tell someone


    to f*ck off without burning his ass with fire?


    “Yup. Vacation from work I work as the CEO of apany in the south. Now before you ask for what


    company, I just want to remind you that I’m here for a vacation. Unless you want to apply and work for


    me, then I would rather keep thepany names a secret.”


    “Sounds fair. I work as an ountant for apany here, but I also do side jobs. Volunteer firefighter


    and personal trainer at the gym where Patrea goes for training.”


    “I see. Nice to know.” Now, how the f*ck do I get Patrea out of here?


    “He volunteered to be my personal trainer…” Patrea spoke in a soft voice, but I could hear the words


    loud and clear, and it made my forehead crease. “… but I refused because I don’t think you will


    appreciate that.”


    “Good girl…” F*ck, I was not able to stop myself from saying that, but all the regret flew out of my mind


    the moment a smile slipped out of Patrea’s face as she nced up at me.


    Our eyes locked again, and for a f*cking moment, I forgot we havepany.


    “It’s nice to meet you, Barden. But I think I want to take my girlfriend away from here so I can spend


    time with her. Alone.” I told him without taking my eyes off Patrea.


    “It’s Bernard,” Patrea corrected me and pped a hand on my chest — the smile was still on her face.


    I brushed a hand over my hair before chuckling softly. “My bad, I didn’t hear your name correctly. We’ll


    see you around, man.”


    I didn’t wait for him to say anything and just guided Patrea’s body as we turned our backs on him and


    headed for the front door.


    We were already inside, but my hold on her remained, and she still has her arm around my waist. I was


    annoyed that the kitchen was not that far because I wanted to walk longer with our arms around each


    other.


    “Would you like to have another coffee, as we forgot to take our coffee from outside?” She let go and


    walked away from me towards the kitchen.


    “So, you drink coffee every morning?” I asked.


    “Yes!” She eximed excitedly, and I followed after her. “It’s the best thing to have in the morning.”


    “Hmmm…” I mumbled before my hand coiled on her wrist and pulled it back so she spun around, and


    her body mmed against mine.


    “Do you know what’s better than the first cup of coffee in the morning?” I asked.


    Her brows raised, but she didn’t say anything and


    just stayed there, with her body pressed against mine, waiting for me to continue.


    “Me…”


    “Do you know what’s better than the first cup of coffee in the morning?” He asked, and his deep


    baritone voice sent shivers down my spine, directly to my core.


    I remained stuck in my spot, his arms coiling around my body while my hands were pressed against his


    chest.


    “Me…” he said. And without warning, he crushed his lips into mine even before his words sank in.


    I just found my hands crawling up to his neck and coiling them around it before strong arms lifted me


    off the floor and sat me on the kitchen counter.


    Lucius was kissing me. He was kissing me gently, but I wanted more. I wanted him to hurt my lips,


    maybe because he was right — his lips were better than my cup of coffee.


    I began kissing him aggressively as my hand went to his hair, gripping it tightly before my legs


    wrapped around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine.


    Lucius withdrew from my lips. His hand went up to the nape of my neck and he tilted my head up to


    meet my eyes, his own zing red as a devilish smirk crossed his face. “Is the witch a little aggressive


    this morning?”


    A smile curled on my lips as I stared back at him.


    Something was wrong with me. I wanted to run away from my own demons, but I was inviting one into


    my life.


    “I guess I’m right. I am a lot better than coffee, huh?” I nodded my head.


    A low hiss escaped his throat before he pushed me back into his mouth and captured my lips. This time


    he kissed me bruisingly hard, and I think I liked it.


    My arms around his neck and my legs wrapping his waist tightened as I whimpered in pleasure. I knew


    I was ying with fire, but I couldn’t stop myself.


    Something in Lucius awakened the sleeping sensuality inside me.


    “Just kisses, Lucius,” I mumbled after parting my lips from his, before kissing him again.


    “Yes, just kisses…” He pecked my lips, nibbling and sucking while he murmured words. “I’m okay with


    kisses, many kisses, Patrea.”


    I moaned and nodded my head, and the demon in front of me began attacking my lips aggressively, the


    same way I was assaulting his. Soon, his tongue was inside my mouth, fighting with mine for


    dominance, and although I knew I was the one sumbing, I was enjoying dominating his lips from


    time to time.


    My hands were all over his naked skin — touching and gripping, wing and scratching every part my


    hands could reach — but Lucius’ hands remained fixated on my back and my neck.


    I appreciated all his efforts, but nothing could top this moment. Despite the sudden outburst of passion


    from me, he wasn’t touching or gripping me.


    And I could guess why.


    He didn’t want to make one wrong move or touch that would make me remember the past. He wanted


    this moment tost, even if it meant his hands remaining just where they were.


    “Wait…” I pulled away, panting as my chest heaved. “I can’t breathe.”


    “I’m sorry…” He smiled sheepishly, and for a moment, the expression on his face made me forget he


    was a demon.


    “No. I just need to breathe a little, then we can…”


    I was not done with my words when his face closed in, and my eyes shut immediately while my lips


    parted.


    He was kissing me roughly again, and I couldn’t deny the delicious tingles that were spreading between


    my legs.


    It was not even twenty-four hours, and yet he had already broken a part of the protective wall that I built


    around me.