Angel XLII

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Potential names:
Angel.

Is what Lukas handwriting says on the white paper.

Is he... planning on naming this club Angel?

I don't know why but my heart starts pounding in my chest.

What the fuck...?

I mean, it can be just a coincidence, he was planning this club way before we crossed paths... but there's also some voice at the back of my head saying it's not entirely a coincidence.

I need to get this clean or I'll go insane.

Even more than what I am right now.

The hall to the VIP rooms has black walls and doors, the carpet being a strong pink, white leds lowered on the walls liting up the way.

Barging inside the door he said his office stayed, as usual, I walk to him, who's checking something on a laptop.

"Is Dimitri-" He starts to say, a smirk in his face, but soon is cut off by my lips on his.

Pushing his chair back, I straddle him, my fingers tangling on his soft black hair, our lips hungrily moving in sync.

"Tell me this is what I think it is." I breath out, after pulling away, putting the paper in front of his face.

Lukas licks his lips, not meeting my eyes. "Where did you find this?"

"Just tell me, Lukas." I almost beg, almost.

I don't know why, honestly no fucking clue.

But just the possibility of him having actually thought about it for this club makes something to me.

Once again I don't know what that is, which drives me mad and crazy at the same fucking time.

His actions tend to have that affect in me, everything about him really, that's why he's so damn infuriating, and why I can't stop hating him but wanting him at the same fucking time.

It's insane...wildly insane.

"Yes."

He admits, eyes trained on me, and in a flash my lips are in his again.

Soon my tongue thrusts inside his mouth, both dancing around each other in sync, and Lukas pushes me closer by my hips.

We groan as I grind in his growing erection, his hand cupping the back of my neck, pulling our faces closer.

My legs wrap around his torso as he lifts us up, and my eyebrows raise when he pulls away to flash everything above the desk to the floor, computer included.

Damn. Ok.

He sits me above the now empty desk, and takes off my top, leaving my chest on show as I take off his black t-shirt.

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