Page 105 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
Ishuffled down the hall, studying the intricate design of the carpet. The view looked so different in daylight. Beams shone through the long glass wall leading to Lucian’s office.
A loud bang echoed to me and made me quicken my pace.
I peeked around the corner of the room and into the copy room, where all the noise came from. Lucian smacked at the machine. His lack of patience only worsened with each year.
A bit of gray was starting to grace his temples, the lightest bit. It was damn hot, honestly. He would age just like his father, with the finer facial features from his mother.
Elain would never be a fan of me, but she begrudgingly accepted me, and I assumed it was because she knew her son was capable of snapping her neck if she continued being obvious about her dislike of me.
“If you know the copy machine sends you into a rage, why didn’t you send your assistant?”
He whipped toward me, his eyes wide. My lips twitched. It was so hard to catch him off guard.
Lucian’s expression softened. That was my favorite part of my days. Every time he set eyes on me, he visibly reacted.
“I sent him to get your lunch.” Lucian approached while I clung to the door frame.
We didn’t always agree, and he more often than not pissed me off, but . . . I loved him and he loved me with a desperation I never thought possible. “I also asked him to make a reservation for us at the new steakhouse downtown. Does that sound good?” he asked.
We already had plans for tonight. I combed my memories. Yeah, I’d reminded him multiple times about our plans.
“What about date night?”
“Date night?”
He had a great memory, so he was full of shit. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.
“Did you conveniently forget we’re going on a couples date with Verity and Alex?” I admonished.
His expression screwed into a displeased frown. This was his last-ditch effort to get out of it.
My lips twitched.
“Let me hear the complaint.” I huffed.
“There are no complaints from me,” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow at him while he shuffled some papers into a pile and exited the room with me on his heels.
“Are you still mad that I kissed him?”
“Not at you,” he said stiffly. We reached his office, and he opened the door for me, waving me forward.
“You need to let that go. It was years ago,” I huffed, striding past him. “He’s like a brother. Seriously. I don’t know what I was thinking—No, I wasn’t thinking.”
His lips pressed into a thin line.
“No, you weren’t,” he muttered. He slammed the documents on the edge of the desk with more force than necessary. Herolled his shoulders, facing away from me and staring out into the clear, afternoon sky.
“Come on, mate,” I cajoled, sidling closer to him until my breasts pressed against his back. I slid my hand up his side and wound it around his waist. “Loosen up around your brother.”
Alex acted like a kicked puppy anytime they were around each other. It didn’t help that Lucian made his anger obvious.
They’d never been close, but I’d had enough of the tension between them. But unlike Alex, who told Verity he wanted to be closer to him, Lucian didn’t give a fuck. And he needed to stop being an asshole.
I settled my cheek against his back.
“Please try. For me?”
He was so still, I thought he was about to reject my request, but he finally relaxed and exhaled, turning in my arms. His hands clasped my cheeks, and he tipped my face up.
