Chapter 58: Want To Take A Picture?

Chapter 58: Want To Take A Picture?

Abigail

“I would love to go with you, did my mother call you by any chance?” I asked, looking up at him and she smirked.

“Yes, something about you wanting to be my assistant, right?”

“It was more of my mother's decision but yes.” He frowned.

“What? You don't want to work with me?” He leaned closer and I felt his hand drifted lower, squeezing my ass.

“I do, I just don't know if we would get a lot of work done.” I said in a soft tone.

“Are you saying I have no self-control?” My eyebrows raised, is he joking?

“Yes, you have absolutely no self-control.” I said truthfully.

He was literally standing as close as he could while palming my ass under my dress. Not that I minded though, I was just as touchy as he was, it was just our relationship. He had to let go of me and took a dramatically big step back.

“Alright, we will see who caves first but don't come crawling to me when your pussy is all needy.” I frowned and stepped forward, he took a step back.

“No, distance.” He motioned with his hand between us. He is just a child.

“Oh, come on, I was just joking.” I chuckled.

“It doesn't matter, let's see who has the most self-control.” He winked, making me roll my eyes. He turned to walk back to the lounge.

“Fine, but that means that you can't punish me either.” I raised my brow at him when he turned around, his hand in his pocket.

“You think you can make the rules, sugarplum?” He chuckled darkly, stepping closer until he stood right in front of me.

“I do,” I said in a certain tone, tilting my head slightly as I looked up to meet his eyes. He hummed and the muscles in his jaw clenched as his eyes dropped to graze over my finger.

“Don't tempt me to spank you right here.” His voice was deeper as he uttered the words, traveling right to my core.

“But then you will lose, daddy.” I teased, his smirk fell from his face and he stiffened. This would be fun.

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Luciano POV.

Five days later and it was time for me and Abigail to leave for Germany. I had spoken to her parents in person, explaining that I wanted her to come with me as a kind of internship position before deciding if she would fit as my assistant. It would be nice to have her at my company but I wasn't there often as I work more with the drug business. If she would ever agree to marry me, I wouldn't want her to work anyway unless she wanted to. It wasn't necessary for her though, I would easily provide her.

We had just boarded the private plane and had gotten comfortable in our seats. I watched as she sat opposite me, much to my dismay, putting her hair up. She had been an extreme tease these past days, all I wanted to do was fuck her senseless but I had agreed to this little game. Actually, I was the one how fucking started it, fucking dumbass. I had noticed how hard it was for her as well, I could practically smell her wet pussy every now and then when I was in her presence. It turned me on how sensitive she was, I didn't even have to touch her for her to get aroused.

She had pulled a few things lately including wearing clothes that barely covered anything or flirting with men right in front of my eyes, trying to get a reaction out of me. She didn't though, but I did sent my men to beat up the fucker who she flirted with. I was very close to losing this game. And that piece of red lace lingerie she wore the other night made the blood flow to my dick in a second. She is just a fucking brat.

“Want to take a picture? It will last longer.” She smirked, sitting back in her seat to cross her legs. Her skirt went up, giving me a peek of her underwear and j I raised my eyes to her.

“I am still allowed to look at what is mine if I am not mistaken, sugarplum?”

“I am sure you want to do more than just look though.” Her voice was steady and her smile teasing me.

God help me what I will do about her bratty attitude when this is over. A male servant came up to us asking if we wanted any drinks. When I saw her leaned closer to him while smirking softly, I understood that hiring a male was a big mistake.

“Can I get a glass of red wine, please?” She smiled up at him.

“You are not drinking,” I said and she moved her eyes to me.

“Yes, I am.” I rolled my eyes, knowing she wouldn't give up if I argued with her.

She might have been the only person I let win an argument with me ever, the young man turned to me but I shook my head, dismissing him. He hurried off and I looked out the window, not wanting to weaken by her alluring beauty. My fingers started unconsciously playing with the rings in my hands, it was a habit I did when I was either bored or in deep thoughts. She was more quiet than usual and I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were set on my hand, I smirked as she clenched her thighs together. She didn't seem to notice that I caught her staring and my fingers spun the ring around. Her lips parted, did this turn her on?

I stopped the movement and rested my hands on my lap, causing her to look up into my eyes and I smirk at her. She didn't say anything, just looked out the window instead. I chuckled to myself, she was clearly aroused. It seems like two can play the game after all.

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She slept the entire flight, curled up in her seat and her lips were parted as she breathed in and out peacefully. I on the other hand had my laptop on my lap, I still had some work to do. We were staying at one of my hotels as my mansion is outside the city. It will be easier for me to travel back and forth from the warehouse where we stacked the drug. It was our monthly check-up where I have to go and look over next month's clients and our income and other things. Perhaps, I would give Michael a little visit as well. He had been locked up here for a while, my men having little fun with him however they wanted. And now I was letting him do some dirty work for me in exchange for him keeping his life. I would kill him eventually though, that little fucker would never live another happy day in his life.

Ambrose wasn't with us, I wanted him to take care of the warehouse back home while I was gone. He was also working to find information about the connection between Abigail's father and The Black Lotus Mafia.