Chapter 14

Luke couldn't deny how much this girl was turning him on. Every single day since they began going out together three weeks ago he had always craved to do more than just kissing. Even though Luke and Kylie has been friends since she got divorced to Mark, they never had this close intimacy not untill when Kylie begged him to play the role of a fake boyfriend/fiance for her all because she wanted to make Mark jealout. His hands itched to run through her creamy smooth skin but he was patient to wait till Kylie was ready.
"And I won't," she placed a small kiss on his lips,
"Kiss you,"she kept on teasing.
Luke smiled taking her lips for a real kiss his hand loosening its grip on her slender waist, sliding to cup her butt.
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"Dammit Betty! Slow down a bit. We are already here. I swear if you trip on those six inch heels I won't carry you," Mark growled trying to keep up with his fiancee as they strode into the exquisite beach house.
Mark always knew when another man was a competition. Up till now he hasn't seen one man hot enough to shake his ground. Now more than ever he would have loved to say this man before him wasn't but he clearly was a competition and a big one at that. His immediate resentment of him must have shown on his face as Luke let his hand fall back beside his thigh.
"Babe, the guy is offering his greetings. Don't tell me you are thinking about the company again?" Mark turned to look at Betty but his gaze rested on Kylie's emerald eyes staring at him in shock.
"Mark," he paused watching Kylie swallow letting a small smirk linger on his lips,
"Mark Johnson," he said looking at Luke with challenging eyes.

It was a good thing Betty wanted to buy some lady stuff for herself. Apparently since Kylie wasn't feeling too well Luke offered to drive her to the small town's supermarket. Such a perfect opportunity to have a little reunion with my Cara Mia. It would an undeniable lie if I said her sexiness had declined. Her lips were fuller now and God knew how much I wanted to kiss them. Who would have thought after four years we would meet again? I smiled remembering our little episode as I strode into the safe precinct of my room. This was going to be one hell of an exciting holiday for me. The ringing of my phone cut off my grin when I saw my PA's name.
"Hello boss. Please tell me you haven't arrived yet," he sounded hysteric.
"Why Dave? Is there a problem?" I already switched to business mode.
This was the damn reason I hated leaving my company. Everything always starts going haywire precipitously.
"I am sorry sir but I might have gone against your instructions sir and traced your girlfriend's childhood friend. I know you didn't want me to because that would be invading Betty's privacy but trust me sir when I tell you what I found, you will thank me. Betty's best friend is actually your ex wife Kylie Carter and she is now dating a manager of a local restaurant in-"
"Do you need a vacation Dave?" I asked coolly.
"No sir. I didn't mean to offend you Sir. I just thought maybe-" This guy is really mouthy something I abhorred deeply.
"Dave am not interested. Remember what I employed you for and don't go around snooping in people's lives without my permission," I cut the line off dropping down on the bed.
Kylie, her lightly dimpled cheeks, the wet hair strands clinging to the side of her face. I couldn't wipe out the picture of the tempting cleavage showing off from her toweled body. Her long legs showing beneath had been driving me crazy. All I wanted was to feel them wrapped around my waist as she clung to me once again. Now more than ever I wanted her so bad.
Sighing I drifted off to sleep fully clothed in the made bed. All I could dream of was making love to Kylie, her lithe body giving into the epic whirlwind of passion. Kisses on my face woke me up as I open my eyes to see Betty staring down at me smiling.
"Betty, you are back," I sat up on the bed rubbing my eyes fighting the urge to retort for cutting off my sweet dream.
"I came back about one hour thirty minutes ago. Lunch is ready and am pretty sure you are starving right now,"she announced.
"You know me babe. I'll be right downstairs in a minute," I smiled at the thought of me and Betty on the same table.
"Hun?" she paused to make sure she got my attention,
"Why don't you want us to sleep in the same room again? We are already dating," here we go again.
"Babe are we talking about this again? I already told you before that I want for once to exercise control. You know it's hard to keep my hands off you. Besides the owners of the beach house aren't even sharing a room. Please understand," she looked at me before bursting into a full lip smile.
"Whatever you wish hun and know I am only agreeing to this because I wanna be courteous to my best friend since its her house. We wouldn't want to turn it into a sex den. Now get up and take a quick bath then come downstairs. And you might wanna take care of that,"she ordered lightly before going out of the room.
What the hell was she going on about? My gaze flew downwards to the unmistakable boner throbbing against the material of my pants. Dammit! How was it possible for one woman to have such an intense effect on me?
Ten minutes later I walked downstairs to the rather elegant dining room, fashioned with expensive mahogany dining set. That was no surprise at all because Kylie had always had a good taste. When I finally reached, Betty was helping Mark doing the last setup of the table. I frowned when I noticed Blaze wasn't present.
Avoiding me now huh?Darling that's my favourite game.
"Good thing you are here already," Betty smiled as I took my place on the table.
"I can see you are almost through, you wouldn't need a hand now, would you?" I questioned glancing at Mark. Not that I was going to help anyway.
"No worries man. We got it all covered," he smiled so brightly that I internally snarled.
What kind of a man smiles like a kid who had just stepped into Disney land for the first time?
"I can't see Kylie. Isn't she joining us?' I inquired casually.
"Why would I miss lunch? I already skipped breakfast," Kylie said descending the stairs slowly as though on a runway.
A slight grin worked it's way up my lips taking in the Blue Jeans fitting her perfect round ass as though they were made just for her. The navy blue long sleeved shirt didn't do much justice to her petite yet firm breasts. Damn! This lady was just a perfect piece of art. I shifted uncomfortably at the sudden twist in my pants. I almost groaned or more like moaned when she flicked her hair in a sensual kind of way.
"Mr John are you okay?" she mocked sitting down all the way across the table.
"Am pretty sure am nothing close to John jan," I replied as Luke and Betty sat down too. I internally smacked myself for my lame statement.
"Oh! I was sure I heard your name was John but then again I wouldn't be surprised if it's not. My judgement has always been bad," she fired back challenge in her eyes.
I winced at her words but that didn't deter my feelings even for a second.
"It's Mark,"I didn't want to get into word battle with her. I would prefer a different kind of battle. Let's say a tongue battle? Hands battle or a body-battle? I really need to stop daydreaming.
"Minutes later we were all munching our food quietly but I couldn't help stealing several glances towards Kylie who much to my dismay sat directly in front of me. I would have loved her presence much closer but of course I knew she would sit far away from me as possible. There is always tonight. I will have you tonight Kylie, I thought as a smile tagged my lips while I seemingly stared at my food, twisting the fork.
"Something interesting on the food?" Betty questioned.
"Not exactly but I can't help savouring it's sweetness. It's just as tasty as it looks. My tongue has always been a great judge," from the corner of my eye I caught Kylie's frozen state.
"I know that. Isn't Luke such a wonderful cook?" Betty complimented.
"I bet he is," I answered disinterestedly digging into my plate.
Silence followed again but not for long.
"I seriously can't believe you are Robert Johnson's son," That idiot just had to speak to me again.
"What is there not to believe Luke? Am his spitting image," This will be the fifth time he is saying that since I arrived and I had to resist the urge of an eye roll.
"I gotta say am impressed. You are actually different from the snobbish, arrogant billionaires. I bet you do have a big heart," ugh! That sickening big smile again.
"Trust me Luke, that's not the only thing big about me," I smiled taking a sip of water from my glass letting my lips linger a bit.
I could feel her eyes following my every move and that just fuelled my pride. Call it ego but I was hell sure now more than ever that I affected her as much as I did the first day I met her. Neither Betty nor Luke was going to stop me especially not now.