EIGHTEEN.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Reese .




“Holy crap! Mum?!” Luther yelled loudly whilst zipping his trousers hastily.

I turned to check who the woman was—I was in awe to have seen the woman standing in front of us with her hands in akimbo style. She had given me a death stare which caused me to lower my gaze in embarrassment. My cheeks had turned red from the shyness. If looks could kill, I was sure I would have been dead by now.

In the meantime, I had taken my time to admire the woman. She was good looking; a petite woman in a jumpsuit, if I hadn't heard from Luther that this was his mother, I wouldn't have realized she was. She looked like she could either be his elder sister.

“Son. . . I didn't know you were busy.” She emphasized on the last word, giving Luther a glare again. I lowered my gaze and couldn't find a way to face her. This was embarrassing.

“Yes, mum. You didn't tell me you were coming.” Luther fixed his trousers then led his mother to seat.

“Do I need permission before coming to my son's house?” She sneered.

“I did not imply that, at least you could have called.”

I watched the woman look at her son, smiling heartily and placing her two palms gently on Samuel's cheeks. “My son. . .”

“Mother, not now.”

She smiled at Luther again, suddenly slapping him on the cheek. “Well. . .”

“Son of a—” Luther almost exclaimed but stopped himself from talking after the glare his mother gave him.

“Who are you, young lady?” She turned to me.

“I am Reese . . .” I laughed nervously. “Reese Quinn.”

“Ah. . . and what do you do? I assume you are one of my son's conquest.” She spoke with so much poise.

I was quite hesitant as I crammed my head for what to say to her. I swallowed the hard lump I felt in my throat, staring at her nervously but I managed not to make it obvious. “I actually work for Mr. Haastrup.”

“Oh. . . I didn't know co-workers get busy too?” Her smile was smug.

“Uhm. . . Mum. . . we were actually saying things to each other's ears, before you interrupted.” I glared at Luther for uttering such a horrible lie.

“Son, I suppose her legs on your waist were whispering along too?” She said subtly and I had to stifle a laugh.

The situation was too awkward. I even found it difficult to breathe, talk less of a laugh.

Luther snickered at what his mum had said. “It was innocent, mum.”

“Why are you living with my son, young lady?”

“For a business meeting, Mrs Haastrup.” I gave a little smile.

“Is that so? Samuel?”

“Yes mother. What would you like me to offer you?”

“Not yet my son, why not let me have a conversation with your employee? I think that will do.”

“Very well then mother, I will head back to my home office.” Luther nodded whilst giving me a reassuring smile after he saw the look on my face.

“Come sit beside me, young lady.” Samuel's mother patted the sofa beside her. It made me nervous for a moment, I didn't know what to say to her.

“Thank you, Mrs Haastrup.” I gave a warm smile before I sat.

“It's beautiful to see my son's co-worker here but I do not know for co-workers to make friends.”

“We were—”

I was about to speak until she interrupted, and permitted me to add, quite rudely, “What are you to my son?”

“Mrs Haastrup, there is really nothing going on. What happened shouldn't have happened. ” I stated, trying to be subtle.

“Hm. . . we will see about that.” She hummed but I knew she was convinced by what I had told her.

In a way, I was overwhelmed by her compelling aura without understanding it. She held my gaze and it made me remember the confidence she had around her in the sense that—whatever she was—she was a woman people weren't prepared to face and that was me. It was intimidating.



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“Get dressed, Miss Quinn. We are going shopping.” Luther ordered.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You heard me right. Get dressed.” He repeated firmly, causing me to growl. I couldn't pick a fight with him today.

I went through my closet to look for what to wear. I decided to have on a black long slip halter neck dress which was backless. I put on crocs and left with a tote bag. I walked outside to meet with Luther and his bodyguards waiting in front of the limousine with their hands crossed.

I watched as Luther looked at me in awe. I could tell he was smitten by me, I feigned a firm look like I wasn't concerned he was leering at me. I walked towards him, his hands snaked around my back as I got to him. He opened the door. I got into the car and we began to drive.

“Why are you wearing this?” He asked.

“What does it look like I'm wearing? Do you not have eyes to see?” I shot back at him.

He came closer to me, glaring at me as if he was going to attack me. I gulped my saliva nervously as I felt a knot in my stomach. I could feel his eyes roaming on my breast, his breath fanned my face, causing my face to feel hot. I tried moving away from him but all seemed in vain.

“What do I need to do about your smart mouth? It does too much.” Luther whispered in my ear.

“Samuel. . .”

“You are saying?”

“Don't start this here.” I whispered back to him.

“Start what?” His voice was gruff and his eyebrows were drawn together in a frown and yet his eyes twinkled with humor.

“This.”

“Why do you talk a lot? Should I teach your mouth a big lesson?”

“You ask so many questions.”

“They are rhetorical questions.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes at him.

Suddenly, his fingers traced to my breast, I gasped softly in pleasure at his approach. His finger made a circle around my nipple then he gazed at me in a mischievous way.

“Fuck!” I blurted.

“With pleasure.” Luther smirked.

He kissed me hungrily at first and then gently gave little kisses on my neck. I sighed at how it sent shivers down my spine. A smile was playing at the corners of my mouth as I watched him give me little pecks on my necks. At one point, I felt ticklish. Luther had a way of making you feel a type of way, it was unexplainable but pleasing. He knew how to get his way with me, he knew my weakness already.

“We are here, Sir.” I heard a deep voice speak. That must have been the chauffeur, I pulled Luther off of me gently and cleared my throat. I fixed my gown properly, not looking back to check if Luther was coming along with me.

I looked around the whole place in awe, it was magnificent—extremely beautiful. It had malls that were filled with people coming in to go shopping. I didn't take my eyes off the luxury brands I saw, Luther led me to the Gucci store. He held my hand tightly and we both walked into the store.

“Good afternoon Sir, Ma'am. How may I help you?” A saleswoman welcomed us with a warm smile.

“There is no need. We can handle ourselves.” Luther uttered as he gave the woman a reassuring smile.

“Very well then, enjoy.” She nodded then left.

“Why are we at Gucci? To prove to me how rich you are?” I questioned sarcastically.

“Trust me, with you. . . I don't need to try too hard.”

“Whatever, I will find my way around.” I shrugged off my shoulders and walked around each section of clothings. I chose bags and other accessories. Since Luther was the one paying for everything, I made a mental note to make him pay for teasing me in the car. I smirked at my idea of and walked into the lingerie section of clothing.

I met with different styles of lingeries that would suit me, I paid no attention to Luther but continued to be engrossed with the lingerie section of clothing.

“Looks beautiful, this will look beautiful in your body.” I heard him say with a small smile.

“Thanks.” I said, taking a hold of the lace pants in my hand.

“You are welcome.”

“You want me to have this on?” I gave him a smug smile.

“Wear this for me.” He put his arm at my back then looked into my eyes.

“You want to see?”

“I think it's sexy.”

“Wanna come with me to the trying room?”

He snickered. “Your audacity amazes me.”

“Do you not like to get nasty?” I questioned, walking to try on the lace pants I held in the trying room. Luther accompanied me into the room. The room had a lot of space for a trying room, Luther wasted no time in pinning me to the wall then smashed his lips into me like a hungry lion.

I pushed him off of me as I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath. I made him sit on the stool, getting ready to put on the lace pants. He watched me with a smirk and snickered at the same time with the lace pants I wore.

“Should I be turned on by this? Because I am scared.” He said.

“Depends on what you think you should be scared about.” I let out a whisper.

“Come here.” He signaled me to sit on his thigh. I did as he told me, I sat on his lap and began to tease him by grinding myself on his lap. He placed his hands on my waist while I grind harder.

“You can't have your way. Not forever.” I smirked at him then rose up his thigh.




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We finally came back home after the adventurous moment we had spent together. I took the crocs from my feet and slumped on the bed. Luther had forced me to sleep in the master bedroom and I didn't bother fighting back with him about it. It was pointless. I took off the dress I wore earlier and stood still for a while until I heard someone slam the door behind me. I immediately looked to check who it was. As if I knew, it was Samuel.

“Can you not knock?” I asked with frustration laced in my voice.

He smiled, a crooked smile. "Not when my dick has a mind of its own."

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