When you woke up, you were in his bed alone covered with a blanket. You found him on the floor in his sleeping bag playing on his phone. You wondered how long he'd been waiting for you to wake up.

"Hi," you said sheepishly as you peeked over the bed at him.

"You're up," he put his phone away as he noted while standing up. "You really do sleep a lot."

"Why were you down there?"

"I, uh," he scratched the back of his head. "I didn't know if you'd want me to join you."

You smiled and his eyes immediately gazed at your lips as you responded, "I wouldn't have minded if you did."

"No?"

"No."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said before he changed the subject. "Breakfast is waiting by the way."

"Okay."

You got up and followed him to the kitchen. You latched onto his hand. When you both got to the kitchen, your eyes had widened a little bit at all the food laid out on the kitchen island.

"I didn't really know what you wanted so..." he shrugged but his eyes darted around nervously. "Um, yeah. I just sort of had my chef make everything he could think of. But...it's too much, isn't it?"

"Um, maybe a little bit," you teased a bit before you squeezed his hand. "But I feel extremely pampered. No one's ever put in this much effort."

"Yeah? Really?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "But tip for next time: chocolate pancakes are all that's needed."

"Oh," he said before grinning. "So there's gonna be a next time?"

Your eyes widened a bit, "I-I don't know."

"Okay. I'll take that," he nodded. It wasn't a no.

You shook your head before you went and started to make a plate. Then you took a seat at the island and Lukas sat next to you. They had barely started eating before Lukas got a call. So you ate in silence but it gave you time to admire him.

You didn't understand what had changed but you thought he looked really pretty. And you kept glancing at his hands, thinking of how they'd been on your bare skin. Why did you feel like you were on fire? You started thinking about last night and you wanted to do it again. Was it normal to want to do that so soon? It couldn't be, right?

But then Lukas hung up the phone and looked at you. He apologized but you were looking at him wide-eyed like you were a kid caught with  your hand in a cookie jar.

His stare had interrupted a very dirty thought. You never had all these thoughts before. You had all these urges, these wants, these desires. You felt like a side of you had come to life for the first time.

"What?" he questioned with a small grin, not understanding your look.

You floundered for a moment, struggling to speak. But then you swallowed and grabbed his hand. You decided to be brave as you grabbed it and placed it on your thigh before sliding it under his sweatshirt you wore.

"I want you again," you uttered.

"Ella," he groaned. "I have a meeting in thirty minutes and you're supposed to be on a plane."

"So?" you pouted. "Those things can wait. Don't you want me?"

Jesus. You were all wide-eyed and wanting. And you moved his hand further up your thigh, closer to your sex and he was absolutely done for. He moved his hand up now of his own accord and he pressed his thumb to your clit. He flicked it back and forth which made you gasp.

His hand then left you. You stared at him as he went to type on his phone. Were you not persuasive enough? Were you even seductive to the opposite sex? You felt a bit hurt and you looked away before you heard his phone being slapped on the table and then he was picking you up in his arms, practically throwing you over his shoulder.

"You're such a little minx," he commented before setting you on the couch. "You know the investors were already here and yet I cancelled the meeting just to finger-fuck you. Terribly unprofessional, Ella."

"Sorry," you muttered as climbed on top of you.

"No. Don't say that," he demanded. "I wanted to. I'm trying to say that you drive me fucking crazy."

"Oh," you blinked. "Is that good?"

"Yes. Very good," he moved the sweatshirt up to kiss a trail down your stomach. You sighed.

"Can I try something?" he spoke against your stomach before laying a kiss on your skin again.

You mumbled an uh-huh. Then his mouth moved down to your sex and he licked a stripe up the center. You gasped and squirmed a bit. Then his mouth latched onto your clit and he sucked on it for a moment. Then his tongue circled the little bundle of nerves before his tongue lapped at it, flicking it back and forth repeatedly.

You tangled a hand in his hair as you threw your head back. It felt so good and you let out little moans. As you were reaching your climax, your phone went off from within the pocket of the sweatshirt you were wearing.

Lukas pulled it out and chuckled, "Ooh, look it's Daddy calling."

"Lukas," you scolded at his excitement.

But you were kind of excited, too, as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. The thought of your father finding out what you were doing with the man he was selling his company to kind of turned you on. It would make your father furious but he would at least care. And you know he'd rant about how Lukas was older than you and that it was disgusting (which was hypocritical because he was fucking Kerry who was only a couple years older than you). And your siblings would consider you an enemy but at least you'd be considered at all.

"Do you want to answer it or do you want me to continue?" he asked before he dragged his tongue so slowly across your clit. You watched him do it as his eyes stayed glued to yours and it was so hot.

You moaned before you begged, "Continue. Please, Lukas."

You took the phone and practically threw it on the floor next to the couch. He chuckled again, "So desperate."

But he placated you and went back to pleasuring you with his mouth. You thought you saw him stick his hand down his pants to get himself off but you were too lost in your own bliss to care. You rocked your hips against him and the phone kept ringing on the floor as Lukas took you through multiple orgasms.

_____

You went back to London later that day. You eventually called your father and made up an excuse that your phone died. He wasn't happy that you didn't get any of the details of the deal ironed out with Lukas but you didn't care.

Two weeks flew by since that day and your father was coming to London. He was meeting with Lukas at the London office to get the details that you failed to get.

Your father wanted you in the meeting. So you sat waiting in a chair in the meeting room for Lukas to come and you were absolutely nervous. Because it was just last night that you had Lukas in your bed, making sounds you'd never heard come out of your mouth.

In fact, he'd been in your bed for the past week. The two of you had sort of developed a routine. Usually, he'd come see you while you were painting and wait on his phone until you were done. Then you'd go out to eat and he'd wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer towards him which you liked.

You liked feeling his body heat against yours. It made you feel comforted; it made you feel like you were a body to hold, like you were someone that somebody else wanted. You just liked being close to him.

The first time you ever ate dinner together you were bit appalled. He went on his phone while you talked. You had gone silent, crossing your arms, and he noticed.

"What?" he questioned.

"You're so rude," you gave the evil eye to his phone.

He chuckled, "I'm listening, though."

"Really?" you gave him an inquisitive look. "What did I say?"

He became tongue-tied before he put down his phone, "Alright. I'm sorry. You're right. It's rude."

You smirked a little bit in triumph before you went on talking. It was more like rambling. It was cute and adorable and he thought you riveting (even though you were just talking about work). He honestly did not expect you to get on to him about his phone; he'd done it with every girl ever and they just carried on talking but not you. You were sensitive and you had feelings and you were real.

He was starting to learn that he could not just fuck you and move on. He wasn't sure he would want to when it came to that point.

After dinner, you would take him home and he would practically attack you with lust, making you giggle at how desperate he was. And you would let him; it wasn't like you'd ever say no. It felt too good. He felt too good.

And after when you both cleaned up, you'd both play little games on your phones against each other. You both would laugh and you were having fun. When it got later, you'd cuddle up against him. He had frozen the first time you'd done it and you noticed.

"What?" you questioned.

"Nothing," Lukas shook his head and relaxed.

He had never been a cuddler and he never let anyone do so. Usually, he'd just fuck someone and then go to another room to sleep or he'd just have them leave or he'd just stay to his side of the bed. But you were completely different. He liked you pressed up against him. His chest filled with an ache as he gazed at you, that soft smile on your lips as your head rested over his heart, and realized what it was: affection.

He was so incredibly fucked.

And while you started to doze off, he stayed on his phone. You had gotten onto him about it.

"Are you going to sleep at all?" you questioned a bit in worry.

"Soon. I have to check a few more emails," he said as he rubbed your back before drawing circles again.

You had accepted that on the first night before sleeping like a baby snuggled up next to him. But after a couple more nights of that and finding out he'd stay up for hours, you realized he was a chronic worrier and he really did have trouble sleeping. So you took the phone one night and put it on the nightstand.

"Ella, I need that."

"It'll be waiting for you in the morning," you said before placing a soft hand on his cheek. "But you need to sleep."

He grumbled a little bit before he turned on his side towards you. He pulled you a little closer and tucked your head under his chin. One arm was wrapped around you and the other hand was entwined with yours. He noticed that you seemed to have a thing for holding hands so he held it.

You had fallen asleep almost immediately but his mind was too active. He played with your fingers and traced your palm to placate himself before he eventually fell asleep and being tangled up with you had been the best sleep he ever had.

You had learned something, too. He was incredibly clingy in his sleep. His arms would wrap around you and would not budge. It was like his sleeping mind was comforted by the fact that you wouldn't leave.

So after the incredibly domestic week, you were anxious about this meeting. You didn't really know how to act around him in a public setting.

Then Lukas entered and answered that question really quick. He greeted your father before your Logan gestured to you, "You remember my daughter."

"Oh, hey. Ella, right?" Lukas greeted you so nonchalantly you almost thought you really were a stranger to him. It almost stung to see him act like he didn't care about you.

"I-yes," you swallowed. "Ella."

"Ella," he uttered your name again with a small grin and his lower tone made you shiver. "So pretty."

And that was that. You were mostly ignored for the rest of the meeting. But Lukas took the seat closest to Logan but next to you.

Then underneath the table, you felt him place his hand on your thigh. You inhaled before you grabbed it and slowly entwined your hand with his. You felt warm and fuzzy holding his hand and you had to keep biting your lip to keep from smiling.

Lukas had been surprised. When he first placed his hand on your thigh, his intent had been, well, dirty. But you held his hand. And when he glanced at you, he knew that it made you happy (something so simple) so he let it lie there. He didn't attempt to try anything.

He merely ran his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand while his chest felt like a balloon filled with hot air. It was odd to feel the warmth of adoration settle into his chest. It felt like it could escape at any moment; like it was a bubble that could pop. He did not want it to. At the thought, he gripped your hand a little tighter.

_____

The meeting had ended within the blink of an eye. Nothing had really changed except you started visiting him in Sweden now, too.

Things had intensified between the two of you. They had gotten more intimate. One night, Lukas had begged to play with your boobs. Well, actually, he had done that multiple times but this time you had let him.

You didn't understand the fascination with your boobs. You didn't understand it was because it was your most noticeable feature; you had a size DD and they stood out on your tiny body. You never noticed the many looks men sent you, staring at your cleavage. You were oblivious to all that.

And you were mostly letting him touch them for him. You were so sure it wasn't going to do anything for you in terms of pleasure. How wrong you were.

Once he had gotten your bra off, he fondled them with his hands and it felt...nice. You sighed. He was squeezing them before he ran his thumbs back and forth over your nipples. Your breasts felt strangely stimulated and the areolae hardened. Then he put his mouth on one of them while fondling the other and...oh my god. He sucked on the supple skin before flicking the nipple with his tongue.

You moaned.

"Why does your mouth always feel good?" you honestly questioned; you were completely bewildered about it.

He chuckled before his voice lowered all seductive, "Why? I don't know. Why don't you tell me, Ella?"

He placed his mouth over your breast and sucked hard. You let out a little moan again and tangled a hand in his blonde hair. One of his hands traveled downwards before slipping a finger inside you. He pumped his finger in and out of you while sucking on your breasts.

It didn't long for you to orgasm and you cried out his name. Your back arched which put your tits on full display and made it seem like you were offering them to him. His mouth attached itself to one with new vigor and then he inserted a second finger into you.

You were a mess of moans beneath him and you had tears running down your cheeks. He thought you always looked so pretty like this, crying for the pleasure he gave you. And you went through another orgasm while he worshipped you.

In your haze, you finally gained the courage to see him. You had been growing curious but today you wanted to see him like he saw you. You gained a thrill at the thought, him seeing you, only him.

You pushed at his chest and pushed him onto his back to straddle him. You tugged at his pants, "I want to see you."

He lifted his hips a bit and he let you tug his pants down to his thighs. His erection sprung out and he put his hands behind his head as he watched you take him in.

The first thought you had was that he was huge. You didn't really know what huge would be considered to be. You thought maybe he was average in length. It was his girth that was ginormous. You thought he was at least as big as your closed fist but maybe bigger.

"Have you ever even seen a dick?" Lukas asked with a small, amused grin at your wide eyes.

"Once. In art school. A nude model. I would only glance periodically. I felt like it was rude," you explained and he chuckled.

"And am I bigger?" he mused as he stared at you a bit possessively. He didn't like the thought of you seeing anyone but him.

You blushed and nodded.

Then you hesitantly reached out and placed your hand around his shaft. Your hand didn't even go all the way around. Then you slowly moved your hand up, stroking him.

"God, Ella," his accent bled through as he groaned.

"What? Does it hurt?" you immediately retracted your hand.

"No. Fuck no," he replied.

You went back to stroking him. He was leaking pre-cum and you spread that over the tip and down his shaft. You added another hand and stroked his cock a couple of times before you stopped.

You hesitated before you asked, "Would my mouth feel good?"

He groaned, "You mean a blowjob?"

"Oh, so that's what that word means," you said. "I, yes, I want to give you a blowjob."

Your eyes peered at him, "But do you want one?"

"Ella, yes," he said impatiently. "Do you know long I've waited for this?"

"Well, Roman would say since you met me," you said absentmindedly as you went back to stroking him.

"That's true."

"You've wanted me since I met you?" you grinned and accidentally squeezed his cock.

He groaned and you let go slightly with a small frown, "Sorry."

"Yes, Ella. I wanted you. I still want you," Lukas clarified. "I was very fucking obvious that night, too. Very frustrating. But you're so fucking beautiful that it doesn't even matter."

"You think I'm beautiful?" you gazed at him like he was the sun.

"Have you seen you?" he questioned.

You hummed with a small smile before you stopped stroking him. You studied his cock. "I don't think you'll fit in my mouth but I'll try to give you a blowjob now."

You licked the tip of his cock first before you swirled your tongue around the tip. His pupils were fully blown as he watched you take his dick into your mouth. You really thought you wouldn't be able to but you opened your mouth as wide as it would go and he just barely fit. Your jaw was definitely going to hurt being stretched so wide.

His dick stuffed your mouth full as it filled every crevice of your mouth while you lowered your mouth down. You tried to take him as far as you could but once his dick reached the back of your throat, you started to gag. You pulled away quickly before you coughed.

You urge to gag went away before you stared determined. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. You took him in your mouth again and you took all of him. You felt that gag reflex but you pushed it down even as your eyes watered. Once his dick hit the back of your throat, you stopped and then you started to bob your head up and down on his dick. You tried to suck as you did so.

"Ella," he let out a guttural moan.

You kind of liked this. It turned you on with all the little sounds you were eliciting from him. So you gave him a blowjob happily and it didn't take long before he blew his load into your mouth.

You gagged a little bit as it sprayed the back of your throat but you swallowed. You moaned at the sweet saltiness as you bobbed your head a couple more times, making more strings of cum shoot into your mouth. You swallowed everything he gave you.

Then you pulled your mouth away from his softening dick. You wiped the drool and saliva away from your mouth before you smiled at him like it was best thing you'd ever done, "You taste good."

"I kind of want to do it again," you mused before you looked away nervously. "I mean, if you want me to."

He stared at you like he'd won the damn lottery. He picked his words carefully, "Ella, I don't want anyone else to touch you."

"I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me," you smiled softly and kissed his cheek before snuggling him.

He wrapped his arms around you before he threw a blanket over the both of them. You pressed your head against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. The two of you only stayed there for a few moments, a few quiet content moments, before you got up and took a shower together.

_____

So things had accelerated between the two of you. You were quite happy. Then came a couple of days later at a club with Lukas. You were both drinking; he drank beer and you drank a mixed drink (you hated the taste of alcohol so everything had to be sweet to erase the taste of it).

At the club, you danced very seductively in the crowd while Lukas watched. He had only danced with you once which basically consisted of him standing there while you slowly grinded against his crotch. He placed his hands on your hips as you did so before he uttered in your ear as a warning, "Ella, I will drag you out of here."

That only made you giggle but you turned around nonetheless as you looped your arms around his neck, "Am I making you suffer?"

"More like the opposite."

That made you smile widely and Lukas couldn't help but kiss your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your neck. He would leave hickeys but you didn't care. You pushed at him once he went lower, "I think it's time you go watch now."

He hummed but did as you said. And you danced for a while, feeling his eyes on you that made you feel hot and bothered. That made you feel warm and fuzzy. His eyes made that you feel things.

You couldn't take it anymore and you left the dancing the crowd. You found him at the darkened couch in the back. You straddled him.

"I could feel your eyes on me," you had a dazed smile.

"Why would I take my eyes off of you?"

"I don't know," you said a bit nervously as you drew circles into his shoulder with your finger. "But do you want to leave now so that way...you can have your eyes on me without this dress?"

"Yes. Now. Immediately."

You giggled at his desperation, "Okay. I'll go close out our tab."

"Ella, you don't..." he went to argue but you already left him to go to the bar.

You closed the tab at the bar but when right when you went to go back to Lukas, you felt your ass get grabbed. You flinched as you heard your boss, "I knew that was you, little Roy. I'd know that ass anywhere."

You didn't want to be touched by anyone but Lukas. You had done a good job at evading your boss once you started your escapades with Lukas. But apparently you could not evade him tonight.

"Please, stop touching me. It's inappropriate."

"With the way you were dancing, you were begging to be touched," he smirked. "Get that ass over here."

You went to flee but he grabbed you by your hips. He forcibly pulled you back towards him until your ass was against his crotch. You could feel his erection and it made you frown in disgust.

"Gonna have you bent over tonight, baby," he said before he started to lay open mouth kisses on your exposed neck. You squirmed but he had you locked in a solid hold.

You didn't know what to do. Your chest was heaving. You felt trapped. You felt trapped. Your body just seemed to freeze. You were panicked and your body froze.

You were completely aware of him though and once you froze he seemed to take that as compliance. His hands traveled to your ass and squeezed it. His solid hold was gone and your body unfroze. You squirmed again and you broke out of his grasp.

You turned to him in fury before kneeing him where the sun didn't shine. He fell to his knees, cradling that sensitive area.

"You are so fucking fired, little Roy."

"Oh, really? Cause last I checked it was my name on the building and you just sexually assaulted me," you glared at him. "You should be ashamed of yourself to be such a despicable human being."

You turned and rushed through the crowd. You went to find Lukas but you did not find him where he previously was. You searched around until you found him talking to a pretty brunette. You went to him and you tugged on his hand, "Can we get out of here now?"

He leaned down so you could hear him properly before he uttered with a condescending grin, "And why would I want to go anywhere with a whore?"

You were stunned speechless. He stared at you with such callousness that it didn't seem real. Were you having a nightmare? Was it a mental breakdown?

Lukas was mad at you. He didn't want to admit that he was hurt. He'd seen you. From his point of view, it looked like you let your boss feel you up. You did freeze after all. And his chest ached at the thought of you being someone else's.

"So because my boss touches me without my permission, I'm a whore?" you stared at him with tears in your eyes.

"He does what?"

"Oh my god. Everyone's going to think that, aren't they?" you continued to ramble. "I'll be labeled a whore even though..."

"No, Ella. Fuck. Don't listen to me," he grabbed your shoulders. "I was mad and I say shit I don't mean. I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

You practically threw yourself at him, hugging him. You buried your head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you.

You took deep calming breaths as you breathed in his scent. Your breaths evened out after a couple of moments. You pulled away a little bit before staring at him, analyzing him, "I didn't think you could be mean."

"Ella..." he became tongue-tied. "I was mad at you."

"So you become really mean when you're mad?"

"I...Yes. Yeah," he reached out to caress your cheek ever so softly before he demanded. "Forgive me."

You sniffled before you nodded. Of course you would forgive him. You wouldn't tell him because you didn't really know what they were but he'd become like something you needed. You needed him because he wanted you and you'd never been wanted before or at least not in the way he made you feel wanted.

So you grabbed his hand and went home with him. He did not touch you that night. You did not want to be touched. He just held you. And you clung to him because he was to you now what your father had always been: gravity.

AN: so yeah Lukas was an asshole; no surprise. I feel like we've kind of seen Lukas be mean and condescending in the show so I feel like with Ella, you know he's gonna be so bitter and terrible to her if he ever thought she was cheating. And nothing can even be considered cheating at this point because they're not even together but Lukas is extremely possessive over her which you guys will see