Bzzz

His phone buzzed.

It was Naomi.

Where are you? —Naomi.

Home. —Lucian.

He answered.

I am coming. —Naomi.

You don’t have to, I am fine —Lucian.

I said I am coming. —Naomi.

She insisted.

Lucian wanted to deny it. He wasn’t exactly in the correct state to meet someone, especially a woman. He was barely holding back in front of Claire.

But then he also remembered what Claire told him to do.

To take care of... this.

He looked down.

He wasn’t foolish, at this point, he knew what he needed to calm it down.

But...

The idea of calling Naomi just because of that felt... terrible.

It made him feel selfish, somewhat like an asshole too.

But...

Did he have any other choice?

He didn’t exactly know any prostitutes either and while he knew where they were usually found, those places ’opened’ at night, way after nine.

He did not have that time so...

Alright. —Lucian.

He agreed and stared at his own message for a long while with a conflicted look on his face. Then, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stood up.

The first thing he did was take a shower, cold water hit his body, and like always, his cursed body found a way to make even that feel annoying. His muscles relaxed, his skin grew sensitive, and the hunger stirred again.

"No..."

Lucian clenched his fists and closed his eyes. Honestly, his condition wasn’t as bad as it was yesterday, it was only the legal trouble that was getting to him, but now that he had left it to Claire, he was... comparatively more at ease.

So yes, while his cock still seemed like it had no intention of going down and his body was still sensitive, it was still at a level he could control.

He stayed under the water until his head cleared a little.

After that, he got dressed in loose clothes, mostly to hide it, then he walked into the kitchen.

Naomi was coming and she must be hungry, so he made an omelette, toasted bread, and coffee. It wasn’t anything fancy, partly because he couldn’t make anything fancy.

The more complicated the recipe, the more difficult it was for him to follow it.

So he only made things that needed a maximum of 5 steps.

By the time he was done—

Knock Knock

A knock was heard.

Lucian could smell Naomi’s scent from inside and...

That scent made his erect cock twitch again.

"Calm down, will you?"

He cursed. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Then, he shook his head, tried to adjust his clothes, mostly his pants and—

He opened the door and Naomi just stared at his face, as if she was looking for something.

"You look calm."

She commented.

"Hello to you too."

"Don’t joke around."

Naomi spoke with a serious look on her face, Lucian however, was offended.

"That is so unfair! Being humorous is one of my most charming traits."

He joked again, trying to act as normal as he could.

But—

"You left class after lawyers threatened you with attempted murder charges."

Naomi wasn’t having it, she directly addressed the elephant in the room.

"Yes."

Lucian nodded, not trying to dodge anything.

"Are you alright...?"

She asked with a worried look on her face.

Lucian however, just pointed at his wet hair and—

"Do you not see? I showered."

"That does not answer anything."

"It answers why my hair is wet."

Naomi stared at him with a deadpan look on her face. Lucian just laughed and he stepped inside.

"Come in."

Naomi walked in, her eyes still scanning Lucian’s face, waiting for him to show an opening.

Lucian closed the door behind her and—

"I made food."

He smiled.

Naomi turned to him.

"You what?"

"I made food."

"You cooked?"

"Yes."

"You?"

Lucian paused for a moment.

"That sounded insulting.

Are you saying handsome men can’t cook?"

"..."

Again, Naomi did not know what she was supposed to say. Lucian didn’t stop.

"I’ll have you know, I am an excellent cook."

"An excellent cook?"

Naomi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"You made an omelette."

"A perfect omelette."

Lucian corrected.

Naomi looked at him, then she shrugged.

"Well, you have been making omelettes for five years now. It has to be perfect at this point or you might as well stop making food altogether."

"Just eat, will you? I already said it’s perfect."

"That confident, huh..."

"Yep, that confident."

Lucian nodded with a grin.

"Have it, I added a special ingredient."

He smiled as he leaned against the counter.

"My love~"

And that made Naomi blink.

"Are you... flirting with me right now?"

"Hmmm? Is that what it looks like?

No waayyyy.

I shower and cook food for every girl that comes over, this is nothing special."

Naomi looked at him with a deadpan look on her face.

"You know the more you act like this, the more you worry me, correct?"

She spoke directly.

That made Lucian pause.

"Stop hiding your feelings.

Express them, honestly."

Lucian looked at her for a moment, then, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and—

"I am fine, Naomi."

He spoke as he looked back at her with a genuine look on his face.

And this time—

Naomi snapped.

"How are you fine!?"

She slammed the table.

"They are going for attempted murder! Attempted murder, dammit! I looked it up and that’s 5 to 20 years of jail time! How are you saying you are fine!? Even I am not fine and I am not even directly involved!"

She shouted, glaring at Lucian with frustration and anger.

Lucian let her scream her feelings out, once it seemed like she was done—

"I contacted a lawyer."

He answered calmly.

"You did?"

Naomi blinked.

"When?"

"After I came home."

"That fast?"

"I was motivated."

Lucian chuckled.

"And?"

Naomi asked.

"She said it was nothing."

"She?"

Naomi raised her eyebrow.

"Your lawyer is a woman?"

And that made Lucian grin.

"Oh? Is that jealousy I sense?"