Well I’m glad you all are enjoying this story. Thanks for all the feedback guys. Here’s chapter 3. Enjoy! I wanted to make this one longer, but was too eager to post.
Chapter 3
It’s her birthday today.
He smirked as he thought of the flowers he sent her, knowing she would enjoy them. He smirked even larger as he lit the last candle and glanced around the candle lit bedroom.
She would surely find the humor in this little romantic gesture of his. She always understands his humor.
Lex remembers his mother tell him you can never help who you love. Which would explain why she married a man like his father. He remembers a time before his mother became I’ll with depression and heart disease. Before his accident in Smallville, his parents were very much in love. He could remember the way they looked at each other, with such passion and love. Lex was sure his father was at his happiest when around his mother.
Of course, like everything Luthor, it didn’t last. Nothing lasts. Life has shoved that lesson down his throat a great fucking deal.
But still, Lex could still remember staring in wonder at the look on his father’s face every time his mother would enter a room. He remembered hoping to have someone to make him feel the way he was sure his father felt.
Of course, that delusion and childhood wish was quickly dismissed as he grew older and suffered through his share of homicidal gold digging wives, he was sure he was far off of the mark of being in a relationship with anyone who would make him feel the way he was sure his father had felt about his mother.
Of course he had been wrong.
Chloe. He hadn’t thought he would be able to touch her again after everything that’s happened between the two of them two years ago. Of course, sometimes problems like those doesn’t matter when it comes to sex.
Really good sex. undoubtedly the best sex he’s ever had.
Of course, for him, it was more than that. More than just fucking until your muscles ached. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he knew it was more. He found himself feeling anxious to see her until their next meeting. Found himself thinking about her when they weren’t together. When they were together, he was honestly at his most relaxed and dare he say content. He enjoyed her presence, which was saying a lot considering she could annoy him with just one sentence. That’s what he enjoyed so much about her. She was also passionate about everything she did. Whether it was talking, working or fucking. He felt a slither of pleasure curl inside his stomach at the thought of her. The passion and intensity he felt between the two of them when they were together made him feel something he couldn’t rightly describe.
It made him feel uneasy. It bothered him. Made him want to rethink their whole arrangement.
Chloe was a very complex woman whom he knew that some issues meant more to her than others, and some issues meant nothing at all.
Of course the issue of Lana never really became an issue until he proposed. It was her reaction that perked his interest. It threw him when she mentioned Lana. She never mentioned Lana when they were alone. It was one of their rules. It threw him even more when she asked why he proposed to her.
He couldn’t answer the question. He hadn’t bothered to think about why he proposed to Lana. It was the next step wasn’t it? He knew Lana still loved Clark. He also knew that, given the chance, she’d leave him. He also knew she wanted to leave him. Of course, she never would. She was too afraid to be alone and dependent on herself. Somewhere deep inside of himself, he was getting extreme satisfaction in knowing that.
Perhaps it was easier to be with her than anyone else. She was dealing him a different kind of betrayal. He gave a sardonic grin. He honestly doesn’t believe they’ll even make it to the altar.
That should bother him more than it really does.
But still, he was beginning to wonder if it bothered her. If she was even jealous. He felt his stomach clench at the possibilities. Even though they’ve been sleeping with each other for the past year, he still couldn’t quite figure out if she even liked him. She seemed to enjoy his company, but there was a fine line with Chloe.
He poured himself a drink as he sat down and reached for her birthday gift. He hoped she liked it. At least accepted it. She had a problem accepting things from him. After lots of string pulling and undermining of government officials, plus up to half a million dollars in payoffs, she’d better accept it, because if she didn’t- He frowned deeply at the odd urge he felt at wanting to please her.
“Lex?”
He placed his drink down as her soft voice echoed throughout the penthouse. He smiled as he stood up, placing her gift behind his back as he followed her voice into the bedroom.
He stood in the doorway, silently watching as she surveyed the bedroom. Jesus, his pulse was already racing with excitement of seeing her for the first time in seven days. He was quite pathetic.
“Did you run me a bath as well?” She asked and he smiled, unsurprised that she knew he was standing there watching her.
“Well,” He sighed. “I didn’t want to go too far.” He smirked as she turned to face him. His eyes slid from bottom to top, stopping on her eyes. He frowning to himself at how tired she looked.
“You’re funny.” she said, and he smiled.
“What?” He asked, glancing around. “You don’t like it?”
“The cheesy ambiance? I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”
He paused, the smile freezing on his face as those words tumbled through his mind. He fought the urge to ask who she was referring to. “You’re right,” He agreed. “This is the last time I do something romantic for you.”
“Romance isn’t in the rules.”
He carefully concealed the sudden sting at those words. That sharp reminder of their arrangement that she liked to give out so much.
“Rules,” He heard himself reply. “Right.” He held out her birthday gift. “Happy birthday.” He said, and he watched as stared at the wrapped gift as if it contained the black plague. He smiled at her as she looked up at him, feeling surprise at the bundle of nerves he felt building inside himself. He was beginning to feel quite ridiculous standing here holding out this box- his thoughts trailed off as she snatched it from him with a small glare.
He carefully watched her reaction as she unwrapped her gift, feeling frustrated at being unable to decipher her reaction.
“Margaret Fuller’s original manuscript-” He heard himself explaining. He knew she was going to say she couldn’t accept it. Knew she was going to say he was breaking the rules. He was surprised when she smiled at him.
“Thank you.” she said softly, and he felt a large smile slide onto his face.
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Lex couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his lips as his cock slid inside of her for the third time.
Nothing should ever feel this good to him. His hand gripped her waist as his mouth found her own, kissing her hard as his cock slid in even deeper.
He was sure he was addicted. He was almost positive it was not normal . Almost sure it wasn’t natural to want anyone this bad.
Then again, he’s never really been normal. He’d always been an over indulger of sorts whenever he procured something he thoroughly enjoyed.
Chloe was no exception. She seemed to know what he liked. What he enjoyed most. She was into his kind of kinks as well. He meant it when he said he and lana’s sex life didn’t venture very far. In fact, it ventured no where. He’d only slept with Lana once, and even then it was subpar. He hadn’t been surprised. He hadn’t taken Lana to bed since, and she didn’t seem to-
His invading thoughts stuttered to a halt as Chloe’s nails scored down his back.
“Fuck!” he groaned, thrusting harder. His tongue thrust against her own, matching the movement of his cock. She was so wet. So hot, the sounds emanating from her throat urged him on.
“Spread your legs wider.” He whispered harshly, and she did, spreading her legs are far as they could go. Their hips slid impossibly closer, and he groaned at the angle change as his cock slid even deeper. He thrusts harder, faster. Groaning in her ear as he felt the beginnings of her climax, his own following quickly after.
He collapsed on top of her, rolling off of her when she gently pushed at his shoulders. He glanced in her direction, frowning when she turned onto her side, turning her back to him.
He lay back and slipped the condom off. He tied it, and leaned over to toss it into the garbage. He glanced over at her, lifting his hand to touch her shoulder, he paused and changed his mind.
He watched her back, his thoughts turning. He knew she wouldn’t be with him if he asked. He could demand it, but he knew that wouldn’t turn out so great. Chloe wasn’t one to be pushed around. He knew she wouldn’t turn her back on her friends or family. There were too many factors in their lives for anything to ever work between them.
As similar as they were, they were still on two different worlds. Things were only going to get much worse, that he knew.
He wasn’t letting her go though. He was selfish that way.
TBC- next part up soon!
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