Steamy Billionaire Series Collection

MR. UNTOUCHABLE CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

LUKEI threw my fists at someone’s face before. He was my cousin, a trusted friend, and we both went to Harvard. I’d almost killed him. He was hospitalized for three days, and his parents loathed me. He had broken ribs, and I fractured his fingers. My father always thought that I did it for fun. He even apologized to my uncle and gave them compensation. He used to think lowly of me. He didn’t even know what happened.

Jonas had been throwing rocks behind my back by dating Stacy. He knew I loved her. He knew she was going to be the woman I’d marry. But what did he do? He broke my trust. He ruined our friendship. The day I found out the child wasn’t mine was the day I wanted to kill a person.

But I didn’t, because it wasn’t worth it.

I’d changed. A lot. My father resented having a son like me. But I did not care. He wanted me to take over the company as his only son, but I built my own instead. I helped him, sure, but it’s the way of showing him that I hated him for taking Jonas’ side and calling me useless. My chest felt as if it had been covered with stone.

I’d never thought of opening my heart to anyone.

Until a broken soul came to me and shaken my world.

How many days had it been? Was it a week? No. It was more than two weeks. I’d known her for such a short time, but she already captured me genuinely.

Gently, I held her arms, feeling the coldness of her sweat against my palm.

“He owns the club, Luke,” she murmured, and she wasn’t even blinking.

“Do you still remember the name?”

She gulped hard. “…”“It’s okay.” I pulled her close and squeezed her tight. “It’s okay… you don’t have to remember,” I whispered, stroking her hair softly. She was still shaking. “I’m so sorry, Scarlet. I shouldn’t have pressured you.”

I remembered she’d broken down at Aries’ clinic, and I forced her to tell me what happened. It was my fucking fault.

How was I supposed to leave her now? How was I supposed to stop? Two months? Fuck. I don’t think I could even bear leaving her alone again. She was feeble and longing for affection. Someone that would cherish her beside her mother. I kept telling myself that it should not be me. I was incapable.

This was fucking frustrating. She was Gene’s daughter, and what I was asking was a grave mistake.

I searched for Scarlet’s face as she sobbed. This woman got me. She had broken the stone in my heart.

I think I’d fallen for her, and this was a huge problem.

SCARLETI opened my eyes and found myself in Luke’s room. Only, he was holding me in his arms. My head rested on his chest. I shifted my head up to search for his face. I found him looking back at me. Had he been awake all along?

“Hey…”

“Hi.”

“What happened to me?” I murmured.

“You fell asleep.”

“Did I?” I sat up.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He sprang up as well and kissed my temple. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?”

“No, it’s okay. What time is it?”

“It’s five in the morning.”

“And you didn’t sleep?”

He shook his head. “I need to make sure I’m conscious when you wake up.” He flashed a reassuring smile. When did he become so sweet?

“But you need a rest too.”

“I’ll be fine. You can go back to sleep. I will wake you up at seven.”

Suddenly, I wished this wasn’t only temporary. I remembered what happened last night. He said he was going to help me. He was going to do everything for me. I wanted to appreciate it, but it would only get me more attached.

What’s going to happen when this is all over?

“What are you thinking?”

I shook my head, then I laid back on the bed. I shifted to the other side, so I wouldn’t be facing him. His sudden care for me was alarming.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He pulled me close—his chest against my back.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears fall. He might be next to me right now, but he would be gone later. He was my stepbrother, and I knew that from the start.

“I’m scared…” I whispered.

“Of what?”

“Of this… of everything.”

“I promised that I’m going to help you. Don’t you trust me?”

No, it’s not that. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to ask him if he felt the same. All the care he was showing me… it was only going to make me obsessed with him. I was afraid that I might lose myself again.

“I trust you,” I replied in a hitched breath. “I’m going back to sleep. Good night, Luke.”

Those were my last words. I closed my eyes because I still felt exhausted. I heard some words I didn’t know were real or part of my dreaming.

Do you want me to break our two-month rule?

***Luke wasn’t on his side of the bed when I woke up; I checked the desk clock and found that it was only six-fifty. I stepped out of the bed, then went straight to the bathroom.

After a cold shower, I couldn’t stop thinking about my dream. Luke was with me, with Mom and Thomas, and they knew about our relationship. We’re all happy. In reality, I knew that it would be impossible.

When I came downstairs, Mom was already preparing for breakfast. Thomas was in the living room, reading a newspaper. I couldn’t even look at him. He knew about my past, and I wasn’t expecting him to treat me the same.

I greeted Mom first. She was settling the food on the tables, then Luke’s face appeared as he closed the fridge. His wounds weren’t swollen anymore as it was last night.

“Darling, sit there,” Mom instructed. “It’s good to fill up your stomach before school.”

I sat in the middle part, and Luke sat across from me. He put a plate in front of me and the other utensils.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“Darling? Breakfast is ready!” Mom called Thomas to join us. I glanced at him to check if he was going to come to the table.

“I’ll join you later,” he answered, but his gaze was still on the newspaper.

Mom sighed and turned to Luke. “What happened to you last night?”

“You know him.” He clenched his jaw. “He still treats me like this.” Mom rubbed his back fondly.

“Let me check your face before you go.”

Luke smiled but didn’t touch his eyes. “I’m fine.”

After breakfast, Mom brought Thomas’s breakfast to the living room. I watched her as she began a conversation with him, gesturing her hand in the air. Her expression was concerned. Thomas put down the newspaper on the table.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen them argue,” I said.

“You’ll witness that again when you come home after you graduate.”

I sighed a deep breath. “That again,” I whispered.

“What?”

“My graduation.”

“So that’s why you have to think about it.” He said out of nowhere.

I frowned. “Think of what?”

“When are you going to give me an answer?”

“I don’t think I understand…”

“I think you do. I also think that you heard me. I made sure that you heard it.”

I blinked. What’s he saying?

He rolled his eyes. “I really hate repeating myself.”

“Repeat… what?”

“Do you want me to break the two-month agreement? Because I decided to stay…”