Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Battling for dominance

“The land goes to Mr. Lucius De Salvo!”

A huge round of applause was heard. Lucius stood up from his place and smiled at everyone. Shortly, everyone started leaving, including Roderick.

“Won’t you congratulate me, Rick?” Lucius asked, tilting his head.

“I was supposed to win this bid. Why did you even come here? It was my Dad’s dream project and you snatched it from me, Uncle,” Roderick said with annoyed glance.

“My dear nephew,” Lucius spoke and rose to his feet. Roger too stood up while glaring at Roderick. “I can give it to you. But I want something in return,” Lucius added.

“What does uncle want?” Roderick frowned.

Lucius leaned closer to his ear and whispered something. It caused Roderick’s expressions to change. “You can think about it. You’ve a day,” Lucius offered. He then turned away and walked out of the hall, followed by Roger.

After he and Roger settled inside the car, he asked the driver to leave. On his way, he purchased a bouquet of roses for Layla.

“Roger, the driver will drop you home as well,” Lucius stated and went inside the house.

But to his wonder, Layla had not been home. He pulled out the phone from his pocket when he heard the sound of heels. Turning, he saw Layla entering the house with confident strides. A smile carved on his lips and he walked to her while hiding the bouquet behind his back.

“For you,” Lucius presented it to her, “congrats on your first victory. I’m proud of you.”

Layla held the bouquet and inhaled the scent of the fresh roses. “Thank you. They are beautiful,” she whispered, touching their petals gently. “Lucius, I’ve never felt such kind of satisfaction before. Thank you for letting me use your name and the influence you possess,” she stated, peering into his blue orbs.

“You’ve said that so many times. You don’t need to thank me every time you achieve something,” Lucius murmured, his voice soft. “Besides, today was all you. I didn’t lift a finger.” He cupped her neck, brushing his thumb slowly across her cheek before pressing a lingering kiss on her lips.

Layla’s hand holding the bouquet lowered as her free hand slid to his nape, pulling him closer. His hand moved from her shoulder to her waist, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her up the stairs, their lips never parting.

Reaching their bedroom, he laid her gently on the mattress, both of them pausing to catch their breath. The bouquet rested beside her head, petals scattered on the sheets.

“Aren’t you feeling a little warm?” she teased, reaching for his blazer and sliding it down his broad shoulders. He let it fall to the floor, watching as she loosened his tie and drew him close again.

“What’s gotten into you?” Lucius smirked, his fingers threading gently through her hair while his gaze remained steady and intense.

“Nothing,” Layla whispered, capturing his lips again as she deftly flipped him onto the bed. Her arm rested on his chest, and her hair cascaded forward until she pushed it back, slipping off her heels. Their mouths moved hungrily, his hand holding her firmly in place, their tongues battling for dominance.

Hurriedly, she began to unbutton his shirt. He let out a low groan as her cool fingers grazed the warmth of his chest, sending shivers down his spine.

Finally, they both pulled away, gasping for air, but Layla’s intent gaze made it clear she had no plans to stop. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss at the center of his chest.

“Layla,” he breathed, her name escaping his lips in a husky murmur as his fingers tangled in her hair, stroking it tenderly. She peppered kisses up to his throat and reached his chin before again meeting his lips.

Just then, Lucius felt a tear dropped on his cheek and he opened his eyes.

Gently, he pushed her back just enough to search her eyes, confused by the sudden tears. “Why are you crying?” he asked softly.

Layla gave a small smile. “Tears of joy.”

He brushed a stray tear from her cheek and whispered, “You’re not supposed to cry when you’re happy.” As she sat up, he did too, watching her thoughtfully. Slowly, he reached out, tucking her hair back to reveal her face and neck fully.

Lucius leaned in, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, and began to kiss her soft skin, his lips trailing warm, lingering kisses. Layla’s breath hitched, a quiet moan escaping her as he continued, leaving tender marks along her neck.

She turned toward him, her hand instinctively finding its place on his bare shoulder as he pulled her onto his lap. He continued pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck, each one sending a shiver through her, making her toes curl in pleasure.

“Lucius, do you have a dream?” Layla suddenly asked, making him pause midway. The hand which was on her back, particularly on her zipper, stopped too.

“A dream?” He met her gaze, wondering why she asked such a question.

“Yes, a dream. I know you have everything, but I have no idea what your dream is. I’m just curious to know,” she asserted.

“Umm… To have a family and kids with you,” Lucius said. “My first dream was to marry you. Later, I wanted you to love me, care for me. In future, I want to have many kids with you,” he affirmed, smiling.

“How many kids?” Layla curiously inquired.

“As many as you want. After all, it will be you who will give birth,” he remarked. “But that’s just a dream. You don’t need to take it seriously. I know I have a strange dream.”

“It’s a beautiful one. A dream which carries warmth,” Layla replied. “Our families never cared for us. But we won’t let it happen to us and when we will have kids. We will build a lovely family,” she pronounced.

“Yes.” Lucius hid from her what his other dreams were. One included finding the real murderer, who killed Matteo and give him the final tribute.