Chapter 16
Red Flags and Rabbit Holes
The glow of her laptop screen flickers across her face as she types into the search bar:
“Lucas Creams girlfriend”
Her jaw tenses. She doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Actually, she does. He’s too perfect. Too composed. Too… untouchable. And now that she’s touched him, kissed him, ridden him
She needs to know what kind of man hides behind a designer suit and thousand yard stare.
She clicks.
Tab 1:
A slick business article Forbes style fluff about Lucas being the “quiet twin” with an empire at his fingertips.
Tab 2:
A Reddit thread: “The Creams Are Cursed.”
“Lucas dumped a girl for asking to stay the night. The whole thing got buried but she made a few posts. Said he went cold overnight, said she felt like she was dating a ghost.”
Maddison frowns.
“He has guards outside his bedroom door. No one sleeps over. No one gets in.”
Tab 3:
A blog post: clickbait as hell.
“Secrets in the Cream Tower: Who’s Really Running the Empire?”
She skims past the conspiracy stuff aliens, satanic rituals but then she freezes.
A blurry photo of Logan, arm around someone in an alley. The caption: “Logan Creams: Enforcer, Brother, Murderer?”
Her gut tightens.
Maddison quietly to herself “…what the fuck are you involved in?”
She leans back, heart hammering. Her glass of wine is untouched. On impulse, she opens her DMs.
helmetdaddy_xo:
“Sweet dreams, booklover69. You are on my mind tonight.”
She swallows. The voice. The body. The way Lucas flinched when she teased him in the elevator like a man with ghosts under his skin.
She looks around her flat, small and chaotic. Then back at her screen.
She doesn’t know about the photo yet. Doesn’t know he has pictures of her printed.
Doesn’t know he’s been watching her since before she walked into Creams Tower.
But she can feel it. The obsession is mutual. The danger is real.
And the game?
Just beginning.
Rain pattered softly against the windows.
Maddison smirked, thumbs quick.
Maddison:
Why are you even awake this late?
There was a pause. Then another ping .
helmetdaddy_xo:
Watching you.
Her smile faltered. She glanced toward her window.
“…you’re such a creep,” she muttered, half amused, half unsettled.
Still, she tugged the curtain aside slowly. Across the street, under the dim glow of a flickering lamppost, a black motorbike leaned idle. And against it helmet off, dark hair messy, phone in hand stood Lucas.
He raised a hand in a casual wave.
Her mouth dropped open. Her phone buzzed again.
helmetdaddy_xo:
Hi.
Maddison pressed her lips together, glaring out the window.
“You absolute creep.”
He smirked.
She didn’t close the curtain.
Her phone lit again.
Lucas:
Come down. Back to my place.
She arched her brow, typing with deliberate slowness.
Maddison:
You finally gonna stop being weird about this?
Lucas:
No promises.
She bit her lip, already grabbing her keys.
***
Street – Night
Maddison stepped out of her building in an oversized hoodie and slippers, barefaced, hair messy, still managing to look like sin in soft cotton. She crossed the street without hesitation.
“Didn’t think you had it in you, Creams,” she teased.
Lucas’s eyes never left hers, his voice low, deliberate. “I didn’t either. Until you.”
She climbed onto the bike, arms slipping around his waist. No helmet. No hesitation.
The bike roared to life.
***
Lucas’s Penthouse
Floor to ceiling glass. City lights sprawled across the skyline. Lucas unlocked the door, letting her inside first.
She wandered in like she owned it. “So this is where you write your little captions?”
she teased, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.
He didn’t answer. He just crossed the room and kissed her.
It was rough. Hungry. Weeks of restraint shattering in an instant.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Only today?” she teased, breathless.
“Every day. Every hour. Every time you walk past me like you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Her hands slid into his hair, tugging his mouth back to hers. He groaned, lifting her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bedroom like a man starved.
Clothes hit the floor fast, careless. Maddison pushed him back on the bed, straddling him without pause.
“Let’s see if you’ve been thinking about me properly,” she murmured, nails trailing his chest.
Lucas’s breath stuttered, but he didn’t resist. Couldn’t.
Her voice turned velvet and steel. “Take your hands off me.”
He blinked up at her.
“You don’t touch unless I say. You’ve had your fun pretending to be in control online now you learn.”
A groan tore from his throat. Not resistance. Surrender. She reached down, stroking him slowly, teasingly, just enough to hear him whimper.
“HelmetDaddy’s quiet now, huh?” she taunted.
His jaw clenched, hands fisting in the sheets.
Maddison ground against him, slick heat dragging him closer, keeping him there.
“I could edge you all night,” she whispered. “Ruin you and walk away.”
“Maddison, please ” His voice cracked.
“There it is. Beg .”
She slid down, took him into her mouth, deep and deliberate. He gasped, swore, his thighs trembling under her control. Just when he started to unravel, she pulled off with a wet pop and crawled back up his body.
Her hips rolled, slow and merciless, as she sank down onto him inch by inch. His head slammed back into the pillow with a groan, his body arching beneath her.
“Not yet,” she warned, hand around his throat lightly. “You don’t come until I say.”
“Y yes,” he choked out. “Yes, Maddison please ”
She rode him harder, pace relentless, teasing him to the brink and holding him there until his body shook.
“Now.”
Lucas shattered. The sound that ripped from his throat was raw, broken, echoing through the glass walls. Maddison followed, clenching around him with a gasp, nails digging into his chest as her own climax crashed through her.
Lucas lay wrecked, chest heaving, hair damp, pupils blown wide. Maddison curled beside him, fingers tracing his chest, lips brushing his temple with surprising tenderness.
“You okay?” she murmured.
He nodded faintly. “It was… I wanted that. I wanted you.”
She smiled, kissed him gently. “Good. Because I’ve wanted you like that since the moment I saw you.”
He pressed his face into her neck, clinging like he couldn’t let go.
“You’re dangerous,” he whispered.
“I know,” she said simply, stroking his hair.
“Don’t leave.” It came out rough, almost broken.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He closed his eyes, letting himself believe her.
***
Lucas drifted in her arms, his breathing evening out as sleep claimed him. Maddison stayed awake, stroking his hair, her smirk faint in the dark. Lucas Creams. CEO. Ghost. Untouchable.
Now undone beneath her.
He thought she was dangerous. He wasn’t wrong. But what he didn’t see was that he couldn’t yet admit that they were inevitable.
She’d loved him long before she knew his name. Long before she’d touched him.
And now? He was hers. Entirely.
The world could have its cold, silent Lucas Creams.
She had the man who begged.
“Mine,” she whispered into the dark, smiling. And she meant it.