#and maybe in an argument with Jack you insult his uh issues with getting hard and you don’t mean it but god he doesn’t even anger he just

[spideyhexx]

i had the crazy thought of going through divorce reader saying her husband's name while jack is fucking her....

oh no

yeah he’d stop immediately and get extremely weird, but he doesn’t yell or say much he just gets stiff and tells you maybe you should head out

[lilhemmo]

art and whiskey pt. 2

PART ONE | MASTERLIST | WATTPAD

Word Count: 2,155 Pairing: CEO!Luke x Reader Rated: T+ (language)

A/N: you asked for it, here’s part two! let me know if you guys want me to make this an ongoing mini series! i’ll do part three if you ask for it!

You’re pulling down your skirt, careful that it touches your knees, as you make your way to the elevator.

“Finance department,” you grumble, fighting the smile on your cheeks. “Stupid.”

The sight of Ashley ducking her head into your cubicle to tell you that you’re wanted in the finance department initially didn’t click in your head. On your way to the elevator, you realized.

You click the button on the elevator and wait, you palms sticky and heels sweating. The audacity of Luke calling you up to his department instead of just texting or emailing you is impressive. You lick your lips as the elevator dings, the doors parting.

“How can I help you?” the secretary at the front asks.

You open your mouth, but you’re interrupted by a tall figure in a black jacket, “She’s with me, Tony. I’ll walk her back.”

Your mouth goes dry as you see Luke in his official work attire. The suit hanging off his shoulders looks almost as expensive as the watch wrapped around his wrist. You swallow thickly as he reaches behind you to guide you with a palm on the small of your back.

“You could’ve just texted me,” you whisper on your way to his office.

He chuckles, the sound deep in his chest, “Seemed a little informal.”

The doors of his office close, leaving you two in the privacy of your own room at the back of the wing. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, now everyone in my part of the building and yours are going to be speculating.”

“And?” he asks as if it’s irrelevant.

You sigh, pinching your nose to hold your tongue. You shake your head, “Lu, I-”

“You wanna go grab a cup of coffee?” he interrupts.

“I gotta get back to work,” you point toward the general direction of your part of the building. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taming the curls behind his ears.

“Any other person would hightail it out of here for a cup of espresso,” he laughs to himself, shaking his head. Luke sits on the corner of his desk, hitching his leg up so he can hold his kneecap steady with his palms.

“Any other person isn’t me,” you answer him.

“I know,” he smirks up at you, looking through his lashes. He’s a model, not a finance department chief executive officer, that much you’re sure of. Luke lowers his voice, “And maybe that’s why I like you.”

“What?” you tease, sauntering closer to his desk, “Your last girlfriend wasn’t as independent as me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re not my girlfriend, you’ve made that perfectly clear over the last couple of weeks. And no, she wasn’t. A bit of a leech, actually.”

“You must be hesitant to meet people,” you observe. He nods in response, “A little.”

The heaviness in his tone makes your soul hurt and so you sidle up next to him and touch your fingertips to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, “A cup of coffee does sound nice.”

“I know just the place,” his eyes light up and you’re glad you agreed.

Turns out his favorite place is a hole in the wall with an owner named Maria who makes a mean latte.

“Who is this, mijo?” she asks as she hands the coffee to you. You thank her under your breath and nod in appreciation. Luke’s cheeks turn red, introducing you. Maria winks at him, “She’s pretty.”

“Thank you!” you call over your shoulder as you find the two of you a table.

You pretend not to notice as Luke drops a one hundred dollar bill into the tip jar. Maria tries to tell him to take it back but he presses a kiss to her knuckles before coming to join you.

“Been coming here ever since my dad got sick,” he tells you, blowing over the top of his coffee. “Maria took care of me in ways I can’t even explain.”

“I can tell,” you supply, sipping the foam off the top of your drink. “You okay?”

He nods, but there’s a lackluster to his actions. “Yeah, I just have this really crappy meeting to go to with the other board members this afternoon that I’m not excited about.”

“What if I told you there’s going to be pizza at my house at eight tonight?” you raise a brow like you’re telling him a deep, dark secret.

Luke can’t help but smile at your expression and the thought that you’re so quick to step in and save him from the life that often drains him of all his energy. He hesitantly drops his hand to your knee, “I’d say, as long as there was pepperoni, we have a date.”

“A date?” you question, bringing your drink to your lips. You smirk, “Who said it was a date?”

“I did,” he leans back in his seat, satisfied, “just now. I just now said it. You were there, I think?”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing, “You’re a mess.”

“Not denying it.”

Maria leans across the counter and you’re sure she’s about to make fun of you two but her smile drops to a look of panic and you turn to see where her line of sight is.

“Uh, Luke?” you ask, reaching across the table to press your hand to his forearm, “Wh-Wha…”

“Shi-okay, uh, Maria?” he stands up, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to your feet. Maria is already out from behind the counter, pulling open the door that has STAFF ONLY written across it. She ushers the two of you through it, “Here, niños, come through here. You can go out the back way.”

Luke’s hands touch your hips as he pushes you into the back kitchen, staff members bustling through it. One says a quick hello, which Luke returns, before passing by to bring another sheet pan of pastries out to the front.

“What’s going on?” you ask him, breathing heavily as he pushes you against the fridge against the back wall.

He sighs, “Stupid paparazzi.”

“Pa-paparazzi?!” you ask, pushing yourself up on your toes to try and get a better look.

Luke leans in closer to you as if to shield you from the prying eyes, “Yes, paparazzi. They’re trying to cook up some story about how I’m pissing away all of dad’s money and Jack and Ben want to shove me out of the corporation.”

“Is that true?” you ask him, earnest.

He looks down at you with wide eyes, insulted, “No.”

“Okay,” you shrug, reaching down to grasp his hands. “Then we leave, get in your car, and go back to work.”

The look on his face intensifies and he leans into you, “You can’t be serious.”

“They can’t seriously believe that you’re pissing away your father’s fortune on a latte,” you shrug, running your hands up his chest to hopefully provide some sense of comfort. “You were out with a coworker having a cup of coffee and talking about how to improve business.”

“What was I doing before I had you in my life?” he asks before surging forward and kissing you square on the lips. Luke’s hands are on your cheeks and you press into him, curving your body to fit into his.

You break away and grin, “You were lost, obviously.”

His expression mirrors yours and he opens the back door, his hand against your waist, “C’mon, then, coworker, let’s go face the vultures.”

“Onward,” you whisper, standing to your full height and walking behind him.

Luke pushes you forward so he can have his hand on the small of your back. He guides you to his car, but the swarm of people with cameras and flashing lights is overwhelming nonetheless. You sweat, tucking yourself further against him just out of pure survival instincts.

“Here you go,” he murmurs, opening the passenger door for you.

He shuts it behind you and pushes his way through the people to get to his side of the car. Luke waves at them and reaches across to put his hand on your thigh, “I’m so sorry.”

You smile, “It’s an adventure.”

It’s only the next morning when the issue comes out in the paper that Luke Hemmings is wandering around town with an intern.

“They make it out like he’s cradle robbing me,” you snort, kicking your feet up on your desk. You roll your eyes, “Can you believe this? It was a cup of coffee.”

“He did take you to his private joint,” Ashley provides, shrugging as she finds herself seated on top of your desk. “That’s got to mean something.”

“Everyone is reading too much into it,” you tell her as you glance upward to meet her gaze. She’s calculating you, guessing what you’re made out of and how she can contort it to get the answers she wants.

You go about your day as per usual, with no calls up to the Finance Department, and you can hardly dismiss the way that people are staring at you as if you’ve cracked the code to all of life’s secrets.

A part of you wants to yell at them, to scream to turn their attention elsewhere. It’s hard, though, because you’ve made a human out of their idol and they aren’t sure if you’re human yourself. It’s as if there is a tension, a glass wall, and you’re just waiting to run through it and shatter reality to pieces.

The call you get at eight that evening is definitely out of the ordinary.

“Yes?” you ask instead of answer.

He laughs on the other end of the line, “I brought pizza.”

“You shall pass.”

He’s at your doorstep moments later with a large pizza box in his hands. The smile on his face is apologetic and genuine simultaneously. You’re biting your lip as you let him in.

“I’m sorry about that,” he starts before you’ve even shut the door. “I-I shouldn’t have taken you out in public. I could’ve had Maria send someone with coffee to the building and we could’ve sat together in my office. If I had known-”

You shake your head and lean your body into his. Luke puts the box of pizza on the table and there’s an odd familiarity you can’t quite place to him being here. His hands touch your ribs and it’s like he’s searching you for the answer to some existential question.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he continues, his blue gaze intensifying. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me and eat pizza with me and act like I’m normal when I know I’m not. Nothing about my situation is normal.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you, Lu,” you answer him curtly. There is no room for an argument in your tone, but he bucks back anyway. “I’m just saying, I don’t want to do whatever this is if you just…”

“If I just what?” you ask indignantly.

You go to rest your hands on your hips in irritation, but his hands are still there and you accidentally bump your fingers against his and it’s like fireworks are going off in your tiny apartment.

“I already told you I don’t want your money, or your popularity, or a better position in your company,” you tell him matter-of-factly. Your pointer finger rests against his pectoral, “I want to work my way up just the same as everyone else. I want to get to know you like you’re the person in the cubicle next to me.”

You can’t help but reach up in his hair and tousle the curls with your fingers, it’s too tantalizing. You smile up at him, feeling the rigidness of his body relax with the more words that tumble from your lips.

“You’re not Luke Hemmings the Chief Executive Officer to me,” your fingertips frame his face. “You’re just Luke.”

The burning in his eyes causes words to fall from his mouth and he wishes he had the couth to regret it, “God, if you keep talking like that, I might just fall in love with you.”

His mouth is pressed to yours before the last syllable crosses his lips. Your hands are already comfortable in his hair, touching his neck, and he’s got a grasp on you that could rival a thief making off with his score.

You see stars as your eyes cross under your lids, the impact of his kiss practically restarting your heart. He’s so warm against your cool skin, his gentle fingertips finding purchase anywhere they can on your shoulder blades.

“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he murmurs against your lips, “I sound like a damn Disney movie.”

You lean back just enough to look him in the eyes, “Nothing wrong with that.”

“No,” he bites his lip and his eyes roam over your face. “I don’t think there is.”

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