Professor F

Chapter 19: Crazy Rich Elite

“Do you trust me?" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

August could feel the seriousness in Flynn’s voice when he asked her. She nodded while looking

straight into his eyes. "Yes."

He smiled, looking glad hearing her answer. After a few minutes, a black limousine stops in front of

them. A man in his thirties wearing a black suit comes out of the driver's seat. He has a well shaven

petit handlebar mustache, reminds her of those ancient aristocrats.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Ferguson." Hugo greeted Flynn.

"Bonsoir, Hugo. C'est Augustine Peters. Elle sera avec moi ce soir." Flynn introduces her.

Hugo bows his head as a greeting. "Bonsoir, Madame Peters. Hugo à votre service. Ravi de vous

rencontrer."

Oh, that's a basic greeting in French! I should know this much because of that family vacation in Paris.

She smiled and bows her head, too. "Heureux de vous rencontrer aussi."

Hugo and Flynn looked surprised to know that she could say a greeting in French.

Hugo then opened the door for them. Flynn gets inside after her. As the limousine starts moving, she

looked around and found the limousine’s interior luxurious with lavish and plush leather used and there

are bench seats that run lengthwise. It has a state-of-the-art entertainment systems and climate

controls to custom lighting and a small part is set for beverages and chocolates enclosed a fiberglass

cabinet with ice cubes and cooling system.

"Wow." She whispered. "You own this?"

"Family owns it." He answered while he types on his phone again.

She glanced on his phone screen discreetly. Flynn looked at her smiling. "I'm not texting other girls,

August. Don't worry. I'm all yours."

She blushed. "I wasn't—That's not what I was—" She looked away.

He puts his phone back to his pocket and clasped their fingers together. "Just told Lucia to prepare our

dinner at my loft. She's a chef." He explained further when she looked at him with a questioning look.

She nodded and she feels a little excited and happy with what's happening tonight. Having him hold

her hand inside a very expensive car.

Boy, this guy is really something!

"Is Stella staying there, too?" She's curious.

He smiled. "No, August. My sister doesn't even know that place. It's my personal private place. Even

my parents don't go there."

"You mean you never told them?"

"Well, I never told them but they for sure know about it. They usually hire—" He stops and clears his

throat. "My parents are very concerned about where my sister and I go. I guess they know I want my

own space to escape from society sometimes."

"Huh! I can understand that. You getting too much attention from women, you probably really need that

kind of escape for sure." She laughed shortly.

He chuckled on his throat. "Yeah. You can say that, I guess."

"How conceited! You're lucky your parents got good genes and you're this good looking!" She rolled her

eyes at him.

"Do you like good looking guys?"

She cleared her throat and looked away, blushing. "Well, yeah. I mean, that's normal for any girl."

"I'm asking if you like me, August." He rephrases his question.

She looked at him, still blushing and not realizing that she's starting to tighten her grip on his hand. He

slightly moved his hand. "You're holding too tight. Was that question making you tense?"

"S—Sorry." She loosens her grip.

He chuckled again. "Can you answer my question now?"

She clears her throat. "I think I—" She looked at him and was surprised when his lips touched hers. He

moves away a little and she finished her sentence. "—do."

"You think? How about after this?" He asked before cupping her face in his hands and kissed her lips

again, opened his mouth and used his tongue to taste the sweetness inside her mouth.

She parted her lips and closed her eyes. She could smell his minty breath and she felt like she's

drowning in his kiss. After a few seconds, she learned to dance with the rhythm of his kiss and

responded to him passionately. She moaned unintentionally when she felt him sucking and biting her

tongue and lips gently.

They were gasping for breath when he stopped. "So?" He asked.

She felt a tingling feeling on her spine and she clasped her thighs together as she felt the excitement

built inside her just by his expert kisses. She looked into his eyes and she could tell it mirrors the same

desire she has in hers.

"I like you, Flynn." She whispered and that encouraged him to kiss her again. This time, he was more

aggressive and his hands started to go down to her neck and shoulders.

Her hands moved up to his shoulders as she started to feel tired kissing him this long but she didn't

want to stop. She's not used to long time kissing but damn he tastes so good and he kisses her

perfectly she couldn't just let it stop and leave her craving for more.

His hands started to move down slowly and she took a deep breath causing her chest to move

upwards when he cup her left breast in his hands and started caressing her. She moaned softly which

seem to have encouraged him. He started to moved his other hand down to her waist and pulled her

close to his body. She surrendered to his touch and pushed herself closer to him as their kiss deepens.

And as if he couldn't contain it anymore, his free hand made its way inside her dress to touch her

breasts with his hands, his fingers playing with her nipples. He pulls the dress off of her shoulders and

she gasped when she felt his lips sucked on her nipples.

"F—Flynn." She whispered his name.

She moaned as she heard him groan in pleasure. Her hands unconsciously grabs on his hair, pulling

his head down to her chest to continue what he's doing to her. Her breathing became ragged and she

couldn't stop making foreign noises inside his car. "Flynn..."

He stopped for a second. "Yes?" Then went back to her other nipple and started nibbling on it while his

other hand plays with the other.

Her mind started to spin as the pleasure starts to consume her whole body. She could also feel the

excitement between her thighs starting to build up. She's so turned on right now.

He gently pushes her to the leather seat and hovered her body with his. His kisses went down to her

soft stomach while both his hands continue to fondle on her breasts. She brushed her thighs together

when she felt herself getting wet between her legs.

Flynn was showering her soft stomach with kisses when the speaker in the limousine turned on and

Hugo announced their arrival. And she almost cursed underneath Flynn as she feels left hanging after

their intimate kisses.

Flynn helped her fix her dress and Flynn pressed a button before the door was opened by Hugo. She

couldn't look straight into his eyes and just bowed her head as Flynn holds her hand and guides her

inside a sleek hallway with dim lights from floor lanterns made of wood.

It appears that they're passing through a path leading towards an exclusive hall and she saw very few

people in expensive suits and dresses eating in a fine dining restaurant.

A lady wearing a black dress walked towards them and smiled. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Ferguson." Flynn

greets the woman with a smile. "Lucia went to your loft using the key card and your one-time

authorization code to cook dinner for you. If you need a table for breakfast in the morning, we can

reserve it for you or have Lucia prepare it upstairs if you want."

"Thank you. I'll let you know." Flynn said.

The lady then excused herself to go back attending to restaurant customers.

"Lucia works there?"

"Yes. She's a chef there and I would get her services when I stay here sometimes." Flynn explained.

Flynn then guides her to another hallway leading to the elevators and he pressed the top button for his

loft after placing his right thumb for fingerprint authorization.

Amazing!

It only took a few minutes reaching his loft despite being on the top level of this high rise building unlike

their 6-story apartment elevators. The waiting line on the ground floor and the time spent for the

tenants to step out of the lift would take you more than five minutes sometimes especially if it's during

the busy hours of the day.

But Flynn's private place seem to cater only to a whole different level of rich people. Like the crazy rich

elite!

He's this rich?! It’s probably why he could just quit his job like that! But why would he even want to work

and stay in that 6 story apartment if he have this kind of lifestyle?

She steals a glance from him. He’s quiet when he stepped out of the lift while holding her hand.

What kind of person are you, really Flynn Ferguson?

She looked around as they enter his loft after stepping out of the elevators. The marbled floor clicks as

his oxfords touch it.

A woman in her mid thirties greets them with a smile. Her blonde hair tied in a neat bun and her blue

eyes warmly looked at her like she's a sight for sore eyes.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Ferguson. Your dinner is ready." She announces.

Flynn smiles at her. It seemed like Lucia is like Flynn’s good elder sister. "I told you to drop the

formalities." He chuckled softly. "Thanks, Lucia. This is Augustine Peters." Flynn simply introduced both

of them to each other and Lucia reached out to her to give her a warm hug.

"It's so nice to see you, sweetheart." She looked at Flynn. "I'm glad to see you again, Flynn." She said

as if she meant something more with what she said and looked at her again. "I'll leave you now and

enjoy your dinner."

She looked at Lucia leaving and the lift closes when she faced Flynn again but he was already crossing

the distance between them and kissed her lips as he carried her from her hips and pinned her to the

marbled wall.

She gasped and responded to his hungry kiss. She placed her hands on his shoulders and she

moaned when she felt his hardness brushing against her panties. Oh God!

"T—The food will get cold." She tried to tell him between their kisses.

"Are you sure you want to have dinner first?" He asked while gasping for breath. "I want you, August."

She looked into his eyes and she felt blood rushing to her cheeks as she felt his hardness pushing on

her center. She felt her panties starting to get damp, the excitement between her legs she cannot hide

anymore.

"I—I want you, too." She whispered as she pulls his face for a kiss.