Chapter 1
Facing the Facts
Lois let the water cascade down on her body. She sighed, immediately feeling relaxed. She squeezed a little body shower out of the tube. She had managed to sneak out of her bed before Luthor could grab her again- or even worse, wake up.
Why him? Of all the people in Metropolis, it had to be the person she despises the most? Sure, he was gorgeous and well-built but he was also annoying and stuck up. When did her life become so complicated? Oh, god. If anyone finds out…
She smacked her head against the shower wall but quickly regretted it since it tricked her headache to come out once again. She groaned and quickly rinsed her hair. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body and hair. She cursed when she remembered that her clothes were in her room.
3 minutes later...
Her hand ever so slowly twisted the knob just enough so that she could slip into her bedroom. She had to plan this perfectly. In and out under a minute and do not, repeat, do not wake up the enemy.
She tiptoed over to her closet and sighed frustrated. Her drawer was stuck. She pulled as hard and fast as she could, and the drawer flung open. But Lois, she landed flat on her butt and hit her head on the pole of her bed. She growled low in her throat and started to rummage through the drawer.
She had just found some clothes, when she heard a sound behind her.
Luthor was starting to groan and seemed to her that he was waking up. Abort, abort the mission! Mayday! She shouted in her head but quickly rolled her eyes. I need to stop watching those movies the General sends me every month!
To her relieve and disappoint he turned around so that he laid on his stomach, flexing his muscles in the process. His back came into view and Lois let out a small groan. Every inch of him was perfect. And she had seen a lot last night, even though it was kind of blurry still. She suddenly had images of her fingers trailing his backbone. Her hand still burned from the contract and he was asleep when she had done it.
She realized that she was drooling a little and quickly wiped it away, leaving the room with a huff.
She locked the door to the bathroom. She wasn't taking any chances.
She was dressed in a white shirt with a black vest and black formfitting pants, her hair up in a French twist. Her usual professional look that she abducted a year ago, when she was hired as a reporter for the Daily Planet. She remembered how happy she was that day, but the giddiness dimmed down a little when she found out who her boss was.
It was Monday, the day every worker hated. It was after the weekend and people were rushing through the streets; some trying to make it to the subway in time, and others to get some breakfast before they had to work.
The Daily Planet stood in all its pride. The biggest and most famous newspaper in Kansas. The editor, Perry White, was described as a old but successful man. He had been a reporter for nearly thirty years before becoming an editor. He was an old alcoholic but all the workers respected him.
The globe reflected the sun, nearly blinding anyone. Usually nobody noticed it but a young woman did.
Standing in front of the double doors, Lois toke a deep breath. This was her first official day as a reporter. She of course had to start at the basement but she knew for sure that it would not take long before she was on the 3rd floor.
She smiled up to the globe. It had always been her dream to be a reporter. As a teenager she used to help her cousin, Chloe, writing for the Torch. When she graduated, she left Smallville to study at Met U. Her major was journalism. In her third year, she got an internship at the Daily Planet. She was excited to put it mildly.
She put her hands on the revolving doors, and shoved lightly. Walking into the bullpen she was instantly met with the smell of coffee and the sounds of telephones ringing and people typing on their keyboards. She smiled brightly. This was heaven.
Later that evening, she had gotten her own desk with a nametag on her table and a computer. She decided to stay until she was properly installed, so she wouldn't have any problems the next day.. She was in the middle of typing in her name and password in, when a intern came and told her that the boss wanted to speak with her. Lois shrugged and took the elevator up to the 23rd floor. She wanted to meet her boss anyway and she sure would bump into him or her soon enough.
As the elevator doors opened, Lois stepped out and quickly headed towards a girl sitting behind a desk playing some game on her computer. She had long blond hair and shirt that showed a lot of cleavage.
Lois coughed to get her attention. The secretary looked up from her solitaire game and answered with a boring tone. "Go right in, Mr. Luthor is inspecting you."
At the name Luthor, Lois froze. She had heard a lot of rumors about the family that lived in a mansion-well mansions since they have one in Metropolis and one in Smallville. Still she wondered which one of the two brothers that was her boss.
Lex is the oldest and the most dangerous of the brothers. He lost all his hair when the meteor shower came to smallville in 1989. Lois was not threatened by him but she could see that there was darkness in his heart and doesn't trust him. He usually uses money when he can't get what he wants. But even Lex Luthor has his moments of wisdom.
Clark is a totally different story. For the first he isn't even a Luthor. He was adopted by the age of three by Lionel, when his parents was nowhere to be found. He is spoiled brat and from the looks of it; his daddy's favorite. He is probably going to inherit all the Luthor estate when Luthor senior dies .He usually dresses in either black or purple and he always wears a red ring on his left hand.
The secretary's voice broke through her shell of thoughts. "Excuse me, but, you shouldn't keep the boss waiting." There was a slight tremble in her voice.
Lois mentally slapped herself when she noticed that her hand was shaken and holding the doorknob tight. It wasn't that she was scared, she just hated the Luthors to the bone.
She sighed as she poured coffee in her cup and sat down picking the latest edition of the Daily Planet. She remembered all too clearly what happened next.
The door creaked as Lois slowly opened it. She carefully closed it behind her and then turned around. The entire office was dark, except the dimmed lights from the city, that the office had a great view of.
The chair behind the desk was turned with its back to her. Soon the chair twirled around to face her. She already knew who it was. He was tall so she could see his black hair stick up from the chair's back.
"Hello, Ms. Lane." His deep voice vibrated through her ears.
"Luthor." Her voice was cold and her body language was cool.
Clark smiled coldly at her. "You don't seem too surprised that I'm your boss."
"Well I admit that I should have picked up sooner. You practically own the whole city, so I figured that it was either you or your brother who was the new owner." She left out the part with the secretary. She didn't need him to fuel her fire. "By the way what happened with the old owner?"
"That's none of your concern, Ms. Lane." He casually walked over to the bar and poured himself a scotch.
"Want one?" He offered without looking at her.
"No thanks. I don't drink in the work hours." Clark laughed at her. What a woman.
"As you wish. But if this is some suck-up to the boss, I can assure you that it's not working. But there are other ways to persuade me. " His eyes roaming over her body.
Lois turned around disgusted. What a pig! Lois was almost wishing that it should have been the other brother instead of him. "I rather slam my tongue into a car door."
"I think that we're done now." He says twirling his drink while smiling his signature smile.
"Oh and Ms .Lane? I won't hesitate to fire you. I suggest that that you should stay away from my family." The smile was gone and replaced with a look that chilled Lois to the bone.
"You may go." Gesturing to the big metal door behind her.
Lois turned around and headed towards the elevator.
One thing was for sure... this was going to be one long nightmare.
Lois shuddered at the memory. Every now and then he would call her up to his office, trying to either seduce her or make her mad. It's usually the latest one she gets.
She was on her third cup of coffee when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and a mouth on her neck. She tensed immediately.
"Morning." His voice was husky with sleep. She tried not to shiver. She slowly turned her head to her side and gave him a dirty look.
His reaction shocked her. He looked pleasantly surprised. That ba*****!
"Lane! Well if I knew it was you I had in my bed, I would have spent more time keeping you in it instead of sleeping." And he had the nerve to smirk.
Lois sighed annoyed and turned around completely. "Okay Luthor! One, this is my apartment and my bed. Two, I was drunk and I don't remember a single detail from last night. Thank god for that! Three, you can wipe that smirk of your face. Four, yo-"
The words died in her throat as Clark covered her mouth with his. Her eyes widened for a moment before closing. His arms circled her waist and she wound her own arms around his neck, teasing the little hairs. He glided his tongue against her bottom lip, wanting entrance to the sweet tasty paradise of cherry and coffee. He bit down on her lower lip and heard her gasp. Taking advantage of that, he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth. All thoughts in Lois' head were erased when Clark introduced his tongue into her mouth and thoroughly explored it. She moaned as his hands went under her shirt and caressed the skin close to her breasts.
Lois finally came to her senses and ended the kiss and groping, causing Clark to pout but he didn't let go.
"Let me go, I have to get to work." She tried to get out of his embrace but the man just tightens his arms. It brought her back to this morning. To his toned chest and the sexy six-pack underneath that tight purple shirt, that clearly shows his abs. Those thoughts made her chew her bottom lip.
"No."
His voice snapped her out her inappropriate thoughts. "What do you mean no?" She stared up at him incredulously.
He smirked at her reaction. "Well, you said that you don't remember anything from last night. I'm just trying to remind of it. And I'm after all your boss, so I think that I could forgive for this one time."
He leaned close and tried to kiss her again, but she backed away as much as she could -which wasn't much. "Ah, before you do that you might want to check your left ring finger." This time it was Lois who smirked.
Clark looked at her confused, before holding his left hand up close. His eyes became as wide as saucers. His gaze slammed into hers and she held up her own matching ring.
He was so shocked that he loosened his grip on her. Lois could now easily step away from him.
"Too bad huh? You weren't just screwing a reporter, you were screwing your own wife." Lois smiled sheepishly but also mockingly at him.
"Well if we're married...then we deserve a honeymoon, don't we?" He backed her up against a wall. She swallowed hard.
Sorry for the long wait! Hope you all will enjoy this chapter :)
