Yes It does

You sit across from Courtney at an elegantly set table as you both take a seat the chefs cart out an amazing steak dinner. You're told it is a 12 oz Kobe filet mignon, a far cry from the frozen pizza you'd have had if you back in your little apartment. They then pour you a glass of wine which you are told is a Domaine de la Romanee-Conti 1945, now you might have known about steak but you had to google this, and wow it is the most expensive wine in the world. Usually you're the type to chug a glass of wine over savor it, but you can't bring yourself to do that here so you take a small sip from your glass. Now you're no wine connoisseur, but even you can tell this is an amazing wine. You are surrounded by luxury and eating a meal that would have cost you your entire life savings a hundred times over, but the amazing part of all that was what Courtney's focus was on. Within her hand was the small container filled with semen you had her work out of you. She stared at it intensely and once again you could see drool drip from the side of her mouth. She open it up and her staring got even more intense as she began sniffing the air. You see her start to slowly bring it closer to her body.

*ehem*

You clear your throat, and she jolts to attention.

"Ah, right sorry."

She wastes no time in sprinkling your cum onto the stake like it was A1 sauce, and she add a few drops into her wine for good measure. Just like that one of the worlds most expensive meals was now coated in your gooey cum. She cuts into the meat and takes a bit of her cum drenched meal.

"MMM Yummy!"

Courtney looks like a delighted child enjoying their favorite treat as she drops all etiquette and chows down on her stake and enjoys her wine. You smile as you see how happy she is knowing that normal everyday food was back on the table for her. Even if it did need a smattering of your special sauce. You take your time to savor your meal, and after your meal is squared away you are immediately brought into a hug by Courtney.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Lucas! Your idea worked brilliantly."

"No problem I'm just glad you can enjoy the stuff you love again."

"Yeah, it doesn't taste like ash anymore! Now it tastes like a fantastic complement to my meal!"

"Wait a complement?"

"Yeah I... " Courtney's cheerfulness is replaced by a dour one as she looks away from you.

"It still tastes the best to me, like my body screaming there is nothing better for me than that. God what a helpless woman I am."

"No! No, I'm sorry. I'll provide whatever you need, but you have to know you are the farthest thing from helpless. Come on I sent the chefs away so let's clean up."

"Wait you did what?"

"Well we don't really know what's going on with why my cum is like this right? Last thing we need is more people getting some in their system."

"That, makes a lot of sense. We'll need to be carful about what the cleaning staff handle too."

"You ready to do a little manual labor?"

"You know maybe I am." Courtney said as she brushed past you and into the adjacent kitchen.

You and Courtney get to work in cleaning off your plates. It was a simple thing to ask Courtney to join you in cleaning the plates, and maybe even a risk in some ways. However, the situation weighed on her heavily, and you knew it. That's why you invited her to do some work as it was in her personality to enjoy work, and if you could distract her it might improve her mood. To your delight it worked, and you could see Courtney's smile widen as she chipped away at the task at hand. You allow yourself to smile a bit too when you are jarred away from your thoughts by a sudden sensation.

*Splash*

You recoil as the warm water hits you from the detachable kitchen faucet.

"Ahhahaha! Hehe!" Courtney giggles at having caught you off guard. Who knew she was one to be so playful. You smirk back at her and arm yourself with your own faucet and hit her square in the face. There is a little bit of a pause as she recovers from the sudden blast and for a brief second you worry you took it too far.

"Hahahaha!"

Phew you were relieved to see she wasn't upset. On the contrary she got more into her assault with her water based weapon.

"Taaaaaaaake this!" She aimed straight for your face and hit on the mark, but you were never the kind to just give up as you fired back at her with maximum water fire power. You both were soaking the kitchen as you giggled like school children, and acted like them too. You both had smiles on your faces a mile wide as you played around. However, Courtney's Sprained ankle, tiled floors, and copious amounts of water did not mix well. Courtney was shocked by her lack of footing and was unable to catch herself in time.

"Eeeep!"

*Crash* *Thud*

"Ouch!" Courtney cried out as she landed. However, she was surprised by just how easily she landed based on how she fell. She looked around confused as she didn't see Lucas anymore, and she figured he'd be gentlemanly enough to offer her a hand getting up. That's when she realized what she was on was not the floor, but something softer and warmer.

"Oh my god Lucas!" Courtney shrieked as she realized the reason she didn't land harshly on the hard floor was because you did. You didn't have enough time to keep her feet on the ground, but you did have enough time to dive into the ground and break her fall.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! PLEASE BE OKAY LUCAS!" You'd think that Courtney would be use to high pressure situations and handle this better, but apparently not in potential life or death situations. She just kneels next to you yelling and panicking, and once you regain your wind after it was knocked out of you by the impact you flip over to notice she's crying a bit too.

"It's okay calm down I'm fine."

"Oh you're fine huh? How do you know are you a doctor?"

"No but I know I never hit my head, and you're not heavy enough to break a bone just by falling on me. I'll be a little banged up for a bit, but I'm fine really."

"Yeah, but still you did something unexpected yet again. Honestly, I think you'd have done these things for me even if I was some street rat on the side of the road."

"Probably, yeah. I like to be kind I guess."

"Why though! Why aren't you taking advantage of the situation we're in! Of my money, my influence, my power! All the things you've accepted has only been to help me to keep you close! I didn't even give you a great job at my company, and I made you do actual work! If you'd leveraged the situation you could have been the freakin VP of sales to Narnia or something and fuck off and do whatever you wanted in a big office. I just don't understand you! It's frustrating you know, I spent my entire life looking for the ulterior motive in people and exploiting the hell out of it for my benefit, and I was prepared to do the same to you too. I just can't pin you down."

"Um I mean first of all I'm more than capable of working that's not a problem. Also I did make it clear that I wanted to go out with you, wouldn't that be a good ulterior motive?"

"Normally, yeah, it would. But I told you I wanted to back off and you respected that. Usually I'd figure you were playing the long con on me, but I just can't see anything more than a pure hearted man."

"Um, thank you?"

"NO! It's much simpler for me if you are some evil asshole after my body or cash I know how to deal with that! How do I deal with you Lucas, I just don't know! When you fell and I saw you face down on the floor cause you protected me I was scared for the first time in years. I can't even begin to process everything, from what I have to do with you, to your overflowing kindness, to how I'm not sure I even deserve that kindness."

"Courtney, yes you are."

"You don't know me though, we're basically strangers."

"I didn't help you because I had a history with you Courtney, it's because I wanted to. For one thing I felt responsible for you, and another I just like you. From the moment I met you did, as sappy as that sounds."

Your words linger in the air for what feels like hours as Courtney stares at you like you just gave her troubling news. Then she leans in and gives you a soft small peck on the lips. She gets up as best she could despite her injured ankle and makes her way out of the kitchen. She turns to you before she leaves and gives you a soft smile despite her melancholy eyes.

"I'll have some one clean up this mess and show you to the guest room. I'll have some movers clear out your old apartment and handle your lease with your landlord. Also, don't fall for me, you'd be making a mistake. Let's just treat this relationship as a business agreement, okay? Good night Lucas." Courtney leaves you are she makes her way to her room. She enters her personal bathroom and draws a bath. As the water engulfs her she slumps down in the tub and cries too conflicted with her thoughts and feeling to think straight. Was she feeling this way because of her new found addiction? Were her feeling genuine? And most importantly if they were, was she even worthy of being loved by anyone?

In the dinning room, unbeknownst to either you or Courtney, Stacy had snuck in while you and Courtney were in the kitchen. She intended to get a first hand look at the relationship between her boss and the mystery man she brought home with her. She didn't believe Courtney's words when she described their relationship in such vague terms. However, after hearing how that exchange ended she couldn't deny that they themselves didn't even seem to know what their relationship was. She also heard that someone would show him to his room and jumped at the chance to dig deeper. She lucked out that the one who was supposed to take him to his room was her mother and she was to be the cleanup. She promised her mother she'd cook dinner for them when they got home if she didn't have to clean up the mess here. Her mother hated cooking so it was an easy trade, and it wasn't like Stacy didn't have a history of using that tactic to get out of several messy jobs in the past.

"Hello, um, Lucas right? My name is Stacy and I'll be guiding you to your room. Please follow me."

"Oh, uh thank you. Could you also show me where I can wash up?"

"No worries, just like the master bedroom the guest room you'll be staying has a personal bathroom."

"Oh, that's convenient."

There was a bit of an awkward silence as the two of you ascended the stairs. Fortunately the master bedroom was on the first floor so you could rest easy knowing that Courtney didn't have to climb these stairs on crutches because you know already she wouldn't ask for help. While you were walking through the house you once again notice how barren this house it. It felt almost sterile and not just because a cleaning staff worked here everyday. There was little more in the house besides a fancy looking furniture, and what you assumer to be highly expensive art. You'd guess that Courtney doesn't spend a lot of time here by the looks of things, and that's a somewhat depressing though.

"Um, can I ask you something?" You break the silence to address Stacy.

"Sure if I can ask you something too."

"Courtney doesn't spend much time here does she?"

"No, Ms. Stone doesn't. The hour laid out by the company that hired us said our hours were from either 9AM to 5PM, 12PM to 8PM, or 3PM to 11PM depending on the shift, and I have worked at one time or another on all three shift times. What I have never seen is Ms. Stone not even once other than the times she call us for a performance review."

"Do clients usually do performance reviews?"

"They do when they own the company you work for."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"Well I knew something was strange when the chiefs were here. They are usually here super early in the morning and really late at night to match Ms. Stone's workaholic schedule."

"Mm, I'll have to apologize to them for the chaos then, I feel like that might have been my fault they had to come into work at an odd hour."

"Is that all you wanted to know?"

"Yeah, it's a shame how little this house seems to be used."

"Totally agree with you there, so can I ask something now?"

"If I can answer it I will."

"Are you really in love with Ms. Stone?"

"Oh wow, coming right out with it huh? Well I think I fell for her the moment I met her."

"Wow love at first sight then? She is a beauty so are you sure you're not confusing love with lust?"

"I thought about that too. Honestly, at the surface level Courtney is strong, confident, and beautiful. She's successful and loaded too, which doesn't hurt by any means. However, even knowing her for a few days, and I can see a picture of the real Courtney, and that's the one who's trying to snatch my heart away from me."

"The real Courtney?"

"The vulnerable and sweet side she doesn't want to show, so she acts recklessly stubborn, the insecure side that is scared and wants to push people away from her, the playful side that she embraces only when she feels she won't be judged, and the loving side that just wants to be loved back for who she is, despite how she herself seems to look down on herself. I don't want to come across too white knight like, but I can see bit behind the curtain, and I want to be there for her as best I can."

"That's... actually pretty cool Lucas."

"You think?"

"Ms. Stone, I don't really know her too well. I don't think anyone really does, and I think that's by her design. I'm going to be honest with you, I overheard you two in the kitchen, and for what it's worth I think if anyone can get her to open up it'll be you."

"You think so?"

"I do, and you don't have to do it alone, if you need any help for anything you call for me."

"Why are you so eager to help?"

"I guess you could call me a romantic, but I'm rooting for you two. If you need help with anything you tell me and I'll do everything I can to set it up, okay?"

"Thank Stacy, it's not a bad idea to have a wingwoman."

"Haha, no it's not a bad idea at all now give me your phone and I'll put in my number. Text me anytime you need help. Ah, here's your room."

"Thank you, and I'll talk to you soon. Have a good night Stacy."

"Good night Lucas."

With a new ally gained you took a quick shower and drifted off to sleep while enjoying the luxurious bedding that was draped across the also amazingly comfy mattress. Tomorrow would be another day to learn more about Courtney, and hopefully you'd be able to get even closer. However, that look in her eyes when she said you shouldn't get too involved told a story of a deeply wounded woman. It would be a hard fought battle for love, but you were willing to fight it.