“You asked. I’ve answered,” he said quietly as I dropped my eyes from his.
“Drugs?” I asked bluntly.
“I knew you were intelligent.” He smirked as my stomach twisted.
The only guy to capture my attention for more than five seconds is a fucking drug lord/pimp.
“Charmed,” he murmured as I stared at him in confusion.
Did I say that out loud? His face confirmed that I did.
“The only guy, huh?” he said as he crossed the room to stand in front of me.
My heart thudded in my chest when he crouched down, his green eyes piercing into mine. I couldn’t answer him; my voice had turned to dust in his presence.
He stroked my cheek softly as I winced, his features hardening.
“I wouldneverhurt a woman, nor see a woman be hurt in my presence. I’m not scum. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”
“Why?” I asked in a strangled voice as he smiled at me curiously.
“Why am I against hurting women?” Lucas furrowed his brow while he stroked my cheek again.
“No. Why don’t you want me getting the wrong idea?” I whispered as he chuckled.
“Because I have just killed a man for touching you. The rage I felt- it tells me you are something elseentirely, Alice.”
The room seemed to drop in temperature, and I shivered as he frowned.
“Do you want to stay the night? Or I can take you home, and you can forget all of this if you want to. Me included.”
“But you just said I’m different?” I questioned as I reached out tentatively, my fingers cupping his cheek as he closed his eyes, sighing.
“Exactly. Maybe you are better off out of my world.”
Suddenly I felt like someone had opened a door and allowed me a way out of all of this.
“Maybe I am,” I said in a small voice as he nodded.
“I will take you home. I’m so sorry, Alice.”
Lucas stood up, holding his hand out for me.
I averted my eyes this time, refusing to make eye contact with anyone on the way out.
Lucas opened the limo door and spoke roughly to his driver. He leaned toward me, picking up my hand as his lips pressed against it.
“If you ever needanything...” Lucas whispered as a lump grew in my throat.
I nodded as he released my hand, stepping back from the car as the limo sped away. Only then did I allow the tears to fall, my mind filled with questions.
Why did he let me leave?
Why didn’t he come with me?
I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I knew, the door was opened, the driver smiling at me kindly.
“Home,” he said in a thick accent. I lifted my eyebrow to him as I asked softly,
