"Damn!" Lucas groaned as he slumped on the ground, his hands clutched to the part I had hit him. My blood ran cold when I realized what I had just done– I shouldn't be going through this. I thought of what made me agree to this contract in the first place and brushed it aside. I should be thinking of Lucas who was curled up on the floor groaning.I crouched beside him and placed my hands in his head, but he angrily shoved it aside, "Stay away from me!" He yelled."I'm sorry Lucas… I didn't mean to do that, I tried to warn you," I said, and regretted that I said the last words.He glared at me for some time and stood up, his hands still on his head. "We should check for any sign of bleeding," I said, trying to touch the injured part."I said, stay away from me!" He said, shoving my aside. My jaw felt tense as I held my breath, "I just wanted to check for any sign if injury that's all,""Oh really?" He smirked, "Samantha, Samantha, Samantha… how thoughtful of you," he teased, his voice

What the hell was I doing? I wasn't usually like this, I wasn't pathetic. But I was gradually slipping into being pitiful and sticking up to someone and I didn't see anything wrong about it.Lucas was turning me into a sober lady, I wasn't a sober person. Maybe, civil to an extent but definitely not sober. "Use your seatbelt," Lucas said, clicking his seatbelt."Yeah sure," I said, and fumbled with the seatbelt, he smirked. I had made it obvious that I was nervous. He pulled the seatbelt and clicked it.He pressed the start button and started driving out of the mansion, "How'd it go?" I questioned, referring to the trip he had gone for. There was no response.I rolled my eyes, he was embarrassing me and he enjoyed every bit of it. "You didn't mention it, I even asked your Dad and–""Samantha cut me some slack," he said. Now, he was acting like a jerk, a cold jerk."Lucas, is there something I should know?" I questioned turning to face him, from the corner of my eyes I saw him staring

I slowly opened my eyes and shut it as fast as I opened it, I worked my way through my body and realized my shirt was gone. I was bare-chest and Why was I wrapped in a down comforter?I tried to get up but it was a struggle, my head hurt so much I cupped it between my hands. What was going on? I looked around and saw Samantha looking at me. She held a cup in her hands, I eyed me looking intently at my face. I wanted to do the same but my head felt like it was being hit by a tornado.We stared at each other for a while, none of us trying to break the silence. I didn't have anything to say to her because I was a jerk and she must really think lowly of me. I left her at the office without checking in to tell her and to top it up. I came home embarrassingly drunk.She didn't look angry, the look on her face was one of disappointment and frustration. I felt a little bad but I had no reason to explain anything to her. If I could just get out of the bed and walk away, but I can't so I looked

I woke up with a start. This room was different, exotic but with plain designs. It was smaller than the room I slept in every other day. I looked around confused for a while. Why was I? I tried to get my thoughts in track, starting from the episode with Lucas."Just great," I murmured, tossing aside the comforter from my body. I remembered leaving Lucas and coming to sleep in the guest room. I laid back on the bed and folded my hands in my belly while I stared at the ceiling. My thoughts drifted back to him, how was he doing? Was he more sober?I sat up straight. I shouldn't be thinking of that bleeping idiot that made me feel less of myself. I stayed laid back on the bed for a while, digesting everything that was happening one at a time. I had to change into fresh clothes and also take a shower. And my breath smelled of rotten croissants– I needed a wash.I rolled out of the bed. And ran my fingers through my hair, before tying it up in a bun. As much as I didn't want to, I had to go

A sudden chill ran through my veins, when I noticed Lucas standing by the door. He had a murderous look on his face as he peered from Andres and back to him. I stood up supporting myself with the arm of the couch.He walked up to us. "What's this supposed to mean? What's going on here?"' he asked, his voice laced with anger. Andres tugged at the button of his suit, he seemed calm. Of course, he was calm, Andres relished in having arguments that were uncalled for with his brother.Andres extended his hand for a handshake. "Good morning man…" he greeted, "I was just about to leave," he said, picking up his suit on the couch."You won't go anywhere if you don't answer my question," Lucas glared. His eyes were twitching and it was only a matter of time before he brought the door down with his voice.Andres mumbled, "What question?"Lucas arched his brows and cast a deluxe I-am-so-disappointed stare at me. I looked down. I was getting a hold of myself, I just wanted to gather my thoughts a