Chapter 8: Honeymoon Preparation (1)

Lucas’ POV

The Next Morning.

I woke up but couldn't open my eyes. I felt as if someone was gazing at me, it was an instinct.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw the lady I played with last night, ogling at me with a bright smile on her face.

'Nope, this isn't bright. That's a sly smile,’ my subconscious said and I opened my eyes fully.

She looked to be in a daze as she stroked my face. I cleared my throat and she was finally snapped out of whatever that she was thinking.

“Good morning, handsome. How was your night?” She greeted me, I stood up and sat on the bed.

My heart was throbbing badly, I didn't respond to her but searched for my phone.

“Are you looking for this?” I looked over to her side and saw my phone with her.

“And tell me the reason why you are with it?” I asked in a slightly raised voice, my voice sounded hoarse and husky.

Instead of feeling intimidated, she said with a blush crept on her cheeks.

“I didn't want you to be disturbed by phone calls, so I switched it off,” she