Anger

"Aren't you okay with your girlfriend? So staring at someone's boyfriend is a bad habit," he continued, hanging up his damp towel. Momentarily breaking away from his gaze, he asked, "How was it? Did you succeed in speaking with the manager?" Lucas chuckled and made his way to the freezer, answering her question on the way.

"I dropped the idea; if I ask him to sack her, what will she do? You know she will refuse to take any job coming from me; I don't want to add to her pain." Pausing briefly to take a deep breath, he continued, "I will rather make sure she's not alone instead of letting her blame herself for losing her job, even though I am not pleased with her working at the club, but I still think I should stay out of that for now.

We need to sort things out first." Finished with his monologue, he chugged down the remaining juice in his hand before his throat called out for more. Heading back towards the freezer, he grabbed two bottles this time, his mind already focused on the ne