Chapter 73: Sore.

Catherine's POV.

"Can you walk or should I carry you?" Lucas asked as he opened the car door for me,

I gave him a weak stare and sighed, of course, I want him to pick me up and take me in but that would rouse suspicion, my legs are fucking weak and I'm so sore down there,

"Don't think too much darling, no one here would dare me, just feel free and let me carry you. You must be sore right?" He asked with a smirk playing on his face and I just scoffed,

"I'm not, I'm fine and I can fucking walk, thank you," I said with a sneer, trying to sound brave despite how shitty I was feeling, my whole body is throbbing in pain, and I need a good shower to set me right a little,

"Feisty one, sometimes, just accept the fact that you're feeble and let me help you. I am always glad to help you. I put you in that condition, now let me soothe you." He said calmly and I almost gave in but I only stuck out my tongue at him, moved out a bit, and tried to stand up,

With a smile playing on his face, he