…Lucas POV…As I stretch every inch of my perfect physique, there are long elegant fingers that start running down every crevice of my sculpted chest. Only but one thought comes to mind.Who the fuck did I bring home last night?With a very fearful heart, I catch a glance at the blonde lying next to me. She is young, a complete goddess in her own right, with curves so hot that you can melt butter on her skin. I can honestly say that I do not remember bringing her home, and what is even far more upsetting to this mind is did I live up to my reputation.So after finding the words that come trembling from my lips, I lean in closer and whisper in her ear, “How did you end up in my bed?”She is immediately taken aback, feeling somewhat, yet not truly, but insulted, “Can you not remember bringing me home?”“Well,” I hesitate for a brief few seconds as I start looking for a way out of this very awkw

I watch him as he is busy getting dressed. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever seen and probably the only one that I will ever be with. Yes, I am saying this as I care, but there is no harm in admiring the view while you have it.Lucas Lucero is definitely a price that any woman would love to have. And for a brief moment in time, he was mine.Or was he?So it is with nothing but that fucking gorgeous smile on his face that he leans over and places his lips softly against mine, “I need to go, baby doll.”As I take his lips for mine to taste, I only softly whisper, “Will I see you later?”He fumbles a bit, looking for the right words, “I am going to be a bit busy tonight at the club, but I can come over afterward.”Well, now do I tell him that I will see him later whether he likes it or not, or do I keep

As my entire world comes crashing down in one ball of fire, I make my way bursting through the crowds that seem to have only but grown in the past five minutes. It feels like I am suffocating; I am slowly choking on the very breath that is supposed to keep me alive.I am dying inside, and god, it fucking hurts.This time it hurts even more than the first.Why did I get close to Lucas again, I let my guard down for only one second, and he managed to drag me into those hazel eyes. He knows that they drive my knees to weakness. Did he set to do this from the start, or did he fall back in love with me too?Whichever way, I am drowning in a pool of my own tears that is making their way down cheeks that are still burning from the rage that took over my body only but moments ago. I have never lost it like that before, I don’t know what the fuck happened, but

By now, the hurt in his heart must be raging. As for the hurt in my heart, it is still burning out of control. I have not for one second let go of how angry I am at him. It has consumed every single fiber in me, and it still has not let go. I am growing closer and closer to the edge, and god, when I get there, I am going to crash and burn. My emotions are out of sync, and my mind is playing tricks on me. I have surrendered control over my demons the moment I set my foot in that club, and it still has a firm grip on me. If I don’t find myself between all the darkness soon, then I fear that I am going to be lost. And lost is what I feel. I will be very honest with myself; I am not as happy as I thought I would be when I finally bring Lucas Lucero down. My emotions are mixed. There are moments when I feel guilt and then

...Lucas POV...They say that the future is a blank sheet of paper, and we are the ones that draw the lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted.That is life, isn't it? A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best.Well, I am not a fucking poker player.But, ya…Life is also a collection of moments, some good and some bad; they ultimately form the puzzle of your life. There is someone who has stood in the same dark place, that the very same puzzle as you. It's okay not to be okay sometimes. Sometimes, it's normal, healthy, and necessary to feel defeated, so you know what it's like to rise another time.