Seraphina’s POV
Seriously?
If you’ve got a private matter, then why the hell are you calling a woman to your room at night?
There I was, getting grilled for eting my so-called boyfriend, while he was busy being all cozy and casual with so woman in the middle of the night.
What if I hadn’t been here? What would he have done then?
"There," Lucien said, pointing at the small table near the corner. "That’s the file. Take it and scram."
His voice was no longer deep and seductive, but cold and dangerous.
The woman flinched like she wasn’t expecting that tone from him... and instantly did as she was told.
She picked up the file and walked out without another word.
I stared at the door for a second.
What the hell was that?
This man made zero sense.
One second, he’s whispering in my ear like we’re in so steamy drama, the next he’s kicking won out like they’re paperweights.
I turned to him, raising my brow.
"What do you want from ?" I asked, keeping my voice even. "Kindly let go back to my room. I have to study for my exams."
"Really?" Lucien narrowed his eyes, stepping a little closer. "I just sent that woman away... and now you’re saying you won’t keep company?"
I scoffed.
"You sent her away?" I folded my arms. "She was hugging you like you were her long-lost husband. Don’t act like you did a favor."
Lucien tilted his head as he narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to figure out if I was being serious or was getting jealous.
And hello... spoiler alert... I didn’t even know myself.
"I asked her to leave, didn’t I?" he said calmly, but I caught the flicker of irritation behind those perfect eyes. "She was here for work."
"Yeah, it must be really hard to work in that body-hugging dress and the perfu so strong that’d choke soone five rooms away," I muttered under my breath.
He heard it, as I could see the corner of his lips lift a little.
Lucien stepped closer again, and this ti, I didn’t move back. I stood my ground even though my knees were starting to feel weird.
"You’re the one who lied about having a boyfriend," he said, again in that low and weirdly deep tone. "I’m just returning the favor."
I bit the inside of my cheek. Was he playing ?
"I told you I have exams," I almost yelled, looking away from him.
"Oh? And where’s your book then?" he asked, looking around the room like he’d caught red-handed.
I clenched my fists.
"Are you seriously doing this right now?"
"You started it, baby girl."
There it was again, calling baby girl!
I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly got stuck. "Stop calling that. I’m not your—"
He stepped even closer. I could feel the heat from his body now.
"But you are," he murmured. "Whether you like it or not."
My breath hitched.
God, I should’ve walked away ten minutes ago.
I was still trying to control my beating heart, when he took my hand and took to the couch.
I was still trying to calm my racing heart when he took my hand and led to the couch. He didn’t pull hard, but the way he held told he wasn’t going let leave.
He sat down beside , but avoiding any physical touch.
"Now," he said as he looked straight at , "tell ... why are you really here?"
His voice was different this ti. There was no joke, no smug smile... It sounded dead serious and so was his face.
I looked away and stayed quiet. I didn’t want to answer and tell him anything.
He had already seen at my weakest and... I didn’t want to expose more of my weakness in front of him.
He waited for a mont, then sighed and pulled out his phone.
"Fine," he said, "if you won’t talk, I’ll just call Asher and ask him instead."
"No!"
I almost yelled unknowingly, and before I could think, I reached out and grabbed his hand that was holding the phone.
"Don’t call him," I said quickly. "It has nothing to do with him."
Lucien didn’t speak. He looked down at where my hand held his, then slowly t my eyes again.
For a second, neither of us said anything.
The room felt still. And I didn’t let go.
"If you like touching so much," Lucien said, opening that filthy mouth of his again, "I can let you touch other parts of my body too... but before that, maybe answer my question first?"
"You—!" I gasped, heat rushing straight to my face.
My body moved involuntarily. I pulled myself to the far corner of the couch, putting as much space between us as possible.
"Just ask whatever the hell you want to ask," I barked as I tried my best to avoid his eyes. "There’s no need to be so damn dramatic about it!"
My heart was beating like crazy again, and I hated how easily he flustered . One sentence from him and my brain short-circuited.
"Sure, I’m waiting," he said calmly, leaning back as if telling that he wasn’t in a hurry. "Why are you here?"
I took a breath, keeping my eyes low. "I needed peace of mind... and Brother Asher isn’t at ho either."
"Brother, hmm?" Lucien raised his brows, and a slow smirk stretched across his lips. "So? Did soone bully you badly to make you run away from ho and hide?"
"Nah," I replied quickly, shaking my head. "It’s just... Mrs. Lancaster. She’s at ho."
His smirk faltered for a second as if he wanted to ask sothing.
I looked away, suddenly feeling stupid for even ntioning her. My voice dropped a little. "And I didn’t want to be in the sa house as her."
"So... She was the one who bullied you?"
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