…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 f**k 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 br
