Arya’s bulged in horror as she saw Lucas standing in front of her, with his two tall blondes locked in his arms.
Lucas’s gaze was stuck meticulously on Arya’s waist where Miguel’s arm was wrapped.
Arya gulped her horror down, trying to keep a poker face and preventing herself from falling on her knees for Lucas. She had seen him playing with the other two girls and it had already crushed her heart. She couldn’t let him play with her again.
Her heart was beating erratically and her mind playing the zig zag puzzle with her, making it difficult for her to get herself out of the situation. She couldn’t understand why Lucas was doing what he was doing.
The answer to her query lied in what Lucas would say or do. Because his entire existence in front of them in first place wasn’t meant to b
