one day before
Lucas exhaled in annoyance when he saw the pile of documents on his desk. His eyes were getting tired from carrying dozens of documents in one day to review Spain's political strategy after the death of his father, King Hernandez.
Damn it. His head began to throb with pain because he had been trapped in his study from morning till night. He was tired—he needed something to relax him. Therefore, he reached for his cellphone and looked for a female contact that he rarely contacted recently.
"Where are you, Esme?" Lucas closed his eyes for a moment when he heard the thumping sound of nightclub music. Even without asking, Lucas knows where Esmeralda—his girlfriend is.
They haven't spoken for almost a month. Their last meeting was when Lucas confirmed her position on the nigh
