Luka’s POV.
The girls hassled into the room and I could feel their eyes traveling around me and going back to face their duty. Totally ignoring them, I didn’t want to turn to look at them and give them the liberty of seeing my face at its worst.
From where I stood I could perceive the aroma of the meals unpacked and arranged in my huge dining room. I growled slowly, my appetite seeking for more food. I gazed towards the shoes and the beautiful wall collection around the wardrobe until I heard them squirting out of the room.
I walked to the mirror and grabbed my hair supplies. Generously applying the hair lotion to my black king hair, I combed and brushed it allowing it to fall by the sides of my face.
Usually I'm more comfortable with packing my hair all back, but today I would allo
