Lucas
As I left the house, frustration consumed me. How could this have happened? It was all a mess. Arriving in the parking lot, the guards opened the car door for me. I entered the car and stepped on the gas. Pulling out of the parking lot, I slammed my hand against the steering wheel in frustration.
"Damn it!" I yelled.
I attempted to release my anger by repeatedly hitting the steering wheel, but the turmoil within me persisted. The anger seemed unshakable. I decided to head straight to the nightclub to let off steam by beating someone.
Only then would I find some relief. Ethan was right. Victoria was falling for me, misinterpreting my words.
Earlier that day, she had demanded an explanation from me, triggering intense frustration. How dare she demand an explanation from me? Was it
