Cily
The second I stepped out of Lucas Ross’s office, I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was hiding. The hot summer breeze made the tank top I wore stick to me like glue. my palms were slick with sweat as I wiped them down on my pants.
I should not have agreed to this, and even though I felt manipulated, I knew I was backed against a wall, and I needed help. Even if the help was unconventional.
If I wanted to be honest with myself, I didn't know what I was doing. Between trying to gain my independence from my father and fighting the way I felt about Lucas, I was barely winging it. I was already too deep,way too deep to go back.
I made my way down the sleek marble hallway, my heels making clink clink noises against the floor that seemed to bounce off the wall. I replayed the c
