I was dragged into another room by Lucas when I was walking up to our room to change.
"Hey, I don't know if I can make it at tonight's dinner. Please cover up for me. I have a date." He said.
My brows met and yanked my arm back. "What did you said?"
Lucas rolls his eyes. "I have a date that's why I can't make it tonight. Maybe Rory ask for me. It's all up to you to cover me if he asks where I am."
"What date?" I ask in distaste.
"Date, Levy. Come on. Do I have to explain? I'm going out with a woman." Oh yes, a woman. Great.
"You can't do that! You can't date anyone!" Now it's Lucas's turn to be confused.
"Why can't I? We're not real married for you to say that I can't go out with another person."
Yes, right. I don't have the rights to stop him. And I don't have the rights, too, to
