“SHE CAN’T WIN, LUCAS! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” Studying the imbecile that stood before me, I felt like pulling my hair out.
“What else was I supposed to do, Jessica?” Lucas threw his hands up in the air, his body shaking with anger. “I thought I was helping the situation?”
“By slashing through the house? Ruining the furniture? AND scattering all of the files on the floor?” I pressed a thumb into the soft spot of my forehead. “Could you be any more of an i***t?”
“It wasn’t all I did…” he muttered, practically sucking on his thumb.
Tensing, I was scared to ask. “What else did you manage to do, Lucas?”
He teetered on answering me. Bouncing back from foot to foot, he bit his lip as he scratched the outer layer of his white pants. “I may or may not have…” He exhaled, sending me i
