It was about eight p.m. when Lucas returned to his mansion, bringing along with him the last of Kimberly's possession in her former apartment.
"Where is she?" he asked Whitney who was just coming from the kitchen with a ceramic mug in her hands.
There was coffee in it, and it was steamy hot.
"In your bedroom, Lucas, and Eva is with her," the young lady said.
"I will take care of this, you can take the rest of her boxes to the adjoining bedroom upstairs," he ordered, but politely.
"Alright," Whitney said handing him the mug.
Lucas took the stairs two at a time, still managing not to flip the content of the cup on the tiled floor, it wasn't really a success, but he was neat in a maneuvering such things.
He wanted all of a sudden to be with Kimberly in his bed room, he wants to ho
