Lucas’s POV
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I grimaced, shoving both hands into the pockets of my pants. I found him staring at a painting on the walls of my office with a smile creased on his face.
I tightened my fist, fighting back the urge to attack him from behind making sure to have him leave with a broken nose.
“Mr Salavatore!” He said, grinning the minute our eyes met.
“How long has it been?” Alexander added, picking up one of the aesthetic pieces on my desk as he ran a finger over the glassy design.
“What do you want?” I shot at him. Knowing he was here for no good reason other than him causing a scene.
“Won't you at least ask that I sit first and we could talk,” He said, with a smile creased on his face as he stared back at me.
“I’ve got other better things on the line
