Lucas’s pov.
“Look, I can explain,” I pleaded.
“Explain what,” Brielle yelled. “Explain what is as clear as the wind.”
“Now, tell me…how long has this been going on?” She said in a condescending tone.
“Ehmm….,” I croaked.
“Answer me,” she squeezed her eyebrows together.
“Longer than you think,” I tried to be honest.
Brielle fused with anger like more wood added to a fire.
“And…you,” she rushed in an attempt to slap Emery.
“No…,” I held her hand to stop her. Brielle looked at me with a death stare.
“I’m the one at fault; not her. Don’t direct your anger at her,” I speculated.
“Mmmmhh…,” she scoffed as she forcefully removes her hand from my grip. Visible tension lined her jaw and shoulders.
She glared at me and Emery at intervals for some seconds before she turned to
