…Lucas POV…
Endless agony.
That is what it feels like to be in my own presence.
It is the third day now that she has not been back at the club, and it is absolutely killing me still. I know I need to get my head together, but I simply do not want to do it.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?
This is a fucking mess. My perfect mess.
Yes, Lucas Lucero’s heart is broken.
I have to see her.
So it is with the utmost determination that I can keep it together that I make my way to her home. With somewhat trembling hands, I softly knock on the door, yet it is Savanah that opens.
“Hey, Lucas.”
“Hey Savanah, is she here?”
“She has not been out her room for three days now. Please talk to her.”
With that I slowly walk over to her closed bedroom door. With one deep breath, I struggle to find my voice, “Lexi, can I come in.”
There is no answer.
I remember that night I left.It is a memory that I play over in my head every day when the emotions come flooding back like a big tidal wave. It rolled over me like a storm and consumed every part of my being.I sat in the darkness of the room; I sat there questioning myself if I was about to make a big mistake. That night I was not sure if it was the right thing to leave Lucas the way that I had planned.I remember it as if it was just yesterday…I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking a moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted for having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you be
…Lucas POV…Tonight I am in the same place I find myself every night. A place between excitement and danger. Where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get to be here by playing safe or obeying the rules that society sets.Do I desire this lifestyle? Absolutely yes.So I sit and stare over the masses of people filling every corner of the room. This is such a cliché, a man like me sitting in such a familiar place as this. Well, here is where I thrive; here is where I rule. But my power goes beyond these doors, far into the city and beyond the state.Lucas Lucero shall be a name that you say softly over your lips, for if I catch you not respecting one syllable that flows from your mouth, you shall find yourself at the bottom where daylight does not flow.Tonight as with every other, I find myself surrounded by more women than I possi
…Lucas POV…Tortured bliss is what I felt as she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be Lucas Lucero's undoing.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for
…Lucas POV…Lexi, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mind. I have not seen the beauty that captivates my soul for what shall now be the third night in a row. The irises of my now bleeding eyes have scanned the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, have I scared the fragile delicate angel that she is away?This shall be one of the many things that Lucas Lucero is so known for, I cannot and have never been able to keep the same woman on my arm for much longer than a week at the most. It is not that I have never desired such a thing, I am simply not capable of commitment in any way or form. Now give me the power of the most feared man in this state and beyond, then I gladly show you my commitment beyond compare. Place a beauty on my arm and tell me to desire the one thing I do not know how to
…Lucas POV…As I stretch every inch of my perfect physique, there are long elegant fingers that start running down every crevice of my sculpted chest. Only but one thought comes to mind.Who the fuck did I bring home last night?With a very fearful heart, I catch a glance at the blonde lying next to me. She is young, a complete goddess in her own right, with curves so hot that you can melt butter on her skin. I can honestly say that I do not remember bringing her home, and what is even far more upsetting to this mind is did I live up to my reputation.So after finding the words that come trembling from my lips, I lean in closer and whisper in her ear, “How did you end up in my bed?”She is immediately taken aback, feeling somewhat, yet not truly, but insulted, “Can you not remember bringing me home?”“Well,” I hesitate for a brief few seconds as I start looking for a way out of this very awkw
They say that you can’t push back a wave.Well, I am standing on the beach about to be pummelled.If I had known that day that I was going to break, I would have chosen differently. I could have prevented it all together; I would have. Through everything, I did the best that I could to stay alive.It was lurking in the darkness, just waiting to strike and make itself known.It took my dreams and left my life in pieces.It was like a shadow that clung to me every day. A companion that I have had for years now.I fell so hard and so fast that I had to be hospitalized for a week.Type one, rapid cycling with moods congruent psychosis, which apparently is a devastating and severe form of Bipolar Disorder.They told me that I had a mixed episode, which is dangerous. It has a tremendously high suicide risk, higher than a major de
I watch him as he is busy getting dressed. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever seen and probably the only one that I will ever be with. Yes, I am saying this as I care, but there is no harm in admiring the view while you have it.Lucas Lucero is definitely a price that any woman would love to have. And for a brief moment in time, he was mine.Or was he?So it is with nothing but that fucking gorgeous smile on his face that he leans over and places his lips softly against mine, “I need to go, baby doll.”As I take his lips for mine to taste, I only softly whisper, “Will I see you later?”He fumbles a bit, looking for the right words, “I am going to be a bit busy tonight at the club, but I can come over afterward.”Well, now do I tell him that I will see him later whether he likes it or not, or do I keep
It only takes one tick of a second…That same adrenaline that I said will turn sour on me? Well, it has now turned into a fit of utter flaming rage as I watch the man that claims that he loves me with another woman on his lap.Now the question is… What do I do about it?So I look at Savanah next to me as she only drops her head, “Sav, what must I do? I feel like going over there and ripping is goddamn dick off and stick it where she probably had it a few hours ago.”“Lexi, I think we should just go home. You guys can talk this out later.”Well, that is not going to happen; I was merely asking for an opinion and not advice. So I move further into the crowd to make sure that I blend in.Savanah only but shakes her head as she heads off to the bar to get drinks. How I would love to toss that drink, in fact, I