SAMANTHA’S POV

Lucas brought his glass to his mouth, "The good part,"

I nodded, not sure if it was a statement or a question. "Yes Mr. Lucas… the good part,"

He leaned into his chair and crossed his hands over his chest. His eyes pierced into mine and the ache between my thighs only intensified.

I'd give anything to have those pouted lips buried in my cunt.

"Pumpkin, with you everything is good," he raised a finger and this is for lack of better words.

I paused and looked at him intently, soaking up all his features. "Lucas…"

"Aha! Little Miss pumpkin called me by my name, with no formalities… how nice,"

I rolled my eyes playfully at him, "I think I'm attracted to you Lucas…" I sucked in a breath, "And it's okay if you don't feel the–"

"Pumpkin I would take a bullet for you and not bat an eyelid. This is not a promise,"

I widened my eyes, "What then is it?"

"The truth Samantha and I swear to God I'd rip out the vein of any bastard that comes any close to you," a smug smile spread across his lips, "Y