Thirty- Two. "Where the hell are you coming from, Lucas? " Mom's question stopped me abruptly. I wasn't expecting her or anyone to see me. I stood still not knowing what to reply to her with, I mean c'mon I can't bring myself to tell her that I went out to fuck some bitches. I decided to ignore her question and walk past her but that I knew would be very impossible. "I am talking to you, Lucas. I ain't talking to a ghost. Where the hell are you coming from? " she asked loudly this time, as she walked out of the dining area into the light to where I was standing. "I went out with Nick, " I replied nonchalantly. "Yeah. You went out with Nick to a club, " she said and I raised my brows in defense. She cut me shut before I could speak. "Shush! You reek of alcohol and scents of different ladies. That's how I knew you went to a club, baby. " I sniffed myself as she spoke and truly, I reeked of alcohol. "You have a wife, a pregnant wife and yet you keep flir
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