Chapter four

Lucian Rostova, green eyes,  dimples on his cheeks, six feet tall, drop-dead gorgeous, and extremely wealthy. Lucian was every woman’s dream, but he showed no interest in any until the moment he set his eyes on Amara.

Something about how she behaved intrigued him, so he spent the entire time watching her until he was interrupted by his friend. Seeing her extremely drunk and throwing up in his toilet made him wonder if it was another sign.

After Asher had left, Lucian walked over to the bathroom and held Amara’s hair away from her face as she puked her guts out.

“My head is spinning!” She groaned as Lucian helped her stand.

A crazy part of him felt angry at her for being so reckless. She could have fallen prey to any asshole in this state.

Amara wasn’t even aware of where she was or the fact that she was with a man when her body touched the mattress; her eyes shut down, and she fell asleep.

Lucian smiled at the beauty lying in his bed. To him, she had the most beautiful face and body he had ever laid eyes on.

He carefully took her shoes off and grabbed a soft blanket, and covered her. “Are these pajamas?” He asked in a shocked whisper shaking his head. 

“You’re one interesting mystery, princess.” He whispered in his deep voice and walked back to his work desk.

Lucian was the only son of Remmy Rostova. A tech legend who had built a powerful company that was focused on technology and drugs, which they were in charge of supplying to the entire Laxon city.

Remmy was about to retire and hand over the company to Lucian on the condition that he finds a wife before his thirtieth birthday. Lucian was reluctant until he set his eyes on Amara.

Something about her drew him close to her, and he didn’t want to leave her side ever again. As Amara twisted and turned, Lucian’s eyes traveled to the shiny diamond ring that was on her left finger, which made his heart sink.

‘She’s married?’ He asked in disappointment.

His disappointment turned into worry when Amara started crying in her sleep, gripping the blanket tightly. “Please, Brandon! I’m innocent. Believe me! I'm your wife how can you hit me?” She cried.

Lucian held her shoulders gently and called out to her, but he didn’t know her name, so he just used a pet name, “Princess, you’re safe. Please wake up.” He whispered as he fought the urge to grab her and pull her into a hug.

Amara whimpered until her eyes finally opened and she sat up, grabbing onto Lucian, “Who are you?! Why are you in my room?” She tightened her grip, but her hands were so soft that Lucian wanted to laugh.

“Take your pretty hands off me, love. That ring on your finger is making me uncomfortable.” He said in his deep, calm voice with a hint of an accent.

Amara looked at her finger and froze midway. ‘This isn’t my room!’ Panic started to creep into her chest as the realization of where she was hit her. 

Memories of how she got there flashed in her mind, and a look of horror replaced her confused face. She jumped from the bed, but her leg was hooked into the blanket, and she almost landed face flat on the floor if Lucian hadn’t held her. “Careful.” He said.

His voice sent a shiver down her spine as she jumped away from him like he had set her on fire,

Lucian smiled, his dimples showing as he stood from the bed to make her comfortable, “You had too much to drink and passed out.” He explained to help her understand the situation.

Amara was speechless as her heart pounded wildly against her chest while she stood to put her shoes back on. “Thank you!” She said as she sprinted for the door and ran away.

Amara rushed back into the club, but it was more crowded than before. She tried to look for her phone, but she couldn’t remember where she had left it. “Great! Well done, Amara!” She hissed at herself as she rushed outside.

The cold wind slapped her the moment she stepped out, and her jaw was almost on the floor when she realised that it was dark, which meant it was past 8 PM.

“Selene must be losing her mind!” Amara said to herself as she walked to the sidewalk and hugged herself to keep her body warm, not knowing how she would go back home when she had no phone or purse.

Just as she was looking around, A tinted black SUV parked right where she was standing and flashed its lights as the windows dropped, revealing the last person Amara wanted to run into. “Get in,” Lucian said.

“No, thank you,” Amara responded flatly.

“Are you sure? This is a dangerous neighborhood, and from what I can see, you have no phone or money, and I’m the only shot you’ve got.” He challenged.

Amara thought about it for a few minutes before she walked towards the car and joined him. ‘The man watched me sleep. If he’s a serial killer, then my time has come!’ She said.

Lucian leaned forward and brushed past her as he placed the seat belt over her, his scent hitting her nose like a drug she knew she’d get addicted to.

‘Is he just a gentleman or have I just been desperate for attention? I mean, look at him and look at me.' She thought as Lucian started the engine.

Amara's heart sank as fear gripped her. She had been pranked so many times by hot guys only to end up a laughing stock. She looked around for any sign of a camera or hot girls waiting to see the fun show. 

"Where is it?" She asked.

"Where is what?" Lucian responded. 

"The camera."

"What's your address?" Lucian asked instead. 

Seeing his jaw tighten, Amara didn't want to anger a man who could kill her right here and now. So she simply accepted her fate and gave him the address. 

She expected him to take her to an abandoned building where the others were waiting but was shocked when her house came into view. 

"You brought me home?" She asked, in disbelief. 

Lucian turned to face her, "Where did you think I was taking you?"

"I ahhh.." Amara stuttered not knowing what to say. 

As they reached outside the iron gates, Amara turned to face Lucian. “You can just drop me off here. Thank you for your help.”

Lucian ignored her and sounded the horn, making Amara almost jump out of her skin. She whipped her head toward him,

”What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m not leaving you outside the gate like your sneaky link. You had a crazy day. I’ll leave once I see you walk into your house.” Lucian said casually as the guards opened the iron gates and he drove in.

Amara’s heart was beating wildly against her chest as she started to panic, ‘How will I explain what I’m doing in such an expensive car alone with a man at this hour?’

“Relax, I don’t think your husband will kill you just because someone looked out for you.” He said.

“You don’t understand. Brandon misunderstands everything.” Amara half-whispered and regretted having opened her mouth about her marital issues.

‘This isn’t like me, what the hell is wrong with me?’ She wondered turning her head to thank Lucian when her heart stopped as she looked into his eyes.

She couldn’t see him clearly because it was slightly dark, but the bit of light was enough to show that he was God’s best creation. His next words pulled her back to reality,

“Does he hit you?”

“No.” Amara’s face turned a deep shade of pink as the memory from earlier flashed before her.

“Thank you once again.” She said as she quickly stepped out of the car to avoid embarrassing herself any further. The last thing she wanted was for the stranger to know her marriage was on the rocks.

As she stepped out, she rushed forward and opened the front door slowly praying silently for Brandon to be anywhere but the kitchen.

Closing the door behind her, the lights went on, and a very angry-looking Brandon was standing in front of her.

“Where the fuck have you been, and whose car did you just come with, Amara?”