Chapter 2

My eyes widened.

“No, sir.”

“I think you did.”

I lowered my gaze.

“I'm sorry.”

He shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips.

“You haven't changed at all, Mirabella.”

His brows drew together, but he chose to let it go.

He opened the car door, and I quickly followed him inside the house.

He handed his keys to a young man who immediately went ahead to park the Ferrari properly.

I watched Lucian unlock the front door with his thumbprint before pushing it open.

The living room was almost completely dark, except for a small lamp glowing in the corner.

“Come with me,” he said in his deep baritone.

I clamped my legs together as my pussy throbbed.

"Get hold of yourself, Mira" I whispered, biting my lower lips, holding in the urge.

He paused and turned to me.

"What?" he asked, his brows drawn closely.

"No, nothing" I said almost in a moan.

He glanced through and continued walking up the stairs and I followed

I followed him upstairs.

“This is your room. Take a warm bath, and when you're done, come downstairs for dinner.”

He switched on the light, illuminating the spacious bedroom.

I watched his eyes run down to my perky boobs popping out of my white shirt that had become see-through because of the wetness from the rain, making my hard nipples too visible.

I watched a kind of emotion cross his sea-blue eyes for something made him take his eyes off, and he glanced through awkwardly again.

“I'll make you some tea,” he said.

Before I could respond, he turned and walked out.

I sighed.

This was already becoming one of the strangest evenings of my life.

I picked up my phone and tried calling Jake again.

Straight to voicemail.

I frowned at the screen.

He had barely answered any of my calls since leaving campus.

What was going on with him?

After taking a warm shower, I changed into a towel and stared at my drenched clothes lying on the floor.

There was no way I could put them back on.

What was I supposed to wear?

A knock sounded at the door.

“Here is your tea.”

I looked up.

Lucian stood by the doorway, holding a tray.

His expression changed when he noticed I hadn't changed yet.

"And why haven't you changed into your clothes yet?" he questioned, staring at me, who was clad in a towel that barely covered my thighs.

“They're completely drenched,” I explained, clutching the towel more securely. “I don't have anything else to wear.”

He gestured toward the closet.

“Check there. You should find something suitable.”

Then he looked away.

“Drink your tea and join me at the table when you're ready.”

He turned to leave.

I watched him for a moment.

Something about his behaviour was strange.

He could barely look at me.

Before I could think much about it—

Buzz!

My phone vibrated.

I turned toward the bedside table.

Jake.

Finally.

I grabbed the phone and answered immediately.

“Hey. I saw your missed calls,” he said bluntly.

“Why are you sounding so cold?”

There was a pause.

“I wanted to know why you hung up on me” I continued. “What is wrong with you lately?”

My voice rose before I could stop myself.

I glanced toward the doorway.

I really didn't want Lucian overhearing this conversation.

Jake began arguing back, his voice growing louder.

“Look, Mira. I'm sorry, I was busy"

"Hey babe, where did you keep my sweater?"

I heard a female voice in the background

I froze

“What?”

“Bye Mira.”

My heart dropped.

Jake was cheating on me.