chapter thirty

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Debby's pov

I plead quietly with Anna to take Lucas to a hospital as Andre walks out of the arena..with me hanging upside down on his shoulder.

He walks very fast and I can feel how tensed his body is...he stops walking and I hear him open a door.

He dumps me inside his car and enters after me.

"Drive!" He commands.

"W-here sir..."

"To my fucking penthouse!!" He growled.

I flinched back and I also imagine the poor driver flinching back.

I can hear his heavy breaths and his teeth grinding against each other...I involuntarily move away from him.

There's a tight silence..the silence is sending shivers down my spine.. unpleasant shivers.

Recalling what just happened...I think I'm responsible...I shouldn't have lied to Andre and come to this fashion cup.

But it's not my fault that Lucas kissed me...I mean, I was shocked too at his action....had I have the power to read minds, I'd have stopped him from making that mistake.

Had I known Andre would be on the show, I wouldn't have come..