Chapter 32

The morning was gloomy. The skies were clear and the cold breeze set the temperatures lower than normal. Lucas was awake a few minutes before Charlotte was driven out of the compound, swearing never to drink that much again.

He groaned loudly on his bed, sprawled between his sheets, unable to move his legs. He fidgeted his arms on the bed, frantically searching for his mobile phone. A loud buzz alarmed him to his phone which vibrated on his bedside rug, waiting to be found.

The light emanating from his phone greatly harmed his eyes, almost causing him to throw it away. He glanced at the caller to see Mark’s name displayed on the screen. He picked it up after a few more rings, cursing his choice to drink more than he could handle last night.

He had not been depressed as depression was the only thing that warranted that sort of murderous downing of whiskey – he was in fact relieved after opening up to Charlotte on how he felt about her. If not for the drama with Vivian before retiring