Lucy's POV I frowned, glaring at him, then he stopped. His lips twitching as he held back from laughing. “That's it,” I groaned, standing up and heading right for the door. He could laugh all he wanted. But then, I gasped, turning around fast as he pulled me into his arms. His breath kissed my neck as he lowered his face to my ears. “I love you too.”His voice went low, clinging to my skin. I felt my heer hammering in my chest and I knew I had to get away from him or I'll lose my mind. I tried to move again but this time his hands held me tighter. I couldn’t say it back. It wasn't because I didn't feel it. I didn't want to get too attached and lose it all. Our contract would be done in seven months and we would go our separate ways. I tried to slip away, turning my face to the side. “Don’t,” I whispered.He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Don’t what?”“I can’t… I just—” I shook my head, trying to breathe. He stepped closer, gently cornering me. His hands slid to my wais
Lucy's POV I shuddered, not from his touch but from her voice. She sounded like she would tear me to pieces. Shane's hand froze, but didn't move away. I turned to look behind, staring at Meredith's angry face. Her angry face was scary enough, but when I tried to stand, Shane's hand pressed harder, forcing me to remain put. I turned my gaze to him watching him give her the blank cold glare. Meredith feet moved fast, coming over to us. Her eyes danced around Shane's face and mine, stopping at his hands. I felt my cheeks heat up as she stared at his hands on my thigh. “Who gave you the same right to have my things thrown out of my room?” She asked, her voice threatening to go higher any second. Shane remained calm and slowly raised his gaze to meet hers. “Your room?” He asked. “Are you deaf?” She asked, her voice thundering. Shane ignored her and looked at me. “You should rest,” he said. Meredith began ranting. “I would if you got the hell out. What are you doing back here? Didn
Lucy’s POVI had no idea why Shane wanted us to return to the mansion but I knew it wasn't a good one. I loved the penthouse. It was nice and free with no worries. “Lucy, I'll protect you. I promise. You just have to trust me,” he said, holding my hands.I agreed, exhaling then packed my bags. But I wasn't expecting the surprise. Dwayne was holding his travel bag, all dressed in black silk. He looked like he was going for a business meeting only missing his jacket. “What are you doing here?” Dwayne asked. Shane looked down at me and held my hand tighter then pulled our travel bags, going to the stairs. The maid looked on, no one saying anything. The guards exchanged looks also staying quiet. I felt a bit dizzy pretending I wasn't even there until I caught a figure at the top of the stairs. What was she doing here? She stood looking speechless holding the railings as she saw us climb the stairs. Her gaze froze on me for a second then moved to look at Shane. I started to feel unc
Dwayne’s POV “Don't bother,” I muttered, sipping my drink. “Why not? Look at what he did to you,” she complained. “Mom, I know. I saw myself earlier. Don't act yet.”She froze, examining me with her eyes. “Have you gone soft, Dwayne?”I dropped the whiskey, then raised my gaze to her. For a second, I saw a flash of Shane smiling at me from when we were kids. Our laughs and giggles as we played, chasing each other. But it was useless to me now. I blinked and the memory disappeared. “How's your husband?” I asked, my voice went dead flat. “He's been handled,” she said, smiling wickedly. I raised a brow. What did she mean by ‘handled’? “What did you do?” I asked. “He'll be dead by the end of the week. I paid someone to take him off. Who knew having doctors around would be a plus?” She said proudly. “He's not going to wake up. Why not leave him as a vegetable?” I asked, masking my feelings of not supporting her. “Nah, him breathing gives Shane enough time to keep ruing our plans
Dwayne’s POV “Ugh,” I groaned, pressing the tissue into my bleeding nostril. Shane has always known how to throw a punch, but it was worth it because he was going to have bad publicity the next day. I had carefully installed reporters at the restaurant before I arrived and all I needed to do was rest. He had broken my nose. My secretary had called my doctor and booked an appointment so I could get it fixed. “Ah, shit,” I breathed as I thought of the possibilities of having a swollen face after the red construction surgery.Maybe, I should have taken another plan. But I doubted anyone would have been able to piss him off as much as I did. “That bloody bastard. I'm going to break his jaw next time I see him.”“And how are you going to do that?” Xandra said, taking me by surprise. I had forgotten she was with me. I ignored her and continued holding my nose waiting for the pain to die down. “All that talking big and threatening me just makes me see you as weak,” she continued. “I
Shane's POV “CHAMPIONS!" “MVP!” My team and supporters screamed as I lifted the trophy. The confetti poured from the ceiling, sticking to the sweat on my body. The captain leaped over to us, and carried the trophy as we all cheered. Then, I saw him, standing at the other side, with his teammates in the background looking gloomy..some slapped him on the back while the others looked at us, and shook their heads. He was angry, his face showed it. His fists clenched and his face turned red. Our eyes met and I smirked. He could be a sore loser all he wanted. I looked away from him, and joined my team in celebrating. I didn't abandon him. He did it to me and challenged me to get better. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him take his jersey and throw it to the floor before leaving he court. I got tired of taking pictures and disappeared to the men's restroom the second I saw the chance. There was no way I was sacrificing my balls for some pictures that wouldn't make it to my alb