Tyler's POV;For a moment, I thought Lucy was asking me to sleep with her, how stupid I was to think like that and I smiled at myself. As I laid on the couch in her room, I saw her sleeping on the bed. I thought she was embarrassed of me when she asked me to turn off the lights. But she asked because she wanted to hide her scars from me. Even though the lights were turned off, i could see her scar on her skin because of the moonlight. I saw a scar above her chest and one on her waist. Is there more? How did she get those scars? I remember Lucy telling me that her father beat her up often. Is it because of his father? What kind of father is he? Must be an idiot to beat his own daughter in a cruel way. Wait, is this the reason why she hates the touch of other people? I couldn't ask her anything since she looked nervous about it. Moreover, i don't want to make her remember her past. When Lucy turned, her blanket fell on the floor."Lucy?" I got up from the couch and walked to her. She w

Lucy's POV;The first day I met Tyler at my club, he was sitting in a corner by himself, nursing his drink, as if it were the only thing keeping him alive right now. He was looking down at his drink, so absorbed in whatever thoughts had driven him here that he hadn't heard me approach and greet him. I stood behind him for a moment, waiting to see what would happen next. But after an awkward silence, I asked, "Sir, liqueur?" and he finally looked up at me with wide eyes and a startled look on his face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hair was mussed, but he still managed to be one of the most beautiful people I'd ever seen, even in the dim light. As soon as I said this though, his expression changed into something more guarded, wary even. He gave me a brief nod, and then turned away from me, his gaze focused on something over my shoulder. He wasn't looking in my direction anymore, he was staring off into space, lost in his thoughts. So much for trying to make conversation.After a

Lucy's pov;At Tyler's house, While I was packing the clothes in my room, Tyler walked in asking, "Have you tried the gown again we bought yesterday…" he paused for a moment and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you packing all your dresses?""I'm leaving.""To where? Are you going on any trip?""I'm leaving this house once and for all.""Why? What happened?" I stopped packing and asked him, "Aren't you the one who said to terminate the contract?" "When did i?" "Last night when you're drunk."He rubbed his forehead and sat on the bed as he was saying, "It was just a drunk talk. Why are you taking it seriously?" He took out my clothes from the bag while saying, "Don't mind me when I'm drunk.""Don't you remember what happened last night?""I get my memories mixed up when I'm drunk. Don't worry about it. And, why are you packing your dresses without talking about it with me first?" He paused for a while and looked at me with a stare asking, "Last night, did I do something to you?"

Lucy's POV;"Mr Ackerman... Mr Ackerman, wake up... Tyler, wake up… Tyler…" I woke up Tyler with a soft voice. He looked at me in confusion for a second asking, "What are you doing here..." I closed his mouth before he could say anything. "Shhh... just get up." he sat up and rubbed the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes. When I took my hands off his mouth, he said, "Lucy, what..." I whispered, "Keep it low, ok?" He asked, "What happened? why are you whispering..."When I heard footsteps approaching us, I grabbed his hand and we ran into the wardrobe. I shut the door behind me as quietly as possible but not quiet enough to prevent the footsteps from entering the room. Tyler asked, "What is going on here?" i closed his mouth and whispered, "Shhh!! Someone's gonna hear us!"The door opened and a guy walked in , probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He looked around the room with an angry look on his face. "The bedroom's clear." he walked out after shutting the door behind

Lucy's POV;Tyler tapped on my shoulder which made me turn and look at him. He asked, "What are you doing here?" I realised that I was in the kitchen and answered him, "Making lunch." And continued washing the vegetables. "You just got your cast removed. Don't strain it by cooking. Leave it to me, I'll take care of it.""It's been four days already. My hand doesn't hurt anymore."He removed the apron while saying, "We got a Christmas dinner to attend this weekend so don't get yourself in trouble by cooking." He held my shoulders and made me walk to the living room, made me sit on the couch and said, "If you feel bored, watch television. The lunch will be ready in a while." And walked back into the kitchen. I shouted while being in the living room, "Can I atleast chop vegetables for you?" "No need. Thank you for asking babe." He shouted back. "Don't you have to go to the company? Why are you still here even after removal of the cast? Aren't you worried about your company anymore?"