Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
Next to Lucas, I’m going to look like a total joke.
When Lucas walks back in, I cross my arms and glare. “Ever heard of knocking?”
His eyes trail over me, and then he shakes his head. “Nope. Absolutely not.”
“What?” I snap. “Yes, I know I’m not some billionaire heiress—”
“You’re not coming with me looking like this,” he cuts me off, like the asshole he is. “You’re Lucas Russo’s girlfriend, for goddess’ sake. Now, let’s go.”
I roll my eyes and follow him out of his suite, only to find my friends waiting right outside the door.