Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

They kept lifting, slowly, carefully, watching him across the room. Lucas stood in front of the full-length mirror, fixing his shirt for the third time. He had changed outfits twice already. His sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows, showing off his expensive wristwatch. His beard was freshly lined. His best cologne filled the room, strong and sweet, like a man going to conquer something. He was humming to himself. Becky’s eyes narrowed just a little. He looked too excited; something was off about him this morning. “What’s the special occasion?”

I looked up expecting to see a customer and froze on the spot. Lucas stood in the doorway looking disheveled and angry. His hair was messy like he hadn't remembered to drag a comb through it and his eyes were red and had dark circles underneath. He wore a shirt that was wrinkled as if he slept in it. "We need to talk," he said. "Get out." I set the tray down with shaking hands. "You're not welcome here." "I'm not leaving until you tell me who you're seeing." Lucas walked further into the bakery and I backed up until I hit the counter. "Jennifer said she saw you with some rich guy. Who is he?"

“I’ll make sure to treat it with respect.” Curious, I inspected the hoodie as I went to the bathroom to put it on. It had a symbol of a shield and sword in the center, with the initials ‘LRA’ stitched in red underneath. I pulled the oversized hoodie over my head. It was way too big, but it felt nice, and it still smelled a bit like Nate. He always smelled good. When I walked out again, Nate was already sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap. “And?” I called out, spreading my arms. “How do I look?”

Like he promised the next day Luca wore the hoodie I got for him and he paired it with his new pair of shoes, I could see the necklace peeking out from his hoodie. I'm putting on a green band t-shirt with a short black skirt which has a slit on the side, followed by my good ol' vans, with the anklet on my left ankle and the locket still around my neck.

“No. I don’t want you traversing the city on your own this late, and I can’t leave him here to drive you. You can stay.” My eyebrows shot up, but before I could answer, Lucas reappeared. He was dressed in his dinosaur pajamas, clutching a blanket in one arm and a stuffed shark in the other. “I’m ready!” “Alright, let’s get comfy,” I said, looking down at my own outfit, which was definitely not made for lounging around for a movie marathon—a pair of work pants and a crisp white button-down, both of which had gotten a little sweaty from running around earlier.

Still not looking, very softly. “The little hyena?” the baker asked. “You mean... Tiberius’ son?", unable to hide his shock. Lucius nodded once. "Sleeping." A beat. His breath catching. Then Lucius added, "With the red froth." The baker exhaled slowly. Wiped his hands with a cloth and turned toward the back. "Alea.” A young girl—barely a teen—peeked out from behind a flour sack. "Take the red wax to Marcus’s mother," he pointed at the drawer near a small door.

This place was mine—by blood, by sweat, by name. Lucas stood just outside the entrance, wearing dark shades that shielded his eyes from the scorching sun, with a tablet in his hand. When he spotted me, a slow grin crept across his face. “Well damn,” he said, pocketing the tablet. “Remind me to raise your wardrobe budget.” I smirked. “I don’t need a budget to look this good.” “You’re right. But that outfit?” He gave an approving nod as we walked side by side toward the lobby doors. “Lemon jacket, slit skirt, red heels… How the hell did Christian ever keep his hands off you?”

Lucian adjusted the cap lower over his eyes as he pulled the delivery bag tighter against his back. He pulled up to the side of the street, just a block away from Krystie’s apartment. Slipping off his helmet, he reached into the delivery bag, pulling out a plain pizza box. The box was just a prop. Lucian dismounted the bike, his boots making barely a sound against the pavement. He took a steadying breath before approaching the apartment complex’s back entrance.

Later that night, there was a knock on my door and I could already guess who it was. “You can't stay in there forever, you have to eat something” I laid in the huge bed, staring at the ceiling, completely numb. I heard the sound of keys jingling. The door opened with a click. Lukas was carrying a tray of food “What do you want?” I asked dryly without looking at him. He dropped the tray on the bedside table. “I have urgent business to attend to at the pack. I won't be back until tomorrow” He waited for my response but received none.

She scanned the wide terrace and caught a glimpse of them near the palm-lined path to the pool — Eloise’s yellow sundress fluttering as Max carried Kyle on his shoulders, both of them laughing. Aurelia’s heart softened at the sight — and that’s when she felt a warm hand slide into hers. Lucas. He stood close behind her, his tall frame radiating quiet confidence. Dressed casually in a white shirt, open at the collar, and tailored beige shorts, he still managed to look disarmingly powerful. His dark hair ruffled slightly in the sea breeze, and when he leaned closer, the faint scent of his cologne — sandalwood and salt — enveloped her.