Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law
Taking a deep breath, I packed my bag, making a point to pull my hair forward over my shoulders in an attempt to cover my hickeys, and headed down.
Stepping out of the revolving doors, I immediately spotted the sleek, black car idling at the curb. The back window was down, and I saw Lucas. He was wearing a soft, fluffy blue shirt that made him look boyish and kind, paired with sharp black trousers. A pair of dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but he offered me a small smile as I approached.
“Hi, Lucas,” I said, my voice coming out a little too bright, my own smile feeling tight on my face.