Novel & Cerita Lucy Barton Series

Sarah added the last part jokingly. " I'll inform him about what you just said" said Lucy. " Who cares? I'm not scared of him" " Just go for your lectures already you lazy ass" Lucy almost pushed her out of the room. Sarah laughed " Anyways bye" Lucy locked the door and went straight to the bathroom to have her bath since she was expecting a visitor, Jack. Then minutes later she came out and quickly rubbed her body with her nice scenting butter cream. She put on a three quarter trouser and a round neck top. She brushed her hair and was about to enter the kitchen when a knock was heard.

“Lucy, this isn’t—You can’t just—She’s not just some girl from my past, she—” “So what?” Lucy cut in, spinning on her heel to face me. “She’s the woman who’s been stalking your life like she owns a part of it, pretending to be your friend and stealing your man behind your back, I certainly could not beat up Bryan but I can most definitely beat up his wife. She needs to hear you to back off. And if she can’t listen, she’ll deal with me.”

Lucy insisted. Clinton hesitated. “Okay. Goodnight, ma’am. I will see you when you return.” He relented. “Okay. Now go.” Lucy waved at him and walked away. Once inside, Lucy picked what she needed. As she came back outdide, Clinton was gone. “Finally.” She exhaled. “Now I can just go home and rest for the next seven days.” Lucy smiled to herself. She stood and looked at her firm. It was her hard work and sweat that was the foundation of the building.

I forgot I hadn't put any pants on and when I rounded the corner into the main area, I spotted who the voices were coming from. Lucy stood just inside the doorway wearing the smallest bathrobe ever. It was white and so sheer it was nearly non-existent. It was cinched around her slim waist but bulged dramatically around her ample chest, and only hinted at completely covering her taut ass. My eyes drank in her form and I was reminded once more how long her legs were.

Not knowing what else to do, I know the only thing that I have to do is to sit tight and wait for Lucy to wake up since my men are yet to find Seth and Vivian and Ashley have stubbornly refused to stay back. Lucy woke up the next morning much better than she was yesterday. Although she refused to talk to me about the letter no matter how many times that I begged her for an answer. She refused to stay back home that night insisting that she must go to work which I allowed her to with Baron watching guard over her.

The only other time I'd felt like this was when Antonio left with my mother and I had to hunt him down to get her back. Lucy stood up and placed herself in front of me, waving a hand in my face. "Hello, earth to the Italian. I just survived a bomb explosion and feel as lively as ever and you're not going to say anything?" A cute frown settled on her face. "That's bloody rude if you ask me." "Your phone?" I asked darkly, still recovering though I didn't show it. "You're angry about that? I sort of lost it when the bomb went off and when I did manage to locate it, it was destroyed so..." Lucy shrugged, not at all apologetic. "I gave it to Peyton to take care of things."

Lucy said with a trembling hoarse voice, "Wyatt, can't you see the state I'm in?" She raised her arm, covered in red patches. It was a terrifying sight to behold. Wyatt was silent for a moment before saying, "Eva hasn't rested for an entire day! The bracelet must be done tonight!" "What if I say no?" Lucy's eyes reddened, yet she had no more tears to cry. "Are you going to lock me up in the cellar again, letting those insects bite me to death?"

The rain continued to beat against the glass pane of the bedroom window, the apartment was completely still. Lucy stood up from the edge of the bed. Her ivory dress was still damp at the hem, clinging coldly to her skin. She looked down at her hands, then turned to face Jonathan, who was standing near the door. He was watching her quietly as if he feared she might break if he moved too fast.