Chapter 2

"What are you doing here, Lucas?" She disappointedly asked, slurring her words while struggling to keep her eyes open.

He was the last person she expected and wanted to see. He was supposed to be Jeremy, but it seemed that was just her drunk illusion.

Nevertheless, she did not need his lecture, especially when she only wanted to be alone, remembering what her boyfriend just did.

That damn prick!

She should stop thinking of her boyfriend, more like her ex now. But she could not wipe the image of him with another woman in his arm. Suddenly, she just wanted to break down and cry.

But NO!

She promised never to shed any tears for that jerk. Her cheating boyfriend did not deserve to see her miserable.

"The best way to get even with him is to teach him a lesson he would never forget." Lindsey's words echoed in her ears.

"The best revenge is to give him a taste of his own medicine." Violet seconded their other friend as they shared their thoughts on how to heal her broken heart.

However, she had no idea how to do that. She barely had a boyfriend, let alone make him jealous. She would not know how to make her move and seduce a man.

She was not the daring type, unlike her friend, Violet, who had a series of men under her belt.

"Tristan asked me to pick you up," Lucas answered her, seemingly irritated, as he settled her in the passenger seat of his expensive, luxurious car.

Of course, the other Preston brother did. Tristan could not be here, so he had to ask his older brother to act as her chaperone.

"Well! You do not need to come to my rescue if you are busy. It is not as if I am still a child." She hated when Lucas acted high and almighty, crossing her arms in protest.

"Then, stop acting like a child." He countered before closing her door and moving around the vehicle to get on the driver's side.

She knew he only came because his father would be furious if something horrific happened to her. Then, he would not hear the end of it.

"Stop acting like a jerk." She annoyingly retorted, hating how this man could push her buttons.

Frankly, they never saw things eye to eye. They always found themselves on the opposite end of the rope, pulling hard until someone won in the game of tug of war.

"Don't ever attempt to throw up in my car, or I will leave you in the street." He ignored her words, threatening her instead as he helped her with her seatbelt.

As usual, he saw her as her annoying younger sister who could not handle caring for herself. Truthfully, it was getting tiresome.

She was a grown woman who was capable of thinking for herself. She did not need this man's help. She could go home on her own, just like her other friends.

"You know what?" She had enough of him. "From now on, you don't have to bother with my childishness." And his arrogance. "You can go fuck yourself."

But her quick getaway failed as she struggled to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Damn! What is wrong with this thing?" She fumbled on the mechanism.

"Would you stop that?" He grabbed her hand. "Just stop being difficult." Then, his face was all over hers until all she could see were his enigmatic brown eyes, with speckles of blue around the edges.

Come to think of it, he was not bad to look at. He was handsome in his mysterious, charming way. After all, he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.

However, his attitude was a work in progress. Unlike his friends, he was arrogant and self-absorbed, thinking he was better than everyone else.

"Me? Difficult?" She could not believe him. He made her laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she felt bold and confident.

Then, from the corner of her eyes, she saw him again. Her ex-boyfriend had just exited the bar with that woman still linked in his arm.

Subconsciously, her friends's words echoed in her brain as Jeremy turned to look in her direction. It was payback time. Instinctively, her body moved as if it already knew what to do.

"I'm sorry about this." She did not even have to think about it. "But..." She let her actions explain to him what was about to happen.

Without another word, she raised her hand on his shoulder before wrapping her arms around his neck. Then, she pulled him closer until she could claim his lips.

She did not care what he would think. At that point, she only had one concern. She had to show her ex-boyfriend she could have someone better than him.

"Uhmm!" She heard him groan. She felt his hands grabbed her cheeks. Then, he was pushing his tongue between her lips.

Damn! That was hot!

Hotter than she ever felt when she kissed Jeremy.

She knew she should stop. But it was too damn great. She did not even care if Jeremy saw them or not.

Nonetheless, she did not want the kiss to end.

"Fuck it!"

Abruptly, he stopped kissing her as if he had just woken up from a trance. But he did not immediately move away, as he shared the same air as hers.

Instead, he kept staring into her eyes as if he had been battling within himself. She did not know what she saw in them, but it was unsettling.

"I'm sorry," Lucas finally whispered in her ears, feeling his breath tickle the skin along the sensitive part of her neck.

"I should not have done that." Then, he returned to his seat, revving the engine before stepping on the gas.

That was the only time she noticed Jeremy again as he stood outside the car, gazing directly at her. The fury in his eyes told her he saw everything.

Damn! What was that?

But for some reason, she could not care less about Jeremy as her eyes dared to look at the man beside her. She did not even look back at the man who hurt her that night.

Instead, her eyes could only see the man who had passionately kissed her just moments ago.

Did she imagine that?

Was she too intoxicated to differentiate reality from fantasy?

But the most alarming of all.

She kissed him.

She liked it.

What about him? How did he feel about it?