Every glint of hope I had drained off my face when my eyes came in contact with the real owner.

This has to be a dream!

Oh God!...

I must be dreaming... God, please let me be dreaming!

I'm so fucking dead today...

Maybe I forgot to pray to God! That's why I got unlucky and fell into the trap of my tormentor.

Standing in my front was Lucas who was completely drenched.

The strawberry milkshake had poured on his face and designer top as it dripped on the floor, staining his trousers a bit.

His menacing gaze lingered on me, finding every way to devour me as his green...