LUCAS’ POV.

I got to the room I always used whenever I stayed with John, and watched the stranger I had given my body willingly, walking down the road lifelessly.

She ought to be followed because I didn’t think she was thinking straight. She looked way too shocked.

Emily…

Her name was Emily. Finally, the stranger in my head had a name. John had hurt her badly, and she had called him all sorts of names. It was proof that she was indeed strange.

Women, as I knew never wanted to get on the bad side of someone like John. He was handsome, and the perfect man to brag about...