Saying that Lucas had a peaceful sleep at night would be an irony. He was too tired, thoughts brimmed his mind and something else contributed to that sleepless night.
Though, he couldn’t place a finger on what actually is the cause of his distorted sleep until the morning Sun began sneaking into his room from his gigantic windows he forgot to close its blinds.
When he stirred from his shallow slumber he felt like some kind of heavy bag was weighed on him.
Lucas grunted, aiming to push the bag as he presumed away from him but he heard groans which spurred him to flutter his weak eyes open.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by dark wavy hair that’s emitting some strawberry scent.
It then dawned on Lucas that Danika contributed majorly to his sleepless night. He tried to nudge Danika away from his chest but found out that she tightly encircled her hands around his waist.
Lucas let out a frustrated groan.
Yes, he needs Danika…help but being too intimate with her…is never a fraction of his plans.
He wants that intimacy with Sia although there are chances it’d never happen in this life again.
“D…Danika?” He called, tapping on her hands gently but Danika only squealed, rubbing her cheeks on his bare chest.
‘Yikes!’ Lucas murmured inwardly with a roll of his eyes.
He thinned his lips in a straight line as he continued tapping on her shoulders.
Danika was already awake but didn’t want to leave Lucas yet. She kept on with her pretense until Lucas hit her hard on the head.
“Ouch!” She yelped in pain and raised her head from his chest, rubbing it hard. Trailing her eyes back at Lucas she hissed. “That was uncalled for. You needn’t have hit me on my head Lucas!”
Lucas gagged, grinding his teeth, hard.
“Uh…sorry. I was just trying to wake you up but you didn’t…budge so I thought hitting you hard might work.” He responded with a shrug.
Danika rolled her eyes in contempt before holding Lucas’s stare.
“When will you ever learn, Lucas?” She began. Lucas already knows this will divert into some kinda shitty romantic lesson. One he isn’t willing to participate in right now but he absolutely has no choice.
He supported his upper body with his elbows and connected eyes with Danika who eventually began spluttering shits as Lucas had presumed.
“There are ways you could wake me without being violent.” She snorted, flipping her hair strands backward before continuing with her spiel as Lucas calls it.
“You could have pressed a smooch on my forehead, cheeks, or lips and not had to hit me like a hooligan.” She hissed, biting on her lower lips.
Lucas sagged his jaws and budged his shoulder before retorting, “you already know I’m not super cool when it comes to…romantic stuff. I wasn’t aware of that.”
Hearing his response, Danika could feel the bundle of lies seeping through it.
He can’t tell her he’s not a romantic man. If he’s not one, why would he give Sia a promise ring years ago? She wondered and scoffed.
“That’s a pretty lie there, Lucas. You claim you ain’t romantic but you made promises of making her the happiest woman in the world, am I right?” She hurled.
However, hearing that sentence slip from her lips made Lucas pause, his pulse quickening and his mushed mind riveted with thoughts.
He clearly remembers the day he promised Sia that but what pains him most is the day Sia tearfully reminded him of his promise in front of his villa.
You promised me you’ll make me the happiest woman in the whole world right? You promised me.”
Sia’s strangled voice blared in his ears and the drips of tears from her eyes gnaw his heart.
Lucas shook his head to ward off the agonizing thoughts.
“That’s not true, Danika.” He said moving from his frozen state. He headed to the washroom but Danika didn’t buy his words of lies.
“Really? I guess saying this to the slum girl’s face will help prove me right. What do you think?” She pressed on.
Lucas ignored her quips and shoved her into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Danika slipped out from the bed with a faint smile on her lips as she squeezed into the washroom too.
She picked up her brush and coated it with toothpaste before brushing her teeth with it.
Lucas was a little peeved because it reminds him of what he did with Sia years ago.
“I’ll brush your teeth for you, La Mia donna.” He uttered with his signature smiles not leaving his face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Lucas. How can you brush my teeth?” Sia’s melodious voice crept into his ears and he shrugged.
“I told you I’ll anything for you. And I know you’ll be tired after our long night, baby.” He reasoned.
Sia ignored his comments and proceeded to brush her teeth while Lucas did the same, chuckling.
“I’ve hands I can help myself.” Sia eventually said with mouth brimmed with foam.
“You should’ve waited for me to finish Danika…” He trailed off but Danika paid no heed to his words.
“You don’t order me, Lucas.” She retorted, still brushing her teeth. “Be ready, we’ve to go to the mansion for lunch this afternoon. ” She informed, looking in the mirror to see what Lucas’s reaction will be.
However, Lucas didn’t react as she had thought. She knows he avoids her mother like plague. Unless he has come to terms with it. She mused.
Lucas looked her in the face and questioned.
“Why? We can have lunch here.” He offered and Danika shook her head.
“Are you such a dumb? Yes, we can have lunch here but don’t see it’s more of an invitation. Gosh!” She routed.
Lucas heaved a sigh, “so who invited us then?” He asked, curious.
“Mummy Hera,” Danika said curtly and that made Lucas’s jaw droop.
“Oh, I see…” He mouthed and continued brushing.
Lucas already knows this lunch will be filled with hateful words. He’s sure Danika has spelled out her stay with him all these years to her mother.
**
Sia woke up today and prepared for her road work. Although it’s a few minutes past the usual time she goes on road work but since she has missed it for some days which consequently led her to add some weight, hence, Sia insisted on going for the exercise.
She swiftly descended the stairs, nodding to the servants greeting and waving Michelle off.
“We’ll talk later, Michelle.” She yelped and dashed off the compound.
Sia jogged nonstop until she arrived at the gym house where she finished up her exercise.
“You must be a strong lady.” Sia heard a baritone voice stream from behind her. She veered and held gazes with a burly white-skinned guy with a mass of curly dark hair and ocean-blue eyes.
Trailing her eyes up and down his body, Sia could tell his tall maybe 6’5.
The guy winked at her knowing she was weighing his features.
“Maybe.” She retorted, pulling on her kettlebells.
He inched closer to her with his own kettlebells, pulling on them.
“That’s rare to come by. I hardly see a lady who uses exercise equipment after jogging.” He smirked, eyes never straying from Sia’s.
“Were you spying on me? How did you know I already jogged?” Sia asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
The strange guy smirked, smoothing the wrinkles on his cheek before speaking further.
“I wasn’t…trust me. I just saw the way you were sweating when he stormed in here a while ago. It piqued my interest. You know.” He said defiantly.
Sia scoffed, “I don’t believe that.” She muttered absentmindedly.
“You don’t have any reason to doubt me. I’m a straightforward type. I say things I see.” He wagged his brows at her and she scoffed.
“I know your tricks. I trust me when I say it won’t have any effect on me.” She wheezed, still pulling on her kettlebells.
“Well, like I said. You don’t have any reason to doubt me.” The stranger hurled, grinning.
“Yeah…right.” Sia hastily stood up from where she was seated on. She kept the kettlebells on the rim of the seat to straighten her limbs. Unknowingly, the kettlebells rolled and fell on her right foot.
“Ouch!” Sia hooted in agony when she felt the heavy impact of the kettlebells on her foot. She dropped to her haunches, lifting her foot as her blackness crept into her vision.