Isadora Davis
I barely managed to drag my eyes away from him when someone ordered me to bring more drinks. As soon as I gave them the drink, my eyes, without my approval, returned to look at the golden-blond god again, named Lucas.
How can he look so sexy, just talking?
Everything he does today looks freaking sexy.
No, no, no—this is not happening! Remember Isadora; he was the man who hurt you. Stop lusting. He is the man who whipped you for breaking his father's red vase and talking back at his future mate.
He was just like his father; blood was really thicker than water.
How could I forget so soon all the horrible things he has been doing? I shouldn't forget that he was the boy who placed a bet on you with his friends and f****d his girlfriend minutes after confessing he liked you.
