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Shameless: Shame On You, #1
Shameless: Shame On You, #1
Shameless: Shame On You, #1
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Every student at Shame U has their secrets, and Henley Brooks is no exception. Struggling to pay for college and maintain her perfect reputation has become overwhelming. When her friend Gigi Oxford offers her a night of carefree fun, she can't pass up the opportunity to unwind.

After a night of drinking turns to chaos, Henley finds herself alone with Lucas Young, a student from London who has come to America to unravel a few secrets of his own, as well as break a few hearts.

Covered in tattoos and drowning in liquor, Lucas was everything Henley should avoid but couldn't resist. She soon begins to fall for him like the many women before her. But after stumbling across something he didn't want her to see, she learns that Lucas may not be who she thinks he is.

Henley and Gigi devise a plan to teach Lucas a lesson, but it isn't long before Henley learns that no one at Shamus Thornton College can be trusted.

When everything begins to feel like it is falling apart, there is only one person Henley wants to pick up the pieces, even if he is the person who caused her to crumble. 

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Release dateJan 9, 2017
ISBN9781370122295
Shameless: Shame On You, #1
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Teresa Mummert

TERESA MUMMERT is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her work includes word-of-mouth bestselling, White Trash Trilogy, which landed her a three-book publishing deal with Simon & Schuster. She is also the author of the wildly popular Honor Series which chronicles the taboo romance between a student and her college professor. To date, she's written over twenty-five novels and plans for many more releases in the future.

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    Shameless - Teresa Mummert

    TITLE

    Copyright ©2011 by Teresa Mummert

    All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America.

    No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author except where permitted by law.

    The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

    Synopsis

    Every student at Shame U has their secrets, and Henley Brooks is no exception. Struggling to pay for college and maintain her perfect reputation has become overwhelming. When her friend Gigi Oxford offers her a night of carefree fun, she can’t pass up the opportunity to unwind.

    After a night of drinking turns to chaos, Henley finds herself alone with Lucas Young, a student from London who has come to America to unravel a few secrets of his own, as well as break a few hearts.

    Covered in tattoos and drowning in liquor, Lucas was everything Henley should avoid but couldn’t resist. She soon begins to fall for him like the many women before her. But after stumbling across something he didn’t want her to see, she learns that Lucas may not be who she thinks he is.

    Henley and Gigi devise a plan to teach Lucas a lesson, but it isn’t long before Henley learns that no one at Shamus Thornton College can be trusted.

    When everything begins to feel like it is falling apart, there is only one person Henley wants to pick up the pieces, even if he is the person who caused her to crumble.

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

    Chapter Twenty-One

    Chapter Twenty-Two

    Chapter Twenty-Three

    Chapter Twenty-Four

    Chapter Twenty-Five

    Chapter Twenty-Six

    Chapter Twenty-Seven

    Chapter Twenty-Eight

    Chapter Twenty-Nine

    Chapter Thirty

    Chapter Thirty-One

    Chapter Thirty-Two

    Chapter Thirty-Three

    Chapter Thirty-Four

    Chapter Thirty-Five

    Chapter Thirty-Six

    Chapter Thirty-Seven

    Chapter Thirty-Eight

    Chapter Thirty-Nine

    Chapter Forty

    Chapter Forty-One

    Chapter Forty-Two

    Chapter Forty-Three

    Chapter Forty-Four

    Chapter Forty-Five

    Chapter Forty-Six

    Chapter Forty-Seven

    Chapter Forty-Eight

    Chapter Forty-Nine

    Chapter Fifty

    Chapter Fifty-One

    Chapter Fifty-Two

    Chapter Fifty-Three

    Chapter Fifty-Four

    Chapter One

    HENLEY

    Wait! Please, hold the door, I screeched while running down the hall as the elevator doors began to close. The guy inside reached out his arm, covered in swirls of dark ink, and stuck his hand between the closing doors causing them to spring back open.

    Since you said please, he replied with an eyebrow cocked, and I was taken aback by his slight accent that I couldn’t quite place, but it didn’t seem to match his rugged exterior.

    Thanks, I muttered, out of breath, craning my neck to smile up at him in appreciation. "I should have yelled Hodor, right? I mean… that would have... I shook my head, losing faith in my own joke halfway through my sentence. My voice was barely audible as I continued to ramble. That was a Game of… never mind. It was stupid. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about, and now I’m talking to myself. Awesome." The doors began to close, and I was forced to stand beside the stranger and wallow in my humiliation.

    The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a grin, but he didn’t respond, and my gaze fell. The inked designs that covered the flesh of his arms disappeared under the short sleeve of his basic white t-shirt and reappeared out of the collar, running under the edge of his angular jaw. My eyes continued traveling upward past the small silver orb piercing the side of his nose to the crystal blue of his eyes, which were in sharp contrast of his thick brows that were the same color as his chestnut hair. It was shaved close on the sides with the hint of more ink underneath, but the top was a few inches long, parted on the side and combed back at an angle. I couldn’t look away, not only because he was incredibly hot, but because he looked like trouble. Had I had time to think before diving into this small space with him, I would have probably waited for the next one and conceded to being late.

    The muffled sound of Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto filled the awkward silence as if he’d come with his own mismatched theme music, and it took me a second to realize the sound was coming from my messenger bag.

    Sorry, I muttered, not entirely sure what I was apologizing for as I pulled it out and clicked to answer the call.

    Did you hear? Gigi asked, not bothering with a greeting.

    What? I asked glancing up at the stranger, gripping the strap of my bag tighter.

    Some guy got in a fight and beat the hell out of like three people up on Dani’s floor. Everyone is talking about it. Did you remember to grab your pepper spray?

    A fight? My heart that was still thudding from my impromptu jogging was now beginning to accelerate further. He hadn’t looked like he’d been in a brawl, but I guess that could be because he’d been on the winning end.

    He glanced down at me, raising his index finger to his lips, gesturing for me to keep his presence a secret but at the moment, all I could think about was how lucky his finger was to be pressed against his mouth.

    I haven’t heard anything.

    His hand dropped to his side, and he winked, sending butterflies into frantic flight inside of my stomach.

    The dinging of the elevator bell jolted me from my deep scrutiny of the stranger, and the doors slid open. Two campus security guards stood on the other side, panting. He bolted between them, knocking one to the ground. I pressed my hands against the back wall of the elevator car trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. The guard that remained standing pulled the other to his feet, and they gave chase, screaming after him to stop.

    I reluctantly stepped out of the confined space, glancing around to the few other students milling around the lobby area with their attention locked onto the smartphones, oblivious to the scene that had unfolded before them.

    Hello? Earth to Henley, Gigi’s voice was laced with annoyance.

    It’s in my bag, but I haven’t talked to anyone. I stayed up studying until three in the morning for that bio quiz and now I’m late... as usual. Not that anyone would notice or care anyway. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

    You’re rambling… what happened?

    Nothing! I’m just running late. That’s all.

    "Before college is over, we need to get you a life. You’re missing out on the best parts. After school, it’s nothing but bills and disappointment."

    We’ve talked about this. I have to go.

    Wait! There is a dollar beer night tonight at Filly’s.

    Not a chance, I snapped. Remember the last time I got drunk?

    Yeah, she laughed loudly into the phone, and I held it away from my ear for a few seconds until the cackling died down. "How could I forget? You told Molly to break up with Jacob because you were Team Edward. It was really embarrassing… for you."

    "Laugh it up, but Jacob did turn out to be a real dog. I called it."

    You’re such a dork. Just think about it. You know I make questionable decisions when I’m wasted. Don’t make me fend off the beasts on my own. Have you already forgotten when I brought home that asshole and he threw up on your bed?

    "Yeah, thanks for bringing him to my room, by the way. Tanner appreciated the mess she had to clean while I was at my mom’s house."

    The phone was silent for a moment. Shit, Henley. I’m sorry for bringing her up. How is she?

    Her mom said she isn’t coping well with being back home. I shook my head, ridding the thoughts of how close my roommate had come to losing her life at the hands of her boyfriend who’d driven drunk. He hadn’t been as lucky. She misses John… and she hates herself for it.

    Maybe we can do something for her. Send her a basket or something.

    That'd be great. I couldn’t imagine having to start all over again.

    Think about tonight.

    I’ll consider it. I rolled my eyes and ended the call before she could go on. I had absolutely no intention of going out with her tonight. I needed every waking moment I could spare to catch up on work I had missed while visiting back home. My mother had one of her episodes, refusing to bathe or eat for days, and I had to check her into the hospital so they would force her back on her medications. I spent the following week sorting out the mounting medical bills and filling her new prescriptions. We were all each other had in this world while my dad was gone, and when she needed me, I dropped everything to be by her side.

    ***

    By the time I had finished my last class of the day, I was barely hanging on to consciousness. I made my way back to my room, this time opting for the stairs to avoid running into any more deviants as Opus twenty of Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky blasted through my right earbud as the other dangled over my shoulder. I laid on my bed and pulled out my notes, unable to decipher what I’d scribbled down. My phone lit up, and I slid it under my pillow.

    Not now, I muttered as I flipped through the pages of my notebook, my eyes scanning my sloppy handwriting and struggling to decipher the words.

    Henley, I can hear you from out here, Gigi yelled from the other side of my door, startling me. I had met Gigi Oxford during freshman orientation. She was a sophomore, and we were polar opposites. Her hair was dirty blonde with large barrel curls, she cursed like a sailor, and every boy in the school fawned over her like helpless puppies. For some reason, she was determined to drag me along to every adventure Shamus Thornton College had to offer, in an effort to corrupt me like the little sister she never had.

    Damn, I muttered under my breath as I got up to answer it, stubbing my toe on the corner of my bed. Gigi stood with her hands on her hips, tapping her wedge sandal-clad foot. Her stark white skirt barely covered her tanned ass, and her pale peach t-shirt looked as though it was painted on her skin and revealed a sliver of her belly and a blue jewel that was pierced through her navel.

    You’ve been avoiding my calls. Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her ample chest. I rolled my eyes and limped back to my bed.

    "I have to study."

    You have to take a break before you wither up and die in this godforsaken place.

    That’s dramatic, I said dryly as my eyes drifted to Tanner’s vacant side of the room and I struggled not to think of how close she’d come to losing her life.

    One drink, I’m not asking you to burn bibles in the middle of campus. Just have some fun for once. You deserve it after the last few weeks.

    I knew she was right. She just wanted me to have the full college experience before going out into the world and settling down. My life had been planned out in my head since I was twelve. I would meet a man who was work driven and kind, have two children, and raise our family in a quiet suburb somewhere on the east coast. I would have a career and own a home without having to struggle like my parents had because they’d had me so young. But I’d been watching my life slowly unravel as my mother became sick and my father had given up, hiding behind his career as a way to ignore the problems at home. My dreams were slipping from my grasp, replaced by responsibilities that weighed so heavily on my shoulders I felt ready to break under pressure.

    As much as I loved Gigi, she had no idea what I was going through. Her two fathers had spoiled her, and she’d never lost anyone close to her. Her birth mother lived only three doors away and was active in her life since the day she was born. I wanted more than anything to feel how it must be to have no worries in life, even if it was all a façade.

    One drink? I asked over the rim of my dark framed glasses, knowing that if I didn’t take some time off to actually enjoy life, it was going to pass me by.

    Yes, we can slum it with the locals, she squealed hugging me so tightly it felt like my spine was going to snap. What Gigi never understood was that I was a local. I lived only an hour away. She held me back at arm’s length and looked me over, her smile twisting into a sneer. I’ll even listen to you play one of your boring songs.

    Gee, thanks. But you’re out of luck because I left my violin at home.

    I thought you’d go through withdrawals without that thing.

    I shrugged, thinking about my most prized possession collecting dust on the pawn shop shelf, or worse, in someone else’s hands as they dragged the bow across the strings. I just figured everyone on our floor could use a break. I tried my best to plaster a convincing smile on my face as my eyes welled up with tears. Let’s get this over with.

    We have to do something about your hair first, she said with mock disgust. I smacked her playfully on the arm, tugging the hair-tie from my hair, letting long auburn hair cascade down my back. I did my best to stick my chest out, mocking her playfully.

    Better? I asked, waiting for her approval.

    Getting there. She nodded with amusement. I grabbed a small mirror and put on some mascara and lip-gloss to at least look like I’d made an effort. By the time we left, the sun was just beginning to set.

    ***

    Patrons of Filly’s Bar overflowed into the street. I tugged at my heather gray tank top, the thin fabric clinging to the small of my back as the heat of the day still lingered in the air. I wished I would have changed out of my jeans before coming out, not that anyone would notice me next to Gigi and her mile-long legs. The girls around me wore short skirts and tops that barely contained them. I made a face at Gigi, pleading with her silently to take me home as I swiped a piece of hair that was slicked to my forehead.

    I don’t fit in here.

    "You look fine. Sexiness is about confidence. You’re beautiful, Henley, she reassured me, grabbing my glasses from my face and shoving them into her purse. I tried to protest, but she held up her manicured hand to stop me. I know you only need these while reading. Stop hiding behind them. I’ll give them back I promise. Let everyone see your hazel eyes. They’re so pretty." My mind flashed to the boy in the elevator. My eyes looked dull compared to his baby blues that sparkled mischievously like he’d been up to no good.

    Did you hear anything else about the fight at the dorm?

    She shrugged, her eyes scanning the crowd as she wiped the mascara from under her lower lashes. Word is some guy caught his girlfriend cheating and took it out on the guy she brought home, she explained with a shrug.

    I think I may have seen him. Scrunching up my nose, I tried to figure out if the guy I’d seen had been the scorned boyfriend or the replacement.

    Seen who? Her emerald eyes snapped to me, as her perfectly arched brows furrowed.

    The guy. I dunno. I shrugged. "There was some guy in the elevator. He just looked like he was up to no good."

    Gigi let out a small laugh. "Any guy doing the walk of shame from our dorm is always up to no good."

    We made our way through the crowded dance floor toward the bar. Gigi had to shout over the music to order us drinks. She turned around, handing me a beer as we studied the people around us. It’s not so bad, she yelled. I took a long swig from my beer bottle and nodded, but this had to be some sort of fire safety violation. Pressing the bottle to my forehead, I let my eyes fall closed, relishing in the coolness of the condensation.

    Could be worse but I guess that depends on your definition of bad, I agreed, and she smiled triumphantly. I drank another large sip, holding up my bottle and peering inside. Almost time to go, I warned and drank the last few sips of my beer. She frowned and turned back to the bar, tapping her French tips against the glossy wood.

    Two more beers and two shots of Jack, She yelled to the bartender. I glared at her, slamming my bottle down on the bar. Live a little. Even Beethoven liked to unwind with some drinks, she said, holding up a shot glass for me to take. I struggled to suppress my smirk as she brought up one of my favorite composers even though she hated classical music. Maybe she had been listening to me ramble.

    Beethoven was an antisocial drunk. I drank it down, the harsh liquid burning my throat and immediately turning my stomach. I quickly slammed back my beer, trying to soothe the ache, knowing I’d regret mixing beer and alcohol later tonight.

    She groaned, shaking her head as her large honey-colored curls swayed. Let’s mingle. She grabbed my arm and yanked me away from the safety of the bar. I pulled back against her, but she tugged harder, her grip tightening on my wrist.

    I don’t know anybody here, I protested.

    Exactly my point. You need to make friends, she called back at me as she made her way into a circle of people, granting us a reprieve from the tightly packed space.

    I have you. How many friends do I need?

    She let go of my arm, and I rubbed my wrist gingerly. They greeted each other, giving hugs as I slinked into the background. I sipped at my beer slowly, taking in the scene as the chilled bubbles cooled my throat. A group of girls hollered from the doorway as three guys walked in, commanding attention from the crowd. They laughed and made their way straight to the bar, the crowd seemingly parting to allow them a wide birth as if they were royalty. The first was smaller, with sandy blonde hair, his face still clinging to the more youthful appearance of boyhood. He wore a navy blue Shamus Thornton College t-shirt that read Shame U across the chest. He was followed by a much larger guy with the same color hair, but there was no arguing he was a man. They could have been brothers, but their size difference was comical. The third had dark hair, parted back to the side with tattoos scattered over his muscular arms. I recognized him immediately from this morning.

    Gigi, I whisper-yelled, trying to get her attention, but she had her arms wrapped around some burly guy’s neck, and he was whispering to her. I cringed as his tongue swiped across her earlobe.

    The blue-eyed hottie glanced my way, a hint of a smile on his lips and I looked down at my feet, blushing as I recalled our earlier meeting in the confined space of the elevator.

    Can you grab us some drinks? Gigi yelled over the music. I nodded and made my way to the opposite side of the bar, trying not to look over at the group of guys that were now surrounded by girls.

    I held up my fingers to the bartender, signaling for two more beers. He opened them and sat them on the bar in from of me.

    Are you guys hiring? I yelled over the music, and he shook his head. Thanks, anyway. I pulled out some cash and set it on the bar, before making my way back through the crowd. My violin had given me a few extra dollars in my pocket, but with my mother’s mounting medical bills, and my father's absence, I was going to need a job if I wanted to continue school. Every day I was slipping further and further under.

    Thanks, Henley, Gigi hugged my neck tightly, already half-tipsy. The more she drank, the less she understood personal space.

    I think that guy over there is the one that got in that fight, I yelled in her ear. She looked around at the bar before her eyes stopped and she smiled.

    "That guy? she asked. That’s Lucas Young. He’s from London or England or some fancy shit like that."

    "London is in England."

    "But not all of England is London. Whatever. He’s got one hell of a reputation. Such a shame because he is one sexy mofo. I’d like to see his Big Ben if you know what I mean. Stay as far away from him as possible. Trust me. She laughed as the man she had been hanging on all night came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. That guy is nothing but bad decisions wrapped in a pretty package."

    That’s saying a lot coming from you, I joked, and she scowled at me. They seriously need better security at the dorms.

    Her attention quickly turned back to the stranger that was now nibbling on her earlobe as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She giggled over-enthusiastically, and I rolled my eyes. I wished I had stayed in my room.

    Chapter Two

    LUCAS

    It was another night, lost in a sea of strangers all with one common goal, to get fucked up enough to be able to pretend they were someone else; someone better. All of the faces were familiar, yet unknown. All but one. My eyes landed on the nervous girl I’d ran into in the lift at Decker Hall. She tucked her long, auburn hair behind her ear as her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help but smile as they widened fractionally out of recognition. Her gaze dropped and so did my smirk as I turned to the bartender and asked him for a shot of bottom-shelf tequila and a beer chaser.

    It’s too crowded tonight, Noah yelled over the music. He’d been my flatmate for the past year, moving in after Beef and I decided we needed someone else to chip in with bills. But he was far from the typical college guy. He hated being dragged out to have fun.

    It smells like balls, Beef yelled back, laughing as he clapped his large hand on Noah’s shoulder, causing him to wince. He’d already drank half a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, which usually wouldn’t have even fazed him, but his painkillers were just beginning to kick in.

    God bless America, I quipped as I slammed back my shot.

    Fuck yeah, Beef yelled, his deep voice booming louder than the bass of the music. I’d met Coby AKA Beef when I first came to the states. He had just blown out his knee and nearly lost his football scholarship. Luckily, his father was best friends with Coach Crane, and Beef happened to be one of the biggest motherfuckers you’d ever laid eyes on. But the injury was enough for Beef to realize his own mortality and how fleeting his football future really was. I’m ready to get in a fight or get fucked.

    Let’s hope not at the same time, mate, I replied as I nodded to the bartender who was already refilling our shot glasses. My eyes scanned the crowd but kept being drawn back to the girl and her blonde friend. She looked so innocent and shy but didn’t hesitate to lie for me the moment I’d met her. Most would chalk it up to her being afraid or some stupid shit like that, but she never backed away from me. In fact, she studied me as if she was curious.

    Who’s that one? I asked, nodding my chin in their direction. Beef hung his heavy arm across my shoulders as he tried to follow my line of sight.

    The blurry one with the big tits or the blurry one who looks like she got lost on her way to the library?

    I shook my head, shrugging out from under his heavy arm. You need to slow down. mate. I can’t carry your big arse out of here.

    Beef rolled his eyes as he took my beer bottle and tipped his head back, draining the contents down his throat. He handed the empty bottle back to me, his eyes locked on the dance floor. 

    Can I get a water? I called over my shoulder to the bartender. His eyes went to Beef who was swaying slightly before he nodded to me. He grabbed a bottle, sitting it down on the wooden bar.

    I took it with a nod as I unscrewed the lid, handing it to Beef who chugged the contents without even taking a breath. I wiped the condensation from my palm across my t-shirt as some random brunette was talking animatedly about a kegger she was going to next week. I didn’t realize I was the person she’d been speaking to until the shrill sound of her voice came to an abrupt halt and she was blinking at me, waiting for a response.

    Sounds amazing, I replied as my eyes drifted back over the crowd.

    Your accent is so sexy. Where are you from? She asked, and I rolled me eyes as I leaned back against the bar.

    Scotland, I lied. Her smile widened as she raked her teeth across her glossed lower lip.

    That’s hot.

    I rolled my eyes as I turned slightly to signal to the bartender that I needed another drink.

    Look at those assholes, Beef leaned closer to me as he pointed to the center of the crowd with his empty water bottle. My eyes followed and I shook my head as one man who clearly should have been cut off hours ago was bumping into people on the dance floor. To his left was the awkward girl from the elevator, clearly no longer feeling nervous as she swayed her hips, her eyes falling closed as if she could feel the song vibrating through her soul. Her tank top had ridden up, revealing a swath of milky skin between the top of her jeans and her belly button. She tugged at it as she turned, her fingers raking through her hair, revealing the back of her long neck.

    Come dance with me, The brunette whined, tugging at my arm.

    I don’t dance.

    Why not?

    Because if I dance with you, I can’t watch her. I pointed with the neck of my beer bottle to the girl from the elevator. The brunette gasped before smacking me on the chest.

    I’ll dance with you, Beef slurred, earning him a smile before she slid her hand into his, glaring over her shoulder at me as he pulled her out to dance to the song. Leaning back against the bar, I watched the people around me move as if they were possessed or on drugs. It was most likely the latter.

    Wanna go over to the park next to Fawler Lake and play some two-hand touch? Noah asked, leaning back beside me.

    I snorted before taking a sip of my drink to hide my smirk. Is that code for something else?

    Noah clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shook his head. Come on, man. You played football.

    Beef plays American football. What I play you Yanks call soccer. Completely different game.

    Whatever. This is boring, He shot back before tipping his own bottle to his lips as Beef and his new dance partner returned. I’ll be outside. He sat the empty bottle on the bar before slipping through the crowd of people.

    What was that about? Beef asked as the girl slid between us.

    I don’t think he was hugged very much as a child, I replied before motioning to the bartender for another round of drinks.

    Chapter Three

    HENLEY

    I had found my way to the center of the dance floor, stumbling over my own feet as I shook my hips to the thudding beat. It was amazing how my fingers could produce music so effortlessly, but my body failed to cooperate when it came to staying in time.

    This is so much fun, Gigi screamed, and I couldn’t hold back my giggling.

    It’s not so bad. I shrugged, trying to move my hips to the rhythm. I am sure I looked like I was having some sort of seizure next to Gigi, but thanks to the alcohol coursing through my veins I didn’t care. I spun around, putting my back against her as we moved our bodies together. I glanced over at the bar and my eyes locked on to Lucas. I bit my lip tucking my hair behind my ear as I struggled to look seductive. He grinned back at me, oblivious to the

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