Dylan couldn't help but freeze in his place, it's not like he had never seen a naked woman stripping in front of adults before.
But something inside him snapped when he saw Lucas let the woman touch him. His fists subconsciously clenched tight, the unwanted feelings that flooded his chest unknowingly boiled the rage beneath his petrified figure.
"Eeeeek! What the...!" The woman immediately crouched down when she realized someone had just come out of the man's bedroom. She quickly scraped her clothes that she had just dropped on the floor and hissed frantically, "What the fuck, dude? Is... is that your son?!"
Lucas briefly rolled his sharp gaze at Dylan, as if he'd had enough of today's bullshit. Without further ado, he jolted from the sofa impatiently, dragging the woman towards the bathroom and slammed the door on her.
The burly man then strode towards Dylan and snatched his wrist, dragging him back inside the bedroom. "Come here."
