Mechelle's POV
As I pulled up to Southside Bar, the evening had already set in. The bar was sparsely populated, with only a few patrons scattered about in the corners. Soft music played from the speakers, gradually easing my mood.
I made my way straight to Lucas's room, standing at the doorway, taking a deep breath before raising my hand to knock.
"Who's there? Don't you know if Lucas is still resting?" A woman's voice, sultry and lazy, sounded from inside the room.
"Lucas, it's me. I need to talk to you," I said calmly.
Soon, the door swung open, revealing the young woman I'd seen at the villa last night. She was draped in nothing but a sheet, wearing a coy smile. Leaning against the doorframe, her ample bosom threatened to spill out of the sheet. "Miss Diaz, Lucas is waiting for you inside," she purred.
"Thank you," I smiled politely, walking past her into the room.
