The presidential suite of the Imperial Capital Hotel.
The woman had already stripped naked and stood in front of Lucas.
She was a famous social flower in the circle of the rich second generation in the imperial capital, and was the darling of the heart of how many men who dreamed of having money could not be exchanged.
Soooo, she only accompanies drinks, never a night out.
Tonight when Noah found her and asked if she would accompany Lucas for a night, she agreed without thinking.
That was Lucas, the man who stood at the tip of the pyramid in the entire imperial capital. It was rumored that he never went near women, was this a move on her?
At this moment, Lucas was sitting on the sofa and smoking, he glanced at the woman's naked body, his heart had no ripples.
The woman hesitated and approached him, sitting on his lap.
It was a perfectly handsome face that would make any woman's heart flutter at the sight of it, right?
She wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck and cried out delicately, "President."
Lucas frowned and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. In the next second, he tightened his grip on the woman's wrist and flung it with such force that he lifted her entire body to the ground.
"Get out." He said faintly.
"President!"
The woman looked at him in shock, not knowing what she had done wrong. He was also the one who called out the people, and now he was the one who told her to leave.
"Get out." Lucas didn't want to say another word.
"President! I'm not leaving!" As the number one famous socialite in the imperial capital, stripping naked and letting someone drive her out, how could she stand such a strange shame.
Lucas stood up and took the woman's arm and dragged her all the way to the door of the room with such force that she felt her wrist had been dislocated.
"Get dressed and get out, or I'll throw you out like this."
Seeing Lucas' face full of hostility, the woman cried, put on her clothes, and grabbed the door.
After the woman left, Lucas was so uncomfortable in his room that he felt like he was going to explode with annoyance.
It seemed that not every woman he could.
He dialed Sophia's number.
"President, what can I do for you?" Her sweet voice came over the phone.
"Half an hour, go to the presidential suite at the Imperial Hotel." After saying that Lucas hung up the phone.
...
Sofia's entire body was about to fall apart as she panted and ran to the entrance of the suite.
She forced herself to endure the pain and knocked on the door.
Lucas opened the door, his face so dark it seemed as if he could drip ink.
"Secretary Sophia, you're three minutes late."
"I'm sorry President, I was a bit far away from here just now, I've driven here first thing after I received your call."
Lucas didn't say anything as he took out his cell phone and operated it skillfully.
The next second, ding a text message beep, Sophia looked down, her bank account ...
had another million dollars more?
"President, this ..." Thinking of last night's experience, her legs shook a little in fear.
"What? Not enough? "
"No president, I don't lack money ... " Sofia is really going to collapse. What kind of woman can't you Lucas get your hands on, why are you holding on to her?
Lucas walked forward and pinched her tiny face, "Don't want to do it? Why do you want to seduce me?"
He was so strong that Sophia wanted to cry a little at the pinch. She grabbed Lucas' arm slightly pleadingly.
"President, I'm hurting, I'm really hurting, can it be done in a couple days?"
Seeing that the bottom of her eyes were glowing again, her eyelashes flickered, and she was as good as a kitten that had been drenched in the rain, Lucas' heart unexpectedly trembled, and he let go of his hand.
Sofia was so scared that she hurriedly took a few steps back. She felt that if she stayed around him any longer, she was going to get killed sooner or later.
At that moment, Lucas caught a glimpse of Sofia's open backpack, revealing a plastic bag with the logo of Imperial Hospital.
"Go take a shower." He quirked his lips.
"Huh? A shower?"
I thought I'd let her go, why do I need to go take a shower?
"Not willing?"
"No President, I'm going to take a shower."
Sophia hurriedly turned around and hid in the bathroom. This was the Great Demon King Lucas, if he didn't listen to what he said, then he probably wouldn't even be able to find his body after he died.
Either way, it's a death, so let's die. If it hurts to die, then it hurts to die, the big deal is to take some painkillers dispensed by the hospital before dying.
...
Sofia finished her shower and walked over to the bed in her hotel bathrobe, Lucas had already finished his shower in the other bathroom of the suite and was lying on the bed.
He swept her off her feet.
At this point, Sofia had removed her makeup, revealing that pale, soft, and collagen-filled face. Waist-length black hair was put to the side, and beads of water were still hanging on her slender swan neck.
Lucas couldn't help but feel a tightening in his lower abdomen, and his body began to stir.
It was a hell of a thing, the woman who had just been kicked out couldn't even get him to react when she was naked, only full of disgust.
Lucas lazily patted the spot beside him, "Come here, take off your robe."
Was it going to be for real again? Sophia instantly felt her entire being torn in half.
She crawled onto the bed lifelessly and took off her bathrobe.
Suddenly, a cold touch hit her lower body. She half raised herself to see Lucas lying between her legs, using a cotton swab to carefully be...
Smearing! Medicine! Ointment!
Sophia jumped up at once, "President! I'll do it myself!"
"You can see? "
"I-I'll try..."
"Secretary Sofia has this skill, why don't you go to the circus?"
Lucas stared at her, the smile hanging on his lips darkening.
Having been by his side for so long, Sofia immediately understood that this was an order that could not be refuted.
Her face reddened and she lay back down again, at Lucas' mercy.
At this point she was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in the mattress and simply smother herself.
After about five minutes, Lucas lifted his head.
He squeezed the tiny ointment and waved it in front of Sophia.
"Put this in my place."
His meaning was clear, to apply the ointment, come to me.
Sofia nodded and hurriedly put on her robe and stood back by the bed.
"So...if there's nothing wrong with the president ...?" She asked, gathering her courage, afraid that Lucas, who had just decided to leave her alone, would change his mind the next second.
Lucas pointed to the spot beside him, "Sleep here tonight."
A wave of dizziness washed over Sophia. What did this mean? Light sleeping with? Simply talking under one blanket? The president still had this hobby?
Lucas looked at the innocent and sweet little face, after removing her makeup, Sofia was as tender as a fresh college student. He simply didn't want to put her back.
Couldn't touch her today, she hurt.
Damn it, he, Lucas, could actually hurt a woman.
After a momentary frown, Sofia guffawed and her gaze met the bottom of Lucas' dark eyes.
"Okay President, I'll come as soon as I've taken care of things."
She walked to the living room, grabbed Lucas' change of suit and pants, and put them in the hotel's special laundry bag. Then called room service to come pick up the clothes, and in the process made a reservation for breakfast to be delivered to his room the next morning.
Because Lucas didn't like to eat in the cafeteria with a lot of people.
His tastes Sophia had long ago memorized. The Americano had to be 60 degrees, the eggs had to be raw, runny sunny-side-up eggs fried on one side, the toast had to be thick-cut from Dreamforce, and the butter just had to be French.
Lucas half lying on the bed, watching Sofia this meal of flowing operation, pondering up.
After it was all done, Sophia went to the bedside, carefully lifted the covers, and lay down next to Lucas.
She was on her side with her back to him, and the two-meter bed, with her pressed against the edge, only took up a tiny corner.
Last night it was the pain that made her pass out, tonight it was the fright that kept her awake. Sofia felt that if she continued like this, her dark circles might even grow on her cheeks.
Suddenly, she felt a strong force grab the back collar of her bathrobe and dragged her over in a flash.
The next second, her waist was tightly encircled.
"Turn off the lights," Lucas said.