ALPHA LUKE'S POV
"I don't understand what you mean. Do you realize that I'm your friend's man?" I questioned, perplexed that she would even say a thing like that.
"I know, right? But you know, you have a great physique, you're young, healthy, and it feels like you'll do just great in bed. You know. Also, you don't have to worry. You're going to have a benefit in this. I will help you with anything you want; even thrice of whatever Arya is going to help you with." She assured me, with a wink.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this. You can keep all these to yourself, or get another man. But as for me, I'm not interested." I rejected her, in the calmest manner.
But I was utterly disgusted.
"Come on. Don't be a kill-joy. I'm assuring you that you won't regret listening to me. I'm going to buy you any car you want, anything, just name it." She spoke, insisting on what I really found, disgusting.
