Page 84 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"Quit,, you're going to get us in trouble," I scolded him with a smile as I slapped his arm playfully. He was playing with the mannequin, moving its hand so it was picking its nose. He was being an idiot, but I know it was for my benefit. I was falling even more in love with him for it. He'd made me smile and laugh this time.
"I think I have everything I need," I said looking at the pile of clothes stacked in my arms.
"Did you get socks? You can't forget socks. Look, these have little avocados on them. It's so cute." Lucas held a pair of socks with small cut avocados in them. His face was so damn adorable as he spoke about them.
"I forgot the socks. Give the ‘cado socks." He smiled, placing them on top of my stack before taking the whole thing from me.
"Race you to the register," he said quickly before running off with all the clothes. I chased after him, giggling as I ran. I haven't had this much fun shopping since I was a small girl. Mom has always made shopping trips better, now Lucas does. We slowed as we approached the register, not wanting to get kicked out. We were now speed walking, trying to beat one another.
"I win,' he whispered to me as he placed the clothes on the checkout counter."
"I let you win," I lied. He laughed his wonderful laugh as the cashier checked us out. She checked out more than my clothes, looking at Lucas often. She ignored me completely, even though the clothes were obviously for me.
"What do you think, love? Should we get married this month or next?" He asked. My heart skipped, my face paled, and my body froze. What did he ask me?
"I mean I know I just proposed, but I can't wait to make you my wife," he pulled me close to him, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "Play along, Rose." I realized it was for the cashier. He noticed her checking him out and he wanted her to know how serious he was about me by concocting this story.
"This month, I want to be married before our child swells me like a balloon." I added we were with child, because why not? Lucas' smirk widened, liking the extra detail.
"Done," he nodded.
The cashier gave us our total with a blush on her face. She was embarrassed after our display. She handed me the receipt as we left. Lucas didn't let me pay for my clothes, despite my arguments. He used our false pretense to his advantage, saying his money will be mine anyway once we marry. My mind couldn't help but daydream about getting married. It was a thought for way down in the future, but talking about it now made me think about it. I wouldn't mind being married to Lucas.
"Thank you for making shopping fun for once," I did with a smile as he entered and sat in his driver's seat.
"It was my pleasure. Thanks for playing along with me."
"Oh, any time." I smiled. "I do have impeccable acting skills after all."
"Yes, indeed. Future Grammy winner here." He chuckled as he drove.
We drove back to his place, singing along to his music. We had a lot of the same favorite songs. He introduced me to a few, I didn't know I would end up loving. I'll add them to my own playlist later. We grabbed my bags and headed to his apartment, but as we approached his door, we noticed a person hunched over on the ground in front of his door.Who the hell is that?
Lisa was curled into a ball on the floor in front of Lucas' door. She held her knees to her chest with her head down between them.
"Lisa?" Lucas called to her, making her look up, showing her busted lip and bruised face. Something bad had happened, and the sight of her made me feel like I was 8 again helping mom clean up her wounds. I froze as I stared at her, Lucas did the same. He moved faster than I did, grabbing Lisa quickly, opening his door, and helping her inside. She limped, showing me she must have hurt her ankle or perhaps her leg.
It took me a whole minute to convince my legs to move again. I took a slow, heavy step towards his apartment, feeling the trauma rise in me. I swallowed the thick emotion I felt was choking me. I pushed forward, finally making it inside and closing the door behind me. Lucas had a first aid kit out, tending to Lisa's wounds already. His face was serious with his teeth clenched in anger. His nostrils flared, and his jaw twitched furiously.
"Explain," he told her in a stern voice.
"I know how to pick them." She gave a manic laugh, causing me to worry even more about her. "It's a guy I started seeing a couple of weeks ago. He believed I was seeing someone else, and didn't like that."
"What's his name?" Lucas was ready to set the world on fire to get to this guy.
"No, Lucas. I can handle this myself. I need a place to crash tonight. I don't want mom to see me like this and there's no chance in hell I would stay at dad's." She shook her head violently. I hated to see her like this. I don't understand how a man can hurt someone like this. Especially if they claimed they loved them. Hitting someone isn't love. It's not how you display emotions. Hurting someone is not a form of love. It's anti love.
"Tell me his name, Lisa." The tone Lucas used made me tense up. He was angry, and he meant business.
"Seth," she finally spoke. "Seth Reynolds."
"Got it." He nodded at her, staring at the wound on her lip. "Rose, can you finish this while I make a call?" He asked me, holding out the cotton ball with alcohol he was using to clean her wounds. I nodded my head, stepping forward. I took the cotton and began to clean her wound.
Chapter 30
Olive's P.O.V.
Lucas grabbed his phone, stepping out onto the patio, slamming his sliding door closed. I jumped unintentionally, still feeling on edge. Lisa grabbed my hand that was dabbing at her lip. She held it for a moment, making me look into her eyes.
