Chapter 162

  Lucas' POV

  Fuck my life.

  I've been having sex with different women consecutively in the past few hours and I'm starting to feel that I'm like a male whore.

  By the look on their fucking faces, I can tell they're very satisfied with my persistent endeavor.

  Fuck, I'm so good at what I do that I really should consider charging people money for fucking them.

  I buckled up my pants and walked out of the tent.

  Lucian waited outside.

  "How long have you been here? I thought you were with that fucking gigolo." I stretched out my arms and said.

  "I came here when she told you that you would die in a hole," Lucian shrugged.

  I smirked and lowered my voice, "She's good. I like fucking her. You know she was like..."

  "Luke, I don't want to know anything about it," Lucian said.

  "Your morale is a bit low," I frowned. "You've been acting weird since this morning. What happened?"