Chapter 11

LUCAS

If there’s one thing my grandfather taught me, it was to pay attention to detail. No matter how minor or insignificant.

‘I’m a sensual drunk. Drinking makes me…want it. Are you going to give it to me?’

I could distinctly remember the words Drew whispered to me as she undressed, in this very bedroom, the first time we met. Sometimes I worry about her. She couldn’t handle her alcohol, I wondered why she hadn’t stopped taking it altogether. There were bad people out there that were just waiting to manipulate her weaknesses. People like me.

She made it too easy.

Only this time, I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

I was going to tease her until she begged for it. But she wasn’t going to get it.

“Buonanotte dolcezza,” I kissed her lightly on the lips and extinguished the light.

“Sleep with me,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“I mean stay with me. I want to cuddle.”