When Lucas tossed my phone earlier, he had also accidentally answered the call.
Daniel had stayed on the line the entire time.
Everything Lucas and I had just done—Daniel must have heard it all, every single sound, through the phone.
Lucas shifted off me, now lazily straddling my legs. His expression was one of casual arrogance, tinged with disdain.
"I'm sleeping with my woman. What's your problem? Not like you're in any position to have one," Lucas sneered before hanging up.
Mortified, I lunged for my phone, but Lucas tossed it aside again, pinning me beneath him. The thought of Daniel hearing everything filled me with shame and anger.
"Lucas!" I shouted, furious.
"Darling, I'm right here," he replied mockingly, stroking my cheek with a smirk as if savoring my frustration.
I shoved him off, and he returned to the driver's seat with an exaggerated sigh. Meanwhile, I hastily tidied my disheveled clothing, my hands trembling.