7

Lucas Rossi

Lucas Rossi sat like a king on a throne in the comfort of his house office, slowly spinning back and forth on his leather black seat.

A laptop sat on the table in front of him, a picture of the heiress he was supposed to be married to was sprawn across it's screen. The headline was of course rash as always.

Billionaire CEO, Lucas Rossi allegedly calls off engagement to celebrity heiress, Alva Rogers.

He didn't intend to read further than that, he had no idea how that scandal spun anyway. He didn't intend for the news to be disclosed anytime soon at all, he even expected the Rogers would simply keep silent on the matter for the mean time.

A knock came on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"Come in." He grumbled weakly.

The door creaked open, and Luke walked in, looking as handsome as a carved image in his dark suit. "I have got bad news Lucas."

Luke was an age old friend of Lucas', a personal advisor among all things at that. His position in Lucas' life was very important, no doubt.

"Is it the headlines?" I don't think it's that much of a problem. Luca grumbled, grabbing the cup of coffee before him without staring up.

"It's not the headlines." Luke gritted darkly. "Alva has been posting ill quotes about you on her I*******m story abd spurring drama, it's already hot topic on blogs. You would know that it you simply use your phone and internet for what it's meant for."

Darkness clouded Lucas' eyes. "Have every single one of them deleted. Phone her parents and let them know I will bring down to the very dust, and even beneath it if they don't act very carefully."

"I already did that, it should all be settled in a matter of minutes." Luke smirked devilishly, grabbing the seat in front of him and plopping majestically into it.

"Good." Lucas murmured, adjusting his tie. He knew he could count on Luke a every moment.

"You still haven't told me what I need to know though." Luke frowned in annoyance. "Why did you call it off so suddenly?"

"I rather not speak on the matter." Lucas grumbled.

"Calling it off isn't even the worse of the matter... Picking the maid?! What is wrong with you Lucas?" Luke spat.

"I said I rather not speak on the matter, drop it." His friend insisted coldly.

"No." Luke declared in return. "You won't keep this to yourself, not when it is putting everything we have worked for at risk."

"Your engagement to Alva was clearly for the business benefits alone. That we are all aware of, but then going ahead to call it off and choose her maid? You didn't drink before the engagement do you?" Luke seethed.

"I can't get drunk." Lucas shrugged.

"She is a maid Lucas, I did every possible background check on her. And the worse of it is, she isn't even willing to marry you." Luke continued. "She was here in the rain and stood long enough in it to pass out and need to be attended to, that's not good enough of a hint?"

Anger seeped through Lucas' very veins, he was doing his best not to think about Hazel's rejection, and her Luke was, throwing it in front of his very face. "Close this topic." He growled.

"You know very well discussing this with me would only he beneficial to solving the problem, avoiding it will either not fix it, or simply get it worse." Luke stared intently at him.

"Fine." Lucas growled, leaning into his seat.

"Why did you choose her?" Luke asked again.

Lucas remained silent.

Luke stared at him for many moments. Racking his brain for a possible reason why Lucas would have taken such actions.

They were life long friends afterall, so he should know what would prompt Lucas to make such a decision.

"Is she..." Luke pondered out loud... Eyes shifting to the side..."your..."

"Yes she is." Lucas spat before the question could be completed. "Now get out before I lose it."

A dark look came upon Luke, and then slowly it morphed into a sinister smile. "Really huh?"

"You're going about this the wrong way... You can't force her to marry you, you know?"

"I can." Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. He turned to his desktop and begun to stare intently, moving the cusor around like he was focused on something very crucial on the screen. But Luke suspected it was only an attempt to shy away from the topic at hand. He would not allow it though, this girl in question was far too interesting to ignore.

In all his years of knowing Lucas, several too many years to count, not a single female had caught the attention of Lucas ever. Even when he had taken him to clubs, he sat alone, uninterested and looking far too intimidating to he approached by any woman. It would take a lot of cajoling to get him to even look at any one of those women.

But now Hazel comes into the story, and suddenly Lucas is too eager to have her by him already.

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should." He continued, fingers rubbing his chin softly. He leaned forward trying to take a look at what his friend was looking at on the screen. But he stopped him abruptly.

"You don't have better things do right now?" Lucas glared, looking extremely fed up.

"Oh I do, but this is several times more interesting." Luke grinned, flashing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Leave." Lucas ordered, glaring sternly.

"Come on, tell me, why do you think she said no?" He queried further, clearly enjoying teasing his friend.

"How am I supposed to know?" Lucas glared, yet exasperation was written in his eyes and hidden in his voice.

"I mean... Every sane girl would jump at the chance of being with a billionaire like you huh? So why do you think she said no?"

"Is she... Not sane perhaps."

"Do. Not. Make. Fun of her." Lucas glares with murderous intent.

"Hmm... You're already defensive." His friend murmured playfully. "Do you need tips? You already know I am good with the ladies?" He smirked devilishly.

"Get. Out." He growled in response.

"Fine, I am leaving. But you would be back soon."

"Shut up and leave, Luke." He cut in.

"I am already out." He snapped back.

"Great." He breathed.