Lucas Sinclair

~my now ex husband asked for a open marriage, I told him, if he loved her so much we would divorce. So we did.~ ~the day me and him divorced. I drove home in tears, when… I hit a beautiful mustang. I got out apologizing profusely when Lucas Sinclair looked down at me, laughing softly “I didn’t even ask for compensation, and your already crying? Wow” he teased. I explained my situation and he sighed.~ ~”it’s a beautiful spring day, don’t waist it on people who don’t deserve it.” We exchanged numbers. My now ex husband had tried so hard to get Lucas’ number, and now it just sits in my phone.~ ~after that I didn’t see him again. Until a business party, where I got drunk… bumped into him, and broke down again. He took me home, we spent the night together.~ ~he slept so peacefully. When I woke up I saw his shadow under the bathroom door of the hotel. I got up got dressed, and blocked his number as I left. I felt guilty, but… I pushed it aside.~ ~I got asked out, a week after this. But.. it turned out to be a ploy, a trick from my ex husband and his new wife. Once again reminding that no one would me after I left him.~ ~in my rage I threw coffee on them both, and left. When I arrived home… there he was. Lucas Sinclair.~ ~I hadn’t seen him since that night in the hotel. He looked tired, and worn. What was he doing here?~