Hitting on the hitman

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I looked down and I was laying on a wet Lucas with a towel around his waist. He was drenched. His hair had gone completely black from the water in it and his abs were on full display. He was looking up at me with a smirk on his face and I felt the heat on my cheeks and my skin burn.

"Jesus, Jess! If you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask."Lucas burst out laughing his dimples showing and his wet hair pressed against the floor. I sat up sliding off of him. Brushing myself off

Great, now my jumper's wet.

"Why the hell are you wet?!" I hissed brushing myself off. "And why the hell didn't you answer me! And why the hell-"

I looked back at him he was standing there with his arms crossed. Water was dripping down his chest and face. Then I noticed something I hadn't before. Lucas had a scar on his chest. He was trying to cover it with his arms but it still showed.

I walked up to him and moved his arm out of the way. He was reluctant but he let me.

"How did you get that?"

"Someone gave it to me." He swallowed.

It ran from his kneck to his stomach, not like a scratch but a gash as if someone had tried to cut him in half, but it was perfect, straight and deep.

I gently touched it with the tips of my fingers, the skin had a perfect line where it met from smooth to rough and scarred tissue.

It was such a strange thing to consider, that someone as tough as Lucas Allard could have been cut open like this. That someone could even do this to him at all.

"Who?" I asked looking up at him.

"The guy who is second in command for the mafia. Gray," He confessed tensely.

"I, I'm sorry," I stuttered speechlessly.

"It's nothing. Just a reminder of what I'm fighting for." He smiled. "Really, don't worry about it," He took my hands off him gently and took a step back before pushing his soft wet hair back with his hands.

Wow. He hit hard when he was wet. when I'm wet I'm a mess. My hair is all in my face and -

"You finished checking me out yet?" He mocked.

I felt my face getting red again so I quickly looked away.

"I-I'm not checking you out! You're the one walking around topless!" I stuttered trying to hide my red face.

"This is my room nerd. You're the one breaking in." He chuckled.

"Well, why didn't you answer me when I called you!"

"I had earphones in geez, Sorry mum."

I looked over to him and he did have earphones in his hand. He walked over to his draws and pulled about a bunch of black clothes.

"Well, I'm going to get dressed. I would invite you to watch but I don't want to be told about my terrible fashion sense again by a nerd," He smirked before he went into the bathroom and shut the door.

What just happened. Should I wait for him? Should I go into his living room? Should I leave his apartment altogether? Where is Hunter? Why am I even wearing this?

I walked over to Lucas's mirror and looked at myself. God, I looked bad. let's just say that having black leather bottoms and a massive fluffy jumper did not match. But before I even had time to decide whether to leave or not he was out of the bathroom and changed. I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"So Hunter told me to come here?" I asked.

"Yeh, we are gonna leave for the nightclub in a minute. The other guys have already left." He explained rubbing his hair dry with a towel.