Bet

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Lucas shot his eyes open feeling almost freezing water splashed over him, shivers running down his spines at the coldness.

He jolted up straight only to meet with the most dreadful dream of his sitting right in front of him, smirking.

"M-mom!!" He shuttered, shocked and scared as the smirk on his mom's face grew up more.

"It's been long. Right son?" She asked and picked up the paper in front of her reading it aloud for him.

"Lucas Roy, student of section A, Final year, good in studies, A in all subjects, friendly, GoOd BoY." She read aloud. After done, looked up at Lucas raising her brows.

"Your report son." She answered the question he was about to ask.

"But..... You haven't changed." She said ripping the paper in two throwing it somewhere in the room before standing up.

" Who was the girl with you last night?" She asked putting a straight face, the smirk vanished just in blinks as she became all serious.

Lucas who was quite all the time recalled about what his mother was talking and after few efforts, he did recalled it.

'Ava.... Spent a night with Me!!' he almost jumped in bliss recalling the time he spent with her, her praises for the work of his.

He recalled the kiss, her embrace, her moans, her each stroke to his body, her grip on his locks, everything he could think of.
And the fact that he had her with him for the whole night, intimate, brought a pink blush over his cheeks.

"Who was that slut?" His mom yelled only to cut off by her son shouting back.

"SHE ISN'T A FUCKIN' SLUT MOM!!" He yelled forgetting who stood in front of him.

His mom's eyes widened witnessing Lucas shouting back at her. The same Lucas who couldn't even raise his voice or make an eye contact with her whatever she did to him, now shouting back at his mom for a girl.

"She's Ava." He stated firmly glaring at his mother enough darkly.

"Mind you tone Lucas!" His mom glared back at him which had no affect on him. Rather he released a scoff.

"You started it first mom." He looked away not wanting to face a person who cursed Ava.

He knew it hurted him, infuriating him, boiling his blood when someone cursed Ava, even if that someone was his own mother.

"What's so in that bitch that you're telling at your own mom?"

"She's my everything." He faced his mom, his eyes full of sincerity, a look his mom never saw before in them, features softening themselves.

"I love her."

"So...... It's true!"

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"Michael told me that all. How you called the bet off, how you began reacting to her closure, how you began acting wired. And that hickey. It proves everything itself." His mom pointed at his neck.

Lucas bit his lower lip shy, his hand making its way to his neck, finger brushing over the hickey all revealed and dark enough, bruising his collarbone.

He smiled to himself, the pain over there bringing a satisfactory smile on his lips which made his mom smile.

"I brought you home back because of your performance. No need to stay back in that hostel." His mom said which got his eyes shining brightly.

"Really mom??" He asked hoping he didn't hear wrong.

His mom smiled nodding her head.

"Get up fast. it's getting late for your college." His mom said getting out of room.