When Ethan uncovers the truth behind the murder of his family, he faces a critical choice: Will he let revenge be his weapon, or will he allow the flames of love to burn it away?
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Perhaps our roads were never meant to be crossed, however I alwa...
Long blonde hair tied back, revealing his brown eyes shining, still not as striking as Ethan's. His smile, effortlessly attractive, was enough to make any girl swoon. With a manly physique, height, and muscles, Luke's presence was commanding. When his fingers touched the guitar strings, they played intoxicating melodies that could enchant anyone, man or woman. That's what Women often spoke of Luke, calling him "the guitarist with silky hair."
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Luke sat alone on the couch, the tension from the earlier argument still hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "Looks like I'm the only one here now," he murmured, his voice a whisper of loneliness. He sank deeper into the cushions, fishing a cigarette from his pocket. The flicker of the lighter cast fleeting shadows across his face as he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke curl around him like a shroud. Staring at the wall, his thoughts swirled in confusion. "Hmmmm, really puzzling," he muttered, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling, seeking answers in the patterns of the plaster.
A sharp knock at the door shattered Luke's reverie. He exhaled a long plume of smoke, letting the haze clear from his mind. "I think I know what I'll say," he murmured, rising slowly to answer the door.
Claudia stood there, her eyes downcast, sorrow etched across her delicate features. Her voice, barely more than a whisper, trembled as she spoke, "Is Raphael here? I need to talk to him."
Luke, sensing the weight of her words, couldn't resist his natural inclination for mischief. Leaning casually against the doorframe, he let the smoke curl lazily from his lips. "No, Raphael isn't here," he replied, his tone calm yet teasing. He stepped closer, his face inches from hers, eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you one of Raphael's secret admirers too? Planning to sleep with him tonight?"
Claudia's cheeks flushed, her surprise evident. "Admirers! Me! Sleep with Raphael! For heaven's sake, what are you talking about?" she stammered.
"Come on, Claudia, you can tell me," Luke teased, his smile widening. "Raphael has a lot of admirers, and they all wish to spend a night with him. Do you know why?"
Her curiosity piqued, Claudia's eyes remained averted as she asked, "Wh... why?"
Luke chuckled, leaning yet closer, "And you pretend not to know. How sly you are, Claudia! But okay, i'll tell you.." And just as he whispered in her ear, her cheeks deepened in color, and she responded, "Sex... what are you talking about, Luke!"
Luke's tone dropped, becoming more conspiratorial. "Yes, yes, Raphael is known for being good at sex," his tone now calmer he continued. "Imagine, last night I heard him make two girls cum five times in the first 15 minutes."
Claudia's initial reaction was one of awe. "Woah, that's amazing!" she exclaimed, quickly correcting herself. "I mean, good for him. But I don't care about that. I came to talk to him about your joining us, Luke!"
Luke's sly smile widened. "Hmmmm, okay, I believe you. Maybe you want to talk to him about that. But... maybe you'll be talking while he's inside you. Why else come here to discuss such a boring matter at this time of night?"
