LUCAS MENDOZA

Season-1| Episode-3 : Tension

Dawn paints the sky in hues of pink and orange, but inside the villa, the world is still asleep. Except for Rachel. Who had barely slept, she stands before her wardrobe, her eyes scanning the rows of dresses. A sigh escapes her lips as she selects a simple black hood and a jean, the only one that seems appropriate for her mission.

Maria awakens by the noise, stirs, her eyes fluttering open. "Mom?" she mumbles, rubbing her sleep-filled eyes.

Rachel quickly turns, a guilty look on her face. "Sorry, Maria. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Are we leaving?" Maria asks, her voice filled with hope.

Rachel hesitates, her heart aching. "No, Maria. Remember what I told you. I have to go alone."

"But Mom, Sir Lucas the house owner said she'd find a friend to help," Maria pleads.

"I know, but I have a plan, just let me do it in my own way," Rachel insists, her tone firm. "Don't you trust me, Maria?"

Maria's eyes fill with tears. "I trust you mom, but I don't want to be left alone here."

Rachel's heart softens. "Nothing will happen to you, Maria. I promise. Remember, God is in control and your father will never let anyone hurt you."

"But mom, please let me help you."

"Maria, you're not listening. Go to bed and rest, you will have to be patient. I will be back very soon, do as I say," Rachel orders firmly.

Maria silently obeys, her eyes still brimming with tears. She turns back to her bed, where she lies before pulling the covers over her head.

Rachel watches her daughter for a moment, her heart heavy. Then, she turns and leaves the room. She slips out of the villa, her footsteps barely audible on the dewy grass.

As she walks, she can't shake the feeling of unease. The thought of leaving Maria alone fills her with dread. But she knows she has to do this. Outside, the morning air is crisp and cool. Rachel pulls her hood over her head, the darkness concealing her face. She walks quickly, her mind racing with thoughts as she passes through the villa's gates. She catches a glimpse of Mr. Parker, "Don't obstruct Sir Lucas's guest," he orders into his walkie-talkie, while his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

Meanwhile, at the police station, Rosario paces impatiently in his cell. The night has been long and torturous, and he is desperate to be free. He has argued with the guards, insisting on his innocence, but they have refused to listen.

"How many times do I have to tell you I didn't steal this car?" he shouts at the guard. "It belongs to my friend Lucas. You're keeping me illegally."

The guard ignores him, his face impassive. "We don't take orders from a detainee," the police officer replies. "You should be happy our sergeant insisted you should be treated with some privileges else I would have loved to see you talk like that while mixed with other detainees."

Rosario's anger flares. "Keep talking like that, and I'll make sure you lose your job when I get out of here."

The police officer simply turns away nodding head, refusing to engage with Rosario any further. Left alone, Rosario closes his eyes and tries to calm himself. He knows he has to stay focused. He has to find a way to get to Lucas.

On the other side, at lorry's house, she lies sprawls across her bed, her room a testament to her opulence. The walls are adorned with lavish silk tapestries, depicting scenes of exotic landscapes. The ceiling is a masterpiece of intricate gold leaf, sparkling with a thousand tiny stars. the Morning sunlight filters through sheer curtains, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the room. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint hum of a hidden ventilation system. The silence is so profound that it creates an intense feeling of intimacy and isolation, a reflection of her own inner turmoil. Her body is a tangled mess of limbs. She lies there, confused and drunk, her eyes, starring at the ceiling. She replays Virginia's words in her mind. "Lucas is always unpredictable." this is a mantra she has repeated to herself countless times, a way to justify her own cowardly behavior. But deep down, she knows that her actions are not simply a result of Lucas's unpredictability but also a reflection of her own desperation and loneliness. She thinks about what Lucas used to tell her, "Lorry, you know I care about you all? Anything you need, always ask me, okay?". "What if I told you this time, Lucas, what I need is your touch, roughly hard on me?" she murmurs to herself. A wave of desire washes over her, a desperate need for physical pleasure. She pushes her phone away and begins to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. She slips one hand in between her legs, rushing onto her pubis with two fingers. Slightly caressing her little unshaved hairs before fondling her clitoris in a circular motion while the other hand travels from one nipple to the other, lightly pinching its tips. As she touches herself, her mind drifts back to Lucas. She imagines her strong hands, her gentle touch, her hot tongue fractioning in between her legs. She yearns for her presence, for her love. A moan escapes her lips as her fingers dive deeper into her openings moving to and fro. Yet she knows that her fantasies are just that - fantasies. Lucas is in a relationship with Sophia, and even if Lucas wasn't, she had no chance because, Lucas sees her as a family member. Lost in her own world, Lorry climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. But as the afterglow fades, a sense of emptiness returns. She is alone, isolated, and lost. she knows that things are never going to change unless she tries, hence dreading her courage to expose a deceitful result.