"Of course there are.
Countless women would kill to be taken home by me.
If you're not coming back, this is my perfect opportunity."
Lucas answered without hesitation.
Beauty grabbed him by the throat, her eyes blazing with fury.
"If you dare bring another woman into *my* bed, I swear I'll make sure you never get it up again!"
Lucas smirked, his expression downright devious, as he yanked her closer. His lips curled.
"Looks like my little woman's jealous.
And you know what?
I *love* seeing you like this.
It's proof you care about me."
*Pfft—* Beauty nearly choked on her own rage.
What kind of twisted logic was that?
Did he need her to drag some mistress by the hair and slap her silly before he'd believe she loved him?
*Ugh.
Men.
All the same—disgusting.
Her delicate brows arched sharply as she seized his collar, her voice dripping with venom.
"Listen up—I couldn't care less who you bring home!
Just keep them *off my bed*.
