Chapter 134
Megan had always steered clear of those flashy downtown nightspots.
Sullivan hated them, and that was reason enough to avoid them. But since she no longer cared what Sullivan thought, Megan found herself accepting Lucia’s invitation to hit the town.
The music in the bar was deafening, but Lucia seemed to thrive in the chaos, her body swaying to the beat with practiced ease. always been drawn to the glittering nightlife, a remnant from her less–than–gilded childhood.
Pouring Megan a glass of red wine, Lucia exclaimed, “This stuff goes straight to your head!”
Megan pulled her into a seat, her voice barely above a whisper, “Why here, of all places?”
She was worried about Lucia.
She had
Nobody knew that Lucía had lost her hearing in her left ear as a child, an injury sustained during a violent encounter with some thugs who were hounding her parents for debts. Megan had begged Wyatt to spare no expense on the best ENT specialists in Borough City, but the damage was irreversible.
Lucia seemed caught off guard for a moment before she brushed her raven hair aside and chuckled, “That’s an old wound; it doesn’t hurt anymore. Life’s too short not to live it up. To hell with Sullivan, Timothy, Cressida, all of them can fuck off!”
Right then, a fresh–faced twenty–something guy approached Megan, asking for her number.
Megan was about to decline when Lucia, her fingernails painted a vivid scarlet, gently caressed the boy’s hand, making him blush furiously. With a giggle, Lucia teased, “Aren’t you just adorable?”
She snatched Megan’s phone and added the young man before Megan could protest. With an apologetic smile, Megan said to the boy, “My friend’s had a bit too much to drink!”
The young man seemed clean–cut and well–mannered. He brushed off the incident with a polite “No worries” and returned to his friends‘ table.
Megan didn’t dwell on the exchange; instead, she turned her attention back to Lucia, who was now guzzling wine and ranting, “Did you know Timothy’s getting engaged? He’s found a girl from his own social circle. I met her at a fashion show once drop–dead gorgeous and icy as hell. I bet she keeps that frosty face even in bed! Timothy, that bastard, is trying to cut me loose without a second thought, sleeping with me while he courts her. Men are such jerks!”
Megan was taken aback.
She had thought Timothy had a soft spot for Lucia. How could he suddenly be getting engaged?
Lucia continued to vent, vowing to take Timothy down a peg before breaking it off, then use his money to make a fool out of him with a string of affairs.
“And just how do you want to take me down a peg? Shall I give you some advice?” A male voice interrupted.
Megan looked up to see Timothy nodding at her before he scooped up Lucia, slurring and drunk. “I’m taking her home. You want a lift, Megan, or are you staying?”
Megan didn’t much care for the place, but she felt like sitting alone for a while, and perhaps Timothy and Lucia needed to talk, despite Lucia’s inebriated state.
As Timothy hoisted Lucia to his car, he still found the presence of mind to call Sullivan and inform him that Megan was being bothered by men at the bar, suggesting he come to fetch her.
After the call, Lucia vomited all over Timothy’s luxury car, treating it like a gutter.
Timothy, unfazed by the mess, glared at the woman who was now struggling with her sickness and muttered, “You could use a dip in the river to clean up.
Lucia regained some clarity and leaned back in the leather seat, her feminine curves on display. She smirked with half–lidded eyes, “And you think you’re any cleaner, Mr. Lawson, parading around with that dirty cucumber of yours? Does your fiancée not mind? Isn’t she afraid of catching something?”
Timothy had never hidden his other affairs from Lucia. There was no point; she was nothing more than a paid diversion, a plaything that couldn’t be taken seriously,
Hearing her taunt, he grabbed her injured ear and whispered menacingly, “I’m riddled with diseases, and tonight, I’ll pass every single one to you.”
But Lucia couldn’t hear from that ear. She looked at Timothy, bewildered, “What did you say, Timothy?”
His patience had run out. He dragged her out of the car and into a nearby five–star hotel, intent on having his way with her as swiftly as possible….
Chapter 135
Megan was slightly tipsy.
