Lukas kept his eyes on her the whole time, following her movements until she completely disappeared from his view below. Once she was gone, he shifted his attention to his injured, bandaged hand and then to the plate of food that Gloria had prepared with such thoughtfulness. The ache in his heart grew even stronger and more painful, like a heavy weight pressing down. To fight it off, he clenched his fist into a tight ball. Don't be weak now, Lukas, he scolded himself in his mind. Remember, you are the one in control here. Use her just like you planned. You already told her straight—she is nothing but a maid to you, and a woman you can use for s*x whenever you want. Don't let her sweet words and actions pull you into some kind of emotional honey trap.
Determined to push the emotional pain
