Lia Collins was drowning in despair after Jordan Lewis's betrayal, and her best friend, Selena Moore, was right there by her side, offering solace with rounds of drinks.
"Drink up! Selena, you know what? There ain't a single good guy left in this world," Lia blurted out, nudging Selena. Selena's cheeks were already flushed, her delicate face showing the obvious signs of being tipsy.
"Lia, come on. I told you a hundred times before, Jordan was trash. You just refused to believe me," Selena said, slurring a bit as she hiccupped and pointed a shaky finger at her friend.
Lia slumped forward, her drink cupped in her hands. "You're right, Selena. I gave him everything, and he still cheated on me. How could he do that? Why would he do that?" Her voice wavered, sounding small and lost, like a little girl searching for home.
"Lia, listen to me. Love isn't just about who does more or sacrifices more. It's about whether he loves you or not. If he doesn't love you, why waste your time crying over him, huh?" Selena, despite her drunken state, still managed to look sincerely at her friend, trying to console her.
Lia's head shot up, and she let out a chuckle. "Wait a minute! How do *you* know so much about love? Don’t tell me you’ve been secretly dating someone behind my back!"
"Oh, please." Selena rolled her eyes lazily. "Just because I haven't had a boyfriend doesn’t mean I can't spot a loser when I see one. Ever heard of books? I’ve read, like, a thousand romance novels. It’s not rocket science, okay?"“Novels, huh? All lies. Where can you find someone that good-looking and devoted in real life?” Lia Collins pinched Selena Moore’s cheek playfully and teased, “Selena, you silly girl.”
“You— you’re the silly one! What are you even staring at? You look so... so shady with that expression,” Selena said, shaking her groggy head in an attempt to clear it.
“Just look over there. That guy is drop-dead handsome.” Lia pushed Selena’s head to make her look in the direction she was pointing.
Sitting in the far corner, Lucas Grant was observing the bustling bar with a detached air. His gaze was cold and emotionless, his high-bridged nose perfectly defined, and his almond-shaped eyes exuded an irresistible allure. Dressed head-to-toe in sleek black, he radiated an unapproachable elegance, like the crowned prince of darkness surveying his domain.
His lips were thin.
Selena, a self-proclaimed fan of good looks, found her head spinning even faster as her eyes fixed on him. Without thinking, she stood up and started swaying toward him.
“Selena, what are you doing?” Lia called after her, alarmed.
Selena pointed at Lucas in the distance, then motioned toward her own lips with her finger. Crooking her finger at Lia, she whispered conspiratorially when her friend leaned closer.
“Lia, I... I’m going to kiss him.”
“What are you even saying? Don’t joke around! You’ve never even had your first kiss!”
Selena rolled her eyes. Of course, Lia was teasing her for still being single. Taking a deep breath, Selena decided tonight was the night. She was determined. That guy was so irresistibly handsome—giving him her first kiss wouldn’t be a loss at all."You... you better watch closely, so you won't keep mocking me later."
Selena Moore staggered towards Lucas Grant. But when she got close to him, her words seemed to dry up.
She stared at him for a while, tilting her head left and right, sizing him up, before pointing her finger at him.
"You... you're seriously good-looking," Selena said, flashing her little tiger-like teeth with a grin.
Lucas's face turned cold instantly. He wasn’t a fan of people pointing fingers at him. However, as he looked up, his gaze collided with her crystal-clear eyes. She was undeniably striking—the kind of beauty that lingered on someone's mind long after. Her figure was alluring, but she looked so young. Yet, those eyes held an innocence that was as pure as spring water.
Selena moved in closer to him.
Lucas’s gaze softened slightly, though his face remained stern.
The scent of liquor mingled with a sweet milky fragrance from her—it teased and tempted his senses, stirring a faint ripple in his otherwise calm demeanor. Strangely, her approach didn’t bother him.
She reached up, brushing her fingers against her lips, and mumbled, "Your lips... they're so pretty."
Lucas said nothing. Instead, he pressed his lips together and silently watched her.
Selena lightly tapped her forehead with her hand.
"Stop moving. You're making my head spin... Why are there so many of you?"
Lucas realized she was completely drunk and already seeing double.Selena Moore stared at the faces around her, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Lucas Grant’s face. For a moment, his body stiffened, and before he could react, her lips pressed against his.
Lucas’s eyes darkened instantly.
From across the room, Lia Collins gasped, her mouth falling open. Was Selena seriously giving away her first kiss just like that?
When Elliot Carter and Ethan Harper arrived, they saw a woman taking the initiative to kiss Lucas Grant—and he wasn’t resisting. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the unexpected scene in front of them.
Lucas wrapped his arm around the girl in front of him, lowering his head as he deepened the kiss. His eyes were as dark as the midnight sky.
Looking down at the girl now in his arms, his expression softened faintly. Selena was panting heavily, her cheeks bright pink. Lucas’s lips curled into a small, thoughtful smirk. Her lips were soft—dangerously so.
“Let go of me! I want to go home!” Selena’s drunken stupor was taking over, and she began to wriggle in his hold. Lucas, whose ears had turned slightly red, gave her a husky warning.
“Don’t move. I am still a man.”
He wasn’t the impulsive type. To him, Selena was nothing more than… someone a little different. For now.