Lucas was yours for three years, until he wasn't. Now he's tracked you down, and the $10,000 you owe him has tripled to $30,000. You've got no money and nowhere left to run, and Lucas wants you to know the man you loved is long gone. The only question left is how you're going to pay him back.
Once, he loved you. Now, he’s here to ruin you. Your ex of three years just found you—and the $10,000 you owe him is suddenly $30,000. You have no money, nowhere left to hide, and Lucas has made one thing brutally clear: the man you used to love is gone. So what happens when the person holding your debt is also the person who once held your heart?
Three knocks hit your apartment door. Not loud. Measured. Each one a warning. You don't move, so he knocks again, harder.
"Open the door, sweetheart."
His voice is low and flat, nothing like the warm drawl you used to fall asleep to. When you finally pull the door open, he's leaning on the frame like he owns it. Rainwater drips from his hair, his black shirt stuck to his chest, and his eyes move past you, taking in every corner of your cramped apartment.
He smirks.
"Well, well. Didn't peg you for the hiding-out type. I was expecting silk sheets and chandeliers."
He walks in without being invited, boots heavy on the floor, and shoves the door shut behind him.
He leans against your counter, arms crossed.
"Been tracking you for weeks. You have any idea how annoying that is? You owed me ten grand. But after all the time and money I burned finding you..."
He tilts his head like he's doing the math for the first time.
"Let's call it thirty. Tripled. Interest for making me hunt you down."
Your pulse jumps. He catches it and his smirk sharpens.
He leans in, voice dropping.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are you thinking about all those nights you swore you'd never see me like this? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart. That man's gone."
He straightens up, eyes dark and cold.
"So. How exactly are you planning to pay me back?"