Scarlett
Lucas is a master of manipulation. I'm not too sure about what he wants to do after graduating, but I can definitely see him using his skills in the political sphere.
I never planned on Lucas meeting my parents anytime soon - or ever for that matter. If I'm being honest I barely have a relationship with them, so why would I expect my boyfriend to have one with them? But somehow Lucas convinced me into taking a weekend away from my studies to go to Connecticut. Like the lovestruck dumbass that I am, I agreed to it. Now I'm sitting in Lucas' SUV outside of my parents' house on a Friday night, trying to talk myself out of this sticky situation.
"If we leave now, I'll give you head for nothing in return when we get home." I bargain with him.
Lucas sighs and looks over at me, after putting the car in park. "We're already here."
"I'll suck you dry on the way home. Road head. You drive, I suck."
"Your jaw gets tired after five minutes. You wouldn't last the entire ride home, baby girl." Lucas smirks at me, and I roll my eyes at him. "It was one time." The one and only time I didn't feel like sucking his dick for more than five minutes, and he continues to hold it over my head.
"Start driving, and I'll show you how long I can go." I start pulling my hair up out of my face, fully ready to make good on my promise when Lucas snatches my hair tie out of my hand and shoots it in his backseat.
"Scarlett, you can literally suck my dick any other time, but tonight, I really want to meet your parents, so could you please give me this?"
I cross my arms over my chest and pout not caring how childish I look at the moment. I don't know why Lucas is suddenly hell-bent on meeting my parents. Lucas has had this strange fixation on us getting "more serious" (his words not mine), since coming back from his trip to Houston. I officially moved in with him and the guys last week, so I think we're "serious" enough, at least for now.
Not to mention we've been fucking like rabbits recently. Lucas hasn't been able to keep his hands off me, and he's so damn sexy and seducing that it's hard for me to say no. He's been thinking so much with his dick that we had a couple of almost slip-ups of him being so pressed to bury himself in me that he completely forgets protection, but I always remind him. Even though I'm on the pill, I still want us using protection. I'm not trying to become a baby mama.
Lucas' current streak of being slightly too overbearing has something to do with the break-in I think. The timeline makes sense. He comes home from his trip, someone takes out all their anger on my belongings, and now he's clingy.
Speaking of that, the police still haven't been able to figure out who trashed my dorm and did $8,598 worth of damage to my precious car. When Lucas' friend at the mechanic shop he hangs out at, told me how much it would cost to repair the damage done, I almost had a heart attack. There was no way I could afford the cost even with help from the insurance company and the "friends and family" discount Luis gave me, but as always Lucas came to my rescue and footed the bill. While I appreciate his help tremendously, it's another thing that I'm going to have to repay him for eventually. At the rate I'm going with him, I'm going to have to take out loans to pay him back.
"Whatever let's just get this over with so you can stop pestering me about meeting them." I jump out of the truck, making sure to slam the door behind me, so he knows that I'm not happy with this situation.
Flashbacks of my last visit here cloud my mind, as I'm making my way to the door. Last time I was in Connecticut, I went on a bender that resulted in me going back to rehab. I can hear the blood in my ears rushing as my heart beats wildly in my chest. I'm not nervous to see my parents. I'm nervous about being somewhere that's so close to my past.
