Lucien's POV
Gosh, I hate him.
I hate him so much.
"Fuck!" I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, gripping it tighter than I should have.
The car swerved slightly, forcing me to jerk it back into place before I clipped the vehicle beside me.
"Fuck," I muttered again, jaw tightening.
It wasn't just the embarrassment, or Koa continuously hitting me like a damn toddler who needed to be spanked after continuously causing trouble that made me even angrier. It was the fact that my father had to crown my humiliation by making a press release announcing Koa as his son.
It infuriated me so much it stung.
I slammed my hand against the horn, pressing it repeatedly to signal the gate as I approached.
But my phone started buzzing nonstop just then.
I grabbed it, wondering who the fuck was my phone— but my body stilled immediately I saw what I had feared the most.
People were talking about me and no, not in the way I liked.
