Just A Bit Ruthless

"I like you, Luke."

Luke looked away from the plate, looked up the restaurant, and finally settled on the man sitting across the table.Dominic Bomer's dark, still eyes met his.

Dominic has a handsome, resolute face, brown hair cut in a fashionable style, dark eyes, a thin and sensual mouth, and olive skin that suggests he seems to be of Mediterranean descent.He was only four years older than Luke at 27, but he exuded a calm, straightforward aura, coupled with unassuming confidence, that made him look older than his age.

It was James who introduced them to each other.He and James...the two didn't talk about what happened a week ago (Luke preferred to pretend that his meltdown in the alley didn't happen), but James seemed determined to make Luke Get out of that incident, and arrange this blind date for him and Dominique.Dominique is a distant cousin of James. Although he is only a descendant of the James family, he has a successful career at the age of 27 and owns a luxurious personal office in Glica. , one floor higher than Luke's.

Note ①: Grayguard, that is, the financial company opened by James' family.

"Is that so?" Luke pursed his mouth and said to Domini with a ridiculous smile. "I don't know why you feel that way."

Dominique took a sip of the wine. "Do you want to hear compliments?" His voice was nice, low and hoarse, and looked quite sexy.

"No, I know I look good." Luke smiled more obviously. "It's just...I heard James say something about you. You don't think highly of those rich kids who are born with silver spoons in their mouths. This is quite interesting. You are also related to a bunch of nobles .”

Dominique chuckled, but didn't deny it. "It must be because of your dimples. I've always been weak against dimples."

Luke had to smile back.They're flirting, right?Flirting is a good thing.James will praise him later.

Dominique's expression suddenly became serious. "Look, I'm going to get you straight. I don't want any misunderstandings here, I want us to be on the same page." He looked Luke in the eye. "I'm tired of hanging out at nightclubs, and I'm fed up with casual dating. At this stage, I want a husband and a bunch of children to love and love." Dominique shrugged. "I really like you, but if you're not interested in a serious relationship, you'd better bring it up to me now."

Luke swallowed, trying to suppress the panic welling up in his heart.That's nice, isn't it?That's what he's always been after.Dominic is handsome, imposing but not arrogant, confident but not domineering, kind and friendly, but not humble or cowardly.He had a sexy voice, and he had a toned body underneath that suit.He also wants to have children.Dominique hit all his favorability points.He was perfect, the man of his dreams.

Luke raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, buying himself a little time.

Dominique smiled slightly, with an interesting expression on his face. "I'm not proposing or anything," he said, reaching across the table to take Luke's other hand.His hands are big and warm. "I don't want to scare you. I just mean, I kind of like this guy in front of me - that smile on your face doesn't lie - I really want to know more about you. Would you like to know more me?"

This request is very reasonable.

Luke smiled back at him and nodded, trying to ignore the flustered feeling in his heart.

The next appointment went well.Dominique is very talkative.He is good at both listening and maintaining a conversation.He's funny, witty, and engaging.Luke likes him.Like him very much.

After dinner, Dominique bought a bouquet of flowers for Luke on the way back to his residence, and kissed him politely before parting, his eyes full of goodwill and interest.

All in all, everything went so smoothly.

Later that day, as Luke gazed at the bouquet of white roses on the bedside table, he thought to himself: Dominique is pretty much the perfect thing he's been looking for all his life.

He fell asleep, with a faint smile on his mouth, thinking of their next date, he was still happy and full of optimism.

He dreamed of a pair of rough and domineering hands, a pair of ice-blue eyes, and a heavy and fiery body pressing on him.He woke up, short of breath, panting, desire and hunger wrapped around his body like an electric current-he had never felt anything like this before.

Tears of anger welled up in my eyes.It's not fair.He didn't want that.What he wanted was Dominique.What he wanted to dream of was Dominique, the embodiment of the perfect man he'd always wanted.

He wondered what Roman was doing now.

Luke groaned in frustration.Stop thinking about that person, idiot.A month had passed since he escaped with the help of Vlad and Anastasia, and he doubted that Roman would have that spare time to think about him.Even if Roman thought about it, he was probably angry because he lost an important weight to deal with Luke's father.Or maybe, to him, Luke wasn't such a big deal at all, and Roman didn't even think about his escape, or even notice it.

It annoyed Luke to think he'd acted like a fool on this assumption.It was this sentimentality that justified his escape in the first place.Going at that speed, in a few days, Roman will be able to tune him into a tool for venting his desires with nothing but pleasure in his head. By then, even if he is imprisoned, he will have no complaints, and no matter what The man who kidnapped him can play with him whenever he wants to.

There was one other thing that kept lingering in his mind: It had been a month, and everything was uneventful.Although Luke didn't expect Roman to care about him enough to try to kidnap him again, he kept thinking about what revenge Roman would do to his father.But so far, nothing happened.There is something unsettling about this quiet situation.Even if Roman didn't take Luke seriously, he obviously took revenge on Luke's father in his heart... right?

Luke sighed, turned over on the bed, embraced the pillow, tried to focus on Dominique, and told himself: he didn't need to pay attention to his father's problems anymore.He had made up his mind, and he never wanted to deal with gangsters, drug dealers, or all kinds of criminal activities.As far as he knew his father, it was not enough for him to care about this person, and the information about his father he learned from Roman did not increase his favor with that person.He doesn't love his father, and his father certainly doesn't love him either.When Luke told his father that he didn't know who kidnapped him, the other party immediately stopped paying attention to him. From this point, it was very clear that his father didn't love him.

"You're a piece of shit," Richard Whitford dropped the words and walked away.Luke didn't take it to heart—his father had been cold for a while—but when James asked him to work for his family's company, he accepted without hesitation.He no longer wants to work hard to be a good son.He has had enough.Let Dad and Roman fight to the death, he doesn't care.Luke didn't care about either of them.He wants to be himself happily, he wants to live happily, and never care about those things in the past again.

Luke took that to heart, closed his eyes, and locked his thoughts on Dominique's smile.

The next day, the helicopter my father was flying in crashed in Colombia.