Lukas

by Carian Cole

  My hands clench at my sides. “Nothing could be further from the truth. Go to bed.”

  I storm out of the room and go to my own, closing and locking the door behind me. What the fuck was that about? I sit on the bed, feeling sick to my stomach. She’s right; I was a little turned on, and I hate myself for it. I’m not attracted to her like that. It was just a normal guy reaction to a half-naked chick touching me. I would never touch her. I love Ivy more than anything and would never cheat on her, especially with her own daughter. The thought of it makes me sick.

  I should call Ivy right now and tell her Macy is here and how she’s acting, so she can come get her, but then she’ll get all upset and race over here. She’ll have to wake up Tommy and bring him with her, and it will be total chaos. I don’t want to do that to her at three-thirty in the morning.

  Stretching out on my bed, I resign myself to the fact that I’m not going to be able to get much sleep, knowing my fiancée’s daughter is down the hall and just fucking manhandled me like a stripper trying to get an extra twenty bucks. Nothing good is going to come of this. I can feel it.

  IVY

  I DROP TOMMY OFF AT MY parents’ house early Sunday morning, because they want to take him to a matinee and dinner. On the way back home, I decide to bring Lukas our favorite lattes and bagels. More and more, I am leaning toward the idea of moving in with him. We haven’t set a date for the wedding yet, but we both want it to happen within the next year, so we’re going to have to figure out living arrangements soon.

  When he answers the door, he looks surprised and disheveled, wearing old faded jeans and nothing else.

  “Hey! You’re earlier than you usually are.” He lets me in and gives me a quick kiss.

  “You look exhausted,” I say, concerned. “Do you feel okay?”

  He runs his hands through his hair and glances toward the stairs. “Yeah, I just have a bad headache. I’m not really awake yet.”

  Handing him his latte, I go to the kitchen and get him some aspirin.

  “Thanks, love,” he says when I return, swallowing the two pills I hand him. “I didn’t get much sleep. We need to talk.”

  Other than during the time of Vandal’s accident, I’ve never seen Lukas look so out of sorts and distraught.

  “Can I do anything for you?” I ask him, feeling his head for a fever, the mom in me coming out again. I try not to baby him, but sometimes, I can’t stop myself.

  Grabbing my hand, he smiles and kisses it. “No, I’m fine. I just feel bad that you stopped by and I feel like crap.”

  “You’re allowed to have bad days. I just wanted to see you. My parents called last night and asked if I’d bring Tommy by for the day, so now I have the entire day free. You could go back to bed. I’ll lie next to you and read until you feel better.”

  “Whatever,” Ray squawks from his corner, in what sounds like my daughter’s voice.

  I laugh. “Wow, is he mimicking Macy? That’s her trademark word.”

  Lukas looks uneasily at the bird. “Yeah, maybe. He may have heard it on the TV.”

  We go into the living room and sit on the couch, and he looks positively green, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask him, worried.

  “I’m fine, baby. It’s just a migraine.”

  “I still haven’t heard from Macy after our fight last night,” I say, sipping my coffee. “She stayed at Shelly’s house and didn’t even text or call me. She knows how much that upsets me, to not hear from her.”

  “She’ll be okay. It’s just growing pains. You know, trying to be an adult when she’s still a kid.”

  “I know. I just hate fighting with her, and I don’t like her going to parties and drinking.”

  He touches my hand. “We’ll have a talk with her when she calms down, but I have to talk you about—”

  Movement from the top of the stairs catches my eye, and I have to do a double take. My daughter is standing there with nothing but a towel on, her hair and makeup a mess, and she came from the direction of Lukas’ bedroom.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?”

  I’m too stunned to speak. I jump up, spilling my coffee, and look from him to her. He stands quickly, his eyes panicked.

  “Ivy, this isn’t what it looks like. This is what I wanted to talk to you about.”

  Macy stands at the top of the stairs, glaring down at me. “I still have nothing to say to you,” she says to me angrily, then turns to Lukas. “Are you coming back up?”

  Bile rises up to my mouth, and I choke it back before I vomit all over his living room floor. “What the hell is going on here?” I ask, my voice cracking.

  He grabs my shoulders. “Ivy, I swear I didn’t touch her. She was drunk—”

  “Why is she here? Did she sleep here?” I demand.

  “She called me in the middle of the night from a party. She didn’t have a ride, so I went to get her and brought her here so we wouldn’t have to get you upset.”

  “Why the hell is she naked and in your room?”

  “I don’t know! She slept in the guest room. I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing.”

  I look up at my daughter, who’s smirking at us. “Is that true, Macy?”

  She shrugs. “Yeah, he picked me up, but then some stuff happened.”

  Oh my God. My head is spinning. I look at Lukas, shirtless and exhausted looking, his hair a mess, and my daughter, just holding a towel against her. They definitely look like they’ve been up all night doing God knows what. I can’t believe I was this stupid, to trust someone like him.

  “You’re disgusting,” I seethe at him. “How could you do something like this with my daughter?”

  I head for the door, and he slams into me from behind, spinning me around.

  “Look at me, Ivy. Look into my eyes, and you’ll see I’m telling you the truth. You know I would never do something like that. Are you crazy? I love you.”

  I sob and shake my head. “I am looking at you. You’re a mess this morning. You look like you’ve been going at it all night, and I know what that looks like very well.”

  “Ivy, no.” He holds my arms, his fingers digging into me. “I would never do something like that. Fucking ever. I’m just tired. She woke me up in the middle of the night. I had to drive a fucking hour back and forth to get her. I put her in the guest room, but she was drunk and acting crazy, coming on to me. I think she may have taken something. She wasn’t acting herself at all, and she still isn’t. I pushed her away and locked myself in my bedroom. I didn’t touch her.”

  “She came on to you?” I ask incredulously. “For God’s sake, Lukas, she’s just a kid, and she looks up to you. She would never do something like that.”

  His eyes are wild, tears forming in the corners of his bloodshot eyes. “Ivy, I swear to you, I’m telling the truth. You know me. You know I could never do that to you, or her, or our family. What we have is everything to me.”

  I push him away. “I have to get out of here. I’m going to be sick. I can’t look at either one of you.”

  I rip the diamond ring off my finger and hurl it at him. It bounces off his bare chest, and he watches it skid across the floor, stunned.

  “No. Please, don’t do that.” He grabs the ring off the floor and comes back after me. “Please, put this back on. Don’t do this to us. Please,” he pleads.

  I shake my head, confused and just wanting to get away from him. This is just like Paul, only this time, I actually caught him.

  “You did this to us, and I have no idea why! I will never marry another cheater,” I cry, shaking my head, my heart breaking. “I can’t believe you did this to me, Lukas. I trusted you!”

  Throwing the door open, I run out to my car. “Ivy!” He chases after me and catches up to me just as I slam my car door and lock it.

  “Ivy, please, you have to believe me.” He bangs on my window, but I speed out of his parking lot, sobbing uncontrollably.

  I
can’t get the sight of my daughter half-naked out of my mind, smirking at me like she won. Has she been after him this entire time, just pretending she was happy for me? Could she be that conniving? My cell phone starts to blow up with missed calls and texts from Lukas.

  I turn it off, not wanting to hear a word from him.

  Everyone was right, after all. He played me for a fool.

  And my own daughter fell under his spell and betrayed me.

  I can’t trust anyone.

  Lukas was wrong. There is no happily ever after.

  LUKAS

  I RUN BACK INTO MY HOUSE, slamming the door behind me, and fly up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I find her in the guest room, dressed and sitting on the bed.

  “What the fuck did you just do?” I scream in her face.

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember what happened last night.” She stands up and grabs her leather bag and phone.

  “The hell you fucking don’t!”

  “Whatever, Lukas. Thanks for the ride.” She tries to push past me, but I grab her arm.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You’re gonna tell me what the hell you just did and why.”

  Fear settles in her eyes, and I loosen my grip on her arm, but don’t let her go.

  “Why did you take off your clothes and sneak over to my room? You set that whole thing up.”

  “Let me go,” she says, her voice shaking. “And stop yelling at me. You’re not my father.”

  “You’re fucking lucky I’m not. No daughter of mine would ever do something like that. Did your father put you up to this?”

  “No,” she says, looking at her feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t remember anything other than touching you.”

  Fury takes over, and I see red. “Why are you doing this, Macy? I thought we were friends. I thought you cared about your mother.”

  “I do. I guess this just happened.”

  “No!” I yell, shaking my head. “This didn’t just happen. You did this shit on purpose, and I want you to tell me why right fucking now.”

  “Leave me alone!” she yells back at me, and I remind myself that she’s only eighteen. She’s also obviously messed up, and she’s supposed to be my stepdaughter some day.

  I take a deep breath and try to calm myself before I do or say something that I can’t fix. “Macy, please, just tell me what’s going on, all right? I promise I’ll calm down, and I won’t be mad at you anymore. Just tell the truth so I can fix this with your mother, okay?”

  “I don’t remember anything,” she says. “I remember that asshole leaving me at the party and you coming to get me, and us kissing.”

  I grab her shoulders and shake her. “I did not kiss you. You tried to kiss me. I pushed you away, and you know it. Why are you doing this?”

  Suddenly, Vandal is standing in the doorway, looking from Macy to me. “Dude, I’ve been ringing your bell for ten minutes and heard you screaming from the lot. What the fuck is going on?”

  I throw my hands up. “I don’t know. She set me up to make it look like I slept with her, and Ivy believes her.”

  He narrows his eyes at her. “The fuck did you do?”

  “I didn’t do anything.” She cowers away from him and looks toward the door. “Stop looking at me.”

  “You’re lying. It’s all over your face,” he accuses, towering over her. She cringes back from his menacing look.

  “Leave me alone,” she says.

  He backs her into a corner, his six-foot-four frame building a wall in front of her. “If you did something to hurt my brother, I will make you regret it, little girl. Trust me.”

  “Vandal, she’s just a kid,” I remind him.

  He stares her down. “She’s eighteen, old enough to know better and old enough to deal with the repercussions of fucking with people’s lives.”

  She starts to shake at Vandal’s threat. “I just want to go home. I don’t remember what happened.”

  “I can make you remember.” He puts his hand to her throat, barely touching her, but I can see she’s petrified. And she should be. Vandal is a psychopath and not someone to be fucked with. I don’t think he’d really hurt her, but since Katie died, he’s been even more mentally imbalanced than usual.

  “Vandal . . .” I warn.

  “You wanna go a round with me?” he says to her, his voice dark and nasty, like I imagine Satan would sound like. “You want to play games? I’ll show you what that’s really like, baby, and you’ll need a wheelchair to get out of here.”

  Holy shit. My brother is off the rails. “Vandal, stop. Just call her a cab and get her out of here.”

  “No. She’s going to remember. Aren’t you, Macy?”

  She cringes against the wall, tears streaming down her face.

  “Talk. Now,” he commands, his huge frame towering over her. “You want to know what it’s like to fuck with a man? I will show you if you don’t fucking spill it right now.”

  “Vandal!” I yell, grabbing his shoulder. “Enough. She’s family.”

  He glares at her. “Family doesn’t hurt each other.” He pulls out his wallet and throws a fifty at her. “Get the fuck out of here and get a cab.”

  I watch as she picks up the cash and runs downstairs, the door slamming, shaking the house as she leaves.

  Vandal turns to me, his eyes still dark and wild like an animal. “You look like shit, man. Did you—?”

  I stop him dead. “No. Absolutely not. She called me, drunk from a party. I went and got her, and brought her back here. She was acting weird and kept trying to touch me. I pushed her away and slept alone in my room. I would never touch her. She’s the daughter of the woman I love. She’s family to me. You’re a father, Van. Could you do something like that?”

  He stares out the window, his jaw muscles twitching. “I was a father. And I think I could pretty much do anything.”

  I grimace at my bad choice of words. “I’m sorry. I’m not thinking.”

  He crosses the room and slaps my back. “Don’t worry about it. What are you going to do?”

  “Well, obviously, I have to somehow get her to admit that she set this up and get Ivy to believe me.” I pull all the sheets off the bed and throw them in a pile on the floor, wanting all traces of her gone. “She threw my ring at me, Van. It fucking gutted me.”

  He leans against the doorframe and crosses huge arms, his jet black hair flowing down his chest. His looks freak me out most of the time, so I can only imagine the fear Macy felt at being his target.

  “I think the ex had something to do with this, fiddles.”

  Smirking at his sarcastic nickname, I nod in agreement. “I think so, too. That guy fucking hates me and can’t stand that we’re together. I think, when he found out we got engaged, it threw him over the edge.”

  “Want me to go talk to him?”

  Vandal’s method of talking scares me. “Not yet. I need to talk to Ivy, and Macy again when she calms down.”

  He cracks his knuckles. “Just say the word, bro, and I will fuck his shit up.”

  “You really like to hurt people, don’t you?”

  An evil grin crosses his face. “Not all people, but yes, I enjoy a good amount of pain infliction in any form I can give it.”

  I’m glad that gene skipped me.

  After Vandal leaves, I take a quick shower and drive over to Ivy’s house. I take another hit to the gut when I see Paul’s car in the driveway.

  I bang on the door in a fury until she opens the door, teary-eyed and red-faced.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks.

  “What the hell is he doing here?” I shoot back.

  Paul appears behind Ivy in the doorway. “Where the hell is my daughter?” he demands.

  I can’t believe this shit. I’m engaged to her. I’ve fucked her on the kitchen table. Now, I’m standing outside their door while they block the doorway. Together. “She left my house over an hour a
go. My brother gave her money for a cab.”

  Paul pushes Ivy out of the way. “You slept with my daughter then sent her home in a fucking cab?”

  I lose my shit. “I did not sleep with her, and you fucking know it. What the hell is going on? I know you did this, Paul. You did something to Macy to make her lie like this about me.”

  Ivy ramps up, shock all over her face. “Lukas! He would never do anything like that to one of our kids!” she says, defending him. Him. Not me.

  “Neither would I! You know how much I love your kids.”

  Paul gets back in my face, and my fists clench, wanting to punch him right in his smug face. “You’re not their father. Macy is a pretty girl. You took advantage of her when she was vulnerable. You’re lucky I don’t call the cops,” Paul threatens.

  “No one is calling the cops!” Ivy cries. “Lukas, please, just leave.”

  Leave. She wants me to leave. And he’s still here.

  “I need to talk to you. Alone. Please, Ivy.”

  She peers up at Paul. “Give me a minute,” she says to him, and I don’t understand why he’s here, why she’s not telling him to leave. He sneers at me from behind her back and walks away, into her house. Their house.

  I try to put my arms around her, but she backs away from me and crosses her arms. “Ivy, I don’t know what’s going on here. I did not touch Macy in any way, other than to push her off me. Why are you believing all this crap? What is he doing to you? What kind of warped circle of hell is this?”

  Her eyes are red and puffy as she looks up at me. “Macy would never lie to me about something like this, Lukas. She knows how much I love you. I think she was drunk and maybe flirted with you, and you just got caught up in the moment.”

  Her words are like a knife in my chest, stopping my heart for a moment.

  “What?! You think I’m that weak? I have women throwing themselves at me all the time, Ivy. Adult women, not drunk teenagers that have no idea what they’re doing. Do you honestly think I’d risk what we have for a quick fuck with a drunk kid, who’s also the daughter of my fiancée?”