Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.

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London, England

The drug induced slumber lasted over twelve hours for Luke. After Jennifer had left him to the goons who had made a deal, he was escorted to a secret location among a warehouse in London. They threw him in the back of a van before making the long drive out. The drug sleep lasted so long, as his body had to be moved inside of the warehouse where he would remain hostage. During the slumber, Luke had odd dreams witnessing himself trapped in some maze while running from away from a giant ball. On the walls in the dream was a number written in pink lipstick various times: xxx-xxx-xxxx. It was the cellphone number he had memorized in the day leading up the events of meeting with Jennifer.

Within the dreams, Luke saw himself confronted by two women: Lucy Pinder and Jennifer Ellison. The thoughts of his betrayal and cheating on Lucy were already in his conscious. The events of yesterday created a tremulous situation, one that would come with many consequences. He had cheated on Lucy with Jennifer, sparking the old flame as he allowed his former lover to seduce him. At the same time, he had not a clue what was going in the awakened world. He had been stripped of his jacket and tied up to a chair with his hands cuffed behind his back. By the time he began to awaken, a blurry vision was caught in his eye sights while he gazed forward at what appeared to be a tall older man standing and wearing a dark green suit. With a smug grin, the older man began to speak.

"Wakey, wakey dear boy..."

As Luke came to his senses, he felt the restraints over his wrists and then looked down, realizing that a brown rope was tied over his chest and he was bound to a chair. His ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair, forcing him immobile completely by restraints.

"Remember me?"

The old man was none other than Malcolm Green standing before him. The same man who offered Luke and his best friend Peter a business opportunity in Ibiza back a few months ago. The older man shoved his hands in his pockets, appearing pleased at the situation. Behind him stood two tall men in suits. Luke finally came to his senses from awakening and blurting out.

"What the fuck is this!? Where am I and who the fuck are you!?"

"You must be slow when you first wake up, my boy. You don't remember me? I'm Malcolm Green, we had a meeting not that long ago..."

Suddenly, Luke caught the old man in his memory and snapped awake.

"Oh...It's you! You're that old guy who works for that fucking rich kid."

"You've caused a lot of trouble lately for that 'rich kid' so to speak. Nigel Taylor says hello!"

"What is this and how the hell did I end up here!?"

"Oh, you forget, don't you? You just couldn't help but be seduced by an old friend of yours. Women truly are your weakness, I have heard, Mr. Evans."

Luke's eyes wandered around the room. It appeared to be a warehouse of some sort, loaded with crates and materials throughout the building. A table across from the chair had his jacket and all of his accessories from within neatly arranged on the table. He could've easily guessed that the goons had went through his cellphone. The old man continued speaking to him, despite Luke's attention waning to other things. He didn't listen to the muttering words, paying it no attention as he went over the current situation in his mind. Was this all a set up to keep him hostage? Or was it worse and would end with death? Fear was beginning to settle with his stomach.

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Two days had passed since Lucy Pinder last heard a word from her boyfriend Luke. It appeared that he had gone missing when she was expecting him to return back to the hotel. She wasn't worried at first until midnight had passed yesterday and calling his phone went straight to voice mail. She left text messages, numerous calls trying to reach him. After forty eight hours, she definitely feared for the worst at this point. She tried to call Michelle, thinking perhaps he talked to her. Lucy had remembered her last conversation with Luke was giving him Michelle's new cell phone number. Her friend had not spoken to him, leaving Lucy wondering what to do next.

After taking a quick shower, she made herself breakfast while sending a text message to Peter. He was Luke's best friend after all, but even Peter was surprised at Luke's disappearance and had not the slightest clue of his whereabouts. The most Lucy could do was continue texting and calling his cellphone, hoping that eventually he would answer and let her know what was going on. Lucy wouldn't know what could've possibly happened to Luke. Peter offered no suggestions whatsoever. He simply vanished almost in thin air it seemed. While she sat and ate her breakfast, she kept the phone on the table hoping for it to begin ringing at any moment.

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2 HOURS LATER

"Oh-"

"Take that, you stupid fucking piece of shit!"

A fist slammed into Luke's stomach as he cried out in pain. He had been moved from the chair, handcuffed to a chain that was attached to the ceiling. As he dangled there, his body moving with each punch. The other thug came forward, rearing his fist back before slamming it into Luke's left eye. Then another punch came from the opposite man, again in the gut. With yet another punch to his face, blood flew out of his mouth and onto the floor. In the distance, Malcolm stood in arrogant triumph as he watched Luke take the beating. Over and over, the men would rear their fists back and deliver blows into his face and his chest. After a bit of time, Malcolm snapped his fingers to take a break.

"Alright, alright. That's enough for now, let him breath."

The two men stepped back, revealing Luke with a trail of blood running from the right corner of his mouth. The bruises were already beginning to form on his face, around his eye and with swelling in his cheek. More bruises were felt on his ribs, as he didn't feel good whatsoever. If this was the price he paid for cheating on his love Lucy, then it was worth it. No amount of guilt could make up for it, but he truly felt miserable both emotionally and physically. Malcolm watched a string of blood drip from his lower lip before speaking up.

"You took something from Nigel Taylor that he desperately wanted."

"Wha...what are you talking about?"

A laugh was heard from the old man.

"Don't act stupid, my boy! You've become the agent to a highly sought after piece of beauty. The one model that's future should belong to Perfect Kiss."

Suddenly, it all made sense. Lucy Pinder, his girlfriend and client. Luke swallowed the blood in his mouth before replying with her name.

"Lucy..."

"Yes, that's correct! If you don't want to take another beating, how about you call her? Tell her about your guilty conscious. Then, tell her to sign with Perfect Kiss Modelling. We can end this now if you do the right thing."

This was something that Luke had to think about. Allowing himself to be seduced by Jennifer had led to this. Not only had he cheated on Lucy, he now had put her in danger with a man who desperately wanted her with his company. Could he take the offer and call her now? Luke thought hard on it. He didn't care about his own safety and well-being. The beating was worth it, if it meant that he could keep Lucy out of harm's way with sinister businessmen. Luke knew exactly why Nigel Taylor would want Lucy, she was still the most famous glamour model from Britain. Other than that, Luke felt he deserved some pain and punishment for cheating on her. He didn't look back at the old man, instead shaking his head before yelling out to him with his answer.

"No, fuck you! You can beat me senseless, I don't fucking care! I will not give her up to you and that spoiled rotten rich kid!"

Malcolm was not amused with this answer.

"You display such arrogance. Very well, then..."

He turned to look back at the two men behind him. Giving them a nod, he spoke again.

"Go ahead, make him bleed."

Taking a few steps back, the old man watched as his goons came forward to Luke's chained body once again. This time, the first punch went straight into his right cheek, followed by the other thug punching him in the nose and busting it wide open. Blood began to run out of both nostrils, mixing with the sweat that was flowing from his head due to the heat of the room. Luke had no idea the true plot that was unfolding. Word was passed around by the street to his best friend Peter. This had all been a plan to hopefully obtain Lucy Pinder as an asset with the company, and putting Luke into obscurity forever as a broken freelance model agent who fought the bigger machine and lost.

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'I knew it! I knew we shouldn't have just told that old bastard to piss off like that! I knew this would come back and bite me in the ass some how!'. Peter sighed while speaking to himself. He had heard a rumor just an hour ago that Luke was taken hostage with Malcolm Green, as courtesy to Nigel Taylor. The first thing he did was text Lucy, alerting her that he had some information about Luke. He then took a taxi ride back to the apartment she shared with Luke. After entering the building, he stormed up the stairs and to the room number. Upon knocking, Lucy swung the door open to greet Peter with a face of confusion and worry.

"Oh god, tell me you've found him Peter! I've been sitting here worried sick all day."

"I haven't found him, but I have some news."

Lucy shut the door after Peter stepped in. Her eyes never left the man, as she watched him move to the couch and sit down. Lucy spoke up again.

"Well, what is it!? I am worried sick!"

"Luke's stepped on some pretty big toes, to put it simple. I fucking knew it! I told him to think twice about this whole deal!"

The brunette glamour model was bewildered by his words.

"What...what are you speaking of?"

Peter sighed, leaning over as he ran his hands through his curly brown hair.

"Nigel Taylor. That's the guy who Luke has enraged. It happened back when he met you, way back then. I knew this would come back and hurt us some how. I tried to tell Luke not to piss that guy off, but he lets his pride get in the way of thinking."

Lucy's heart sank for a minute. She recognized that name, how could she not? Just yesterday she had a personalized email from Nigel Taylor and Perfect Kiss Modelling. She thought it over, now realizing that Luke's problems were intertwined with hers. Taylor wanted her to sign to his company, he had made the offer. Lucy swallowed her breath before speaking up to Peter.

"Oh...Oh god, this is my fault."

Peter raised his head from his hands, looking back at her before shaking his head.

"No, how is this your fault!? That don't-"

"It is! Nigel Taylor personally contacted me recently. He wants me to join Perfect Kiss. I guess he figured I would ditch Luke and sign to a bigger company."

Suddenly, it all made sense. The problems with Nigel Taylor and Luke. Peter realized at this moment that Taylor must have wanted Lucy bad enough to plot something like this. It seemed like blackmail. Lucy had figured the puzzle out almost immediately. She had to think of something to try and rescue Peter. Her first thought was meeting Nigel Taylor himself, offering her body for a night of sex. Perhaps that would be enough to free Luke from his hostage situation. Lucy truly loved him, for he was the only reason that she had any desire to do glamour modelling again. When no words were spoken, she let out a sign and continued on.

"Do you think you could get me in contact with him? I've got an idea."

"What's your idea, Lucy?"

"Nigel Taylor wants me. Maybe I can get him to let Luke go if I deal with him."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Lucy? I can get you in contact with him, but I need to know if you're 100% positive about it."

She nodded.

"Yes, I can do it. I am in love with Luke, I don't want to leave him like this suffering. If you can get a hold of someone that knows Nigel Taylor, tell him Lucy Pinder wants to make a deal with him."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. Just hang tight, this might take me a day or two."

Letting out a heavy breath, Lucy had to think for herself. She would come up with a plan tonight. It was the least she could do, to try and free the man she loved. Peter left her alone after an hour, allowing Lucy to return back to her loneliness lost in thoughts. As she thought of something, she decided to call her friend Michelle and discuss it over. A second opinion would come in handy, but more than anything, Lucy wanted to hear her advice. Despite her own experience over the years, Michelle had been around longer and always was a great voice of judgement.

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1 DAY LATER

A man living in a nightmare spent it bruised and beaten for the evening. After taking quite the beating, Luke was fed a sandwich and forced to drink water from one of the men before they moved him from the chain and made him sleep on the floor of the warehouse in complete darkness. His hands were still cuffed and his feet were tied up. There was no way he could escape anyway on his own. Luke was positive that one of his ribs had been cracked. As he lay in the darkness and fell asleep among the pain, he thought about that phone number that he had memorized just days earlier before his life had turned to hell: zero-two-two, two-four-four, eight-four-eight-seven. With the phone number memorized, his first thought if he could make it out of this situation alive, he would be calling Michelle for help.

Within the other side of town, there was another man who was eager to talk business with the woman who called herself Luke's lover. Nigel Taylor had come down from the ivory tower of his penthouse suite in London and was ready to talk with Lucy. The rich playboy business man had a smug grin over his face when he looked back into the gold-plated mirror during the morning. The man stood tall, always wearing a suit that costed a few thousand dollars from American tailors. His hair was dark brown and always slicked back. There was never a single hair on his face after a morning shave. His body was a skinny build, nothing out of the ordinary. Though he had spent the better part of his life riding on his father's coat tails, he was confident as a business man with the launch of Perfect Kiss modelling.

Last night, he had been contacted by one of his office assistants that Peter had reached out and wanted to talk. An hour later, another call came in that Lucy Pinder herself wanted to talk to him this time around. Nigel always had a number of men in town to watch over things with the modelling businesses. Agents knew of them and could get in contact and pass a word around. A deal had been arranged for Lucy to wait for a limousine to pick her up outside of her hotel. Nigel was well aware of where she lived, as he had people keeping his eyes on Luke the past week to set up this entire plan. One way or another, the man was confident that he would have Lucy with his Perfect Kiss modelling company. He was going to own her by the contract, completely eliminating Luke as a freelance agent.

The head office to Perfect Kiss was located in Westminster. The luxurious building stood several stories high. While it wasn't a skyscraper, it was impressive in it's own right. The building had a luxury hotel attached to it, all part of the business itself. With several expensive modelling studios, the hotel was treated as a side piece for the business. The hotel was often called the "pleasure palace", following whispers of rumors that spoke of the wild nights that went on in the upper floors. Lucy would be escorted to the building from the limo as Nigel had made it to his office and awaited her. Among his desk, he had assorted photos that he could not wait to reveal to her. This was all more than just meeting, it was a bargain chip to seduce this beautiful women to signing a contract with him.

As she sat in the backseat of the limo, Lucy sighed. She dressed in a black shirt with straps, pushing her heavy large breasts up. Below, she had on a pair of black matching tight pants and high heels. Over her shirt was a blue denim button up jacket. She had convinced herself last night that she could possibly lure Nigel Taylor with the art of seduction. She didn't want to cheat on Luke, but if it were to save his life, then it was worth it. Her love had only grown stronger from this recent development with his kidnapping. Last night, she talked to Michelle over the phone, discussing her plan with her.

Michelle tried to talk Lucy out of it, but to no avail. Lucy was convinced she could offer herself to Nigel and make a deal. Michelle told her it was useless and that in the worst case scenario, he could kidnap her to. Lucy didn't want to hear it, but there was substance in Michelle's warning. While sitting in the back of the limo, Luke remained the only thing on her mind. The vehicle itself was fancy with gold and leather interior. Though Lucy had seen much grandiose things in her life, this was something else. She wondered to herself from the perspective of an upcoming model, they could almost become hypnotized by this kind of luxury and a smooth talking businessman to whisper in their ears. Already in the back of the limo, she was beginning to feel like this could possibly be a trap and she was going directly into the spider's web.

She had witnessed many things over the course of her career that would seem unbelievable from an outsider. Experience had taught Lucy to be prepared for anything with this meeting. When the limo pulled through the parking garage, she swallowed her breath before four bodyguards began to escort her from the garage and into the building. Several minutes later, she began to feel nervous standing in a gold-plated elevator that was moving up to the top floor of the office building. The bodyguards were tall muscular black men in suits, but Lucy didn't find them to be intimidating to her eyes. Everything was moving so quickly with the pace of the day. After a long elevator ride up, she was escorted down a marble stone floored hall and to a large black door with gold plated interior. There was no name plate, but it was pretty obvious who's office it was.

"Go ahead and knock. When he's ready, he'll open the door for you."

One of the bodyguards spoke to Lucy in a stern tone. The four men walked off, leaving the glamour model to herself at the door. She bit her lower lip, almost afraid of what awaited her behind the door. It was too late anyway, it wasn't like she could turn around and walk away. Lucy raised her right hand and softly knocked on the door with her knuckles. A few seconds later, a voice called out beyond the door.

"Come in!"

She placed her hand over the gold knob, looking at what appeared to be a round diamond over the knob. it sparkled when she turned the knob and opened the door. Lucy stepped into the office, her eyes gazing forward at the immense space. The marble floor under her was so shiny, she glanced into her reflection from looking down. There was a red carpet over the floor and then a large desk that was made with a black marble top and gold, a few stacks of folders and papers among it. The man himself was nowhere to be found at first sight. She stepped around, her heels clacking over the floor as the door shut behind her. Nigel Taylor watched her from the left side of the room, standing in the corner with his arms crossed. The rich playboy kept his eyes locked on her as if she were his prey.

"Greetings, Lucy. I'm glad you could make it, I've been looking forward to meeting you."
Turning, she looked back at the man. Nigel had one of the most sinister smiles over his face that she had seen in a business man before. His teeth flashed, almost like a shark. At that moment, she felt like his prey as he walked around and moved closer to her, offering his hand to shake. Lucy didn't want to touch his hand at first, but forced herself to reach out and feel his cold hands. She replied back to him.

"I think you know why I'm here to meet you, Nigel."

"Indeed, I do. I heard you wanted to talk a deal with me, so let's hear it."

He walked away from her, forcing her to face his back as he moved to his desk. With some distance between them now, Nigel turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. He wore a black pinstriped suite with a white shirt underneath. Lucy licked her lips, trying her best to keep firm confidence as she began to play the role of a seductress. She was somewhat surprised that he didn't speak more, cutting straight to the point at hand about her offer. Looking back into his face, Lucy smirked decided to simply be up front about her offer.

"I want to give you something in return for Luke's freedom. I've heard that you're keeping him hostage, basically. I think I know why you kidnapped him, but it's beyond the point. I could show you a good time and you let him free if I impress you enough. How does that sound?"

Nigel raised his eyebrow. He thought to himself that this woman seemed to be so naive. She obviously didn't seem to know about Luke's affair that led to this whole situation. Rather than play into her offer, he had a better trick up his sleeve to seduce her. He shook his head before replying back to her.

"What do you think is the reason I kidnapped him, Lucy? I would like to hear your thoughts."

"I got your email that you sent me with your offer. I know that's what it has to be over. I take it that you're upset that I refused to sign with your company and stuck it out with Luke as my agent. Well, there is a reason to that. I am in love with him. I didn't return to modelling just to get rich again."

The man laughed at her words. This was going to be easy, Nigel thought to himself.

"Lucy, you are more naive than I imagined. You really think that man would love you?"

She looked at him almost offended to his words.

"I know he loves me! You can't question that!"

"Ohhhhh, yes I can."

Nigel turned to look back over his desk. He grabbed three photo prints that were laid out on his desk. He then walked back over to Lucy and handed them to her, speaking back to her.

"I think you deserve to have a look at these, dear."

Lucy held the photos, starring at them. They were snapped shots of Luke with a blonde haired woman walking into what appeared to be an apartment building. Three photos, showing them entering. Her eyes became enlarged and her jaw dropped. Nigel noticed the change in her facial expressions and spoke again.

"Those were taking during the week. Do you know of his relationship in the past with Jennifer Ellison?"

"No...Oh, god...This...this can't be true."

She took a deep breath, looking away from the photos. Lucy's heart was breaking inside as she began to feel the sadness wash over her. How could he do this to her? Nigel spoke again.

"Luke and Jennifer were lovers years ago. He used to manage her as an agent. She wants to make a comeback in the industry, much like yourself. I heard about him meeting with her and I had these photos taken."

"So he cheated on me with her...Oh, god."

Lucy bit her lower lip and pushed her arm towards Nigel. He took the photos back from her as he could see the sorrow painted over her face. She swallowed her breath and bit her lower lip as a tear began to fall out of her left eye. As she began to cry, Nigel put the photos back on his desk and moved to comfort her. He patted her shoulder, and then she broke down.

"You deserved to know, Lucy. Please, don't cry babe. Who knows how long this has been going on behind your back? I had to let you know, you needed to."

The tears were flowing down her face. The dark eyeliner around her eyes began to smudge. She wiped away her tears as Nigel attempted to hug her. Lucy wiped her face with her left hand. He patted her shoulder and then stepped away from her. Nigel was prepared now to try and change the subject to business.

"You really want that man as your agent, Lucy? Who's to say he won't leave you for her? Luke after all has a weakness for blondes. Come on, I can offer you something better."

She sighed, turning to look back at him. Her face showcased her obvious anger she felt at the moment. She was done crying, ready to move on.

"Why would you want me to be one of your models? I haven't been active in years, I just recently came back. There are many newer girls who are the popular names now."

Nigel gave her a small grin. He patted her shoulder and looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"Lucy, you are forgetting the value in yourself. You were always the most beautiful glamour model this country has ever had to offer. It would be an honor to have you. I could make you far richer than Luke ever could."

"I didn't come back to make money. If that was my goal, I would be shooting nude sessions for Playboy right now. Luke is the reason I came back. He was the reason I decided to approach you today."

He laughed to her before replying. Nigel was prepared to speak his lies like music to her ears. Knowing that her heart was wounded now, she would easily believe his fabrications.

"I find that funny, since you approached me because of Luke. I had been waiting to show you those photos for some time now."

Lucy thought about his words. It almost seemed as if she had been lured by Nigel in some plan. She thought back to what Peter had told her yesterday. Something about stepping on Nigel's toes was a bad idea.

"Why did you kidnap Luke in the first place? It wasn't over me, was it really?"

Nigel shook his head to her.

"Not about you, my dear. We have a history that goes back a bit. It was payback for him snubbing me, let's just put it that way. Now with you, I figured you should know about your boyfriend cheating on you with his ex."

Moving in towards her, Nigel placed his hand over her shoulder. Lucy looked up into the man's eyes as he gave her a grin. He spoke again.

"How about you cut your ties with that pathetic fool and move in with a real man?"

She glanced away before looking back into his eyes. Nigel continued speaking.

"I'll let Luke go back into the world. Out of your life for good, you can move on with something better..."

Lucy stepped away from him, still gazing back into his eyes. She thought for a few seconds, knowing that her original intentions would've been to offer herself in a negotiation. Now she was thinking more of slight revenge on Luke. Biting her lower lip, she nodded at Nigel before speaking.

"Yeah, you can do that. Let him go, I don't want to think about him right now! You can fuck me real good, and then we can talk business."

The man smirked, flashing that famous shit-eating grin that the Taylor men were infamous for. Lucy smiled to him, careless that she was surrendering her body to this wealthy playboy. After learning of what Luke had done to her, she didn't want to think about him right now.

"Very well, Lucy. That's my kind of girl right there, nice and dirty."

Moving forward, Nigel leaned in and invited her to kiss him. Thoughts ran through Lucy's mind of how sleazy this man could be. She heard the rumors about the Taylor family in the past before. For all she knew, he probably had previously fucked many women in his office before her. She kissed his lips, and pushed her hands over his suit, embracing a full passionate kiss. The man moaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss. Lucy wanted to be treated dirty since Luke had made a fool of her. No passion, just a good rough fucking to get him off her mind. As she stepped back, she took off her denim jacket and began to strip before him.

"I want you to fuck me, Nigel. Fuck me like one of your whores."

"Oh Lucy, I plan on making you into one."

He stood there, watching as she had begun undressing herself without him even having to request her to do so. Nigel cracked a sinister laugh when he watched her pull her shirt her off, revealing those large breasts in a tight black bra. It was as if Lucy seemed to know that he was a man who preferred to be in control at all times. When she began to tug her pants down, he spoke up.

"When you're finished getting naked, put your heels back on. You look sluttier in them."

She didn't say a word back to him. Nigel stepped away, allowing her to undress in the middle of the room. He walked towards the right side of his office, where there were two large white leather chairs and a fancy coffee table. Among the table was a few books sitting there, he moved them over to his desk and then he began to undress himself, slipping his jacket off. Nigel undressed near his desk where he could neatly fold his clothes there to put back on once they were finished fucking. Within a few seconds he heard her heels clicking and clacking over the floor loudly. Lucy took a few slow steps towards him, taking in a deep breath as she stood there in the nude with her hands holding over her amazing large breasts. It took him several minutes to get fully undressed. First with his shirt and then his pants and shoes coming off. Lucy stood their patiently. Once he was ready, Nigel turned around and smiled to her while holding his cock in his left hand.

"Why are you covering your tits, Lucy?"

"I thought you might like a surprise."

"Uncover them now."

His voice had changed into a low tone, almost dark sounding. Lucy swallowed her breath and removed her hands from her large natural breasts, allowing them to be fully viewed in his eyesight. Nigel raised his head and slowly began to smirk. He was done playing the smooth talker. he would soon witness what an animal he could be in the act of sex. Nigel stepped closer to her and ran both of his hands up to touch her breasts, impressed as his hands looked so small pressing into them. Her boobs were hypnotizing, all the way to the point that he didn't look down at her pussy. His focus was completely on her famous tits and nothing else.

Lucy looked up into his face and reached her right hand down to grab his cock. She began to stroke his meat pole, leaning forward to kiss his lips as he began to squeeze her amazing large boobs. They continued to kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as Lucy's hand worked his cock. As their lips pulled away, Nigel glanced back to her and smiled. He eventually looked down, watching her hand carefully stroking his rod. Nigel finally witnessed her pussy, nicely wet and shaved. Lucy's eyes remained locked onto his for several seconds before she looked down.

"Come on, I want you to get down on your fucking knees."

As Lucy began to lower herself down, she used both of her hands and brushed her hair away. This was the moment that Nigel was ready to give her a taste of his own control. He used his right hand to reach down and grip the back of her head hard. Lucy moaned as he snatched her hair up. He began to take a few steps backwards, forcing her to crawl with him. Nigel wanted them near the white leather chairs for now. He stopped and then nodded to her, as he was ready for her to suck on his dick. Nigel let go of her hair and then watched as Lucy pushed her lips together and kissed the head of his cock. Her big brown eyes gazed up into his as she began to slowly lick the underside of his large shaft and move her hands down to play with his balls.

She almost felt ashamed. This was the first cock Lucy had in so long besides Luke's. The feeling of dirtiness clouded her mind, even knowing that Luke had cheated on her. As she moaned, she stopped thinking about it as Lucy lowered her mouth down his dick and began to suck on it. Nigel took a deep breath as he watched the glamour goddess Lucy Pinder herself begin to suck on his cock. This was a fantasy of many men, even years after she had previously retired from modeling. Slurping sounds became audible as Lucy moved her lips back and forth. She came up, making a loud pop noise as she released his cock from her mouth. Lucy then moaned and spit on his shaft, something that pleased Nigel greatly.

"Yeah, there you go. Spit on that fucking cock, Lucy. I want you to get it all slippery with your slutty mouth."

With a smile painted over her face, she leaned forward and twirled her tongue over the head. Lucy couldn't help but enjoy this. Luke never got this dirty with her, he was a bit more romantic. Nigel reminded her of old times when she could enjoy indulging in filth. As she went back down on his cock, this time she bobbed her head up and down faster. Both of her hands toyed with his balls, rubbing her fingertips over the texture of his skin. Nigel moaned, impressed at her skills of sucking dick. He allowed her to freely suck on his rod for a few minutes before he placed his right hand down into her hair. Now was the time that he was about to take control and fuck her pretty face.

"Look at me, bitch!"

His slobber coated shaft remained between her lips. Lucy instantly looked at him with her big brown eyes. Alerted that he had called her a 'bitch' just out of nowhere. Nigel grinned at her before speaking again.

"I want your hands behind your back. Don't take your eyes off me, look at me while I fuck your mouth."

She followed his command, placing both of her hands behind her back. Nigel was ready now to take control.While his fingers dug through her hair, he held her in place as he began to buck his hips and thrust his cock into the English beauty's mouth. Lucy continued to stare into his face as he began to fuck her mouth. She gagged a bit, her mouth creating various sucking and slobbering noises. Her large breasts began to bounce and shake all around, but her head remained sturdy due to the strong grip of his hand in her hair.

"MMM-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-MMM!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! You wanted me to fuck you like a whore, Lucy? You're going to be one of my whores after today's over! TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK, BITCH!!"

"MMM-GWAK-GWAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!"

Strings of saliva began to drip from his cock and sling to the floor. Lucy's eyes watered up a bit as Nigel continued to fuck her mouth. He began to breath heavily, knowing that if he continued at this rate, he would end up busting his nut faster than he had planned. Coming to a stop from thrusting his hips, Nigel pushed her mouth all the way down until her lips were buried at the base of his cock. He held her there for a few seconds waiting until he head her choking on his cock. Lucy coughed and closed her eyes. Tears developed and ran down her face in black streams, mixed with the eyeliner. After counting several seconds, Nigel pulled her hair back and released his cock from her mouth. Long strings of saliva dripped from his cock back to her mouth.

Lucy caught her breath, looking up into his eyes. Nigel had that same sinister look over his face like before. In the heat of the moment, he was enjoying every moment of his control over her. He grabbed his slobber coated rod with his left hand while still holding her hair. Lucy closed her eyes before she felt him begin to smack his cock up against her left cheek. Her arms remained behind her back. Once more, Nigel was impressed as she began to moan as he beat his cock up against her face. Lucy pushed her lips together, teasing him to beat his cock up against her lips and make various smacking noises. So far, Nigel couldn't complain at all about the submissive behavior she had. It was as if she knew her place already as a whore to him. After a few seconds of beating his dick over her pink lips, he stopped and spoke to her.

"Very good, you know how to suck cock like a true whore. Hold your tits up for me, I want you to give me a tit wank."

Slowly opening her eyes, Lucy moaned as she moved her hands from behind her back and gripped her large titanic-sized breasts. She just knew this man wasn't going to refuse to fuck her breasts, it was her what she was famous for after all. She smiled up at him as she held her tits apart and allowed him to push his dripping wet dick between them. Nigel let go of her hair, watching as she pushed her breasts together to trap his cock between them. It never mattered the length of a shaft, Lucy's tits always made it disappear between them. She began to slowly pump them up and down, fucking his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck!! God, those tits feel so fucking amazing."

Nigel moaned. His face washed over in pleasure. Lucy continued to pump her tits over his cock as she looked up and smiled at him. The eyeliner she wore had become runny with two dark tear streams that ran down her cheeks. She spoke back to him while still moving her breasts up and down, back and forth.

"You like my boobs, Nigel?"

"Fuck yeah! This is what you were built for, Lucy! Those tits were made to be fucked."

"Mmmm, I know. I love feeling a hard cock between my tits!"

"Happy to hear you enjoy being a fucking whore."

Still moving her tits up and down, Lucy broke eye contact to gaze down and watch the head of his cock poke up with each thrust she made down. Nigel stood there, embracing the feeling of pleasure this sensual woman gave him. Lucy eventually leaned her head down and began to strike her tongue over the head of his cock each time it poked up. Her large breasts fucked his cock over and over, nice and slow. She wanted him to enjoy this, knowing that at any moment, he could take control if he wanted to. All Nigel did was stand there and moan aloud as the most famous British glamour model was titty fucking him. After several minutes, he reached his hand down and grabbed the back of her hair once more. Lucy came to a stop as he grabbed her hair. Nigel yelled to her.

"Come on! Get up, bitch!"

Lucy instantly let go of her breasts, freeing his cock. As she began to rise, Nigel pulled her hair hard to force her up on her feet. She was taken by surprise at his dominant nature, let alone being referred to as a 'bitch'. It was completely different from Luke's loving nature in the bedroom. Nigel was treating her as if she were a whore, quite different from what Lucy had grown to expect from the man she had been seeing. With her standing up, Nigel forced her to the back of the white leather chair.

"Put your hands up on the back of that fucking chair."

"Ohhhhh, you're gonna fuck me from behind?"

He let go of her hair, only to rear his hand back and slap her ass. Lucy moaned out as the smack echoed throughout the room. She leaned over while gripping the chair, placing herself in position for him to take her from behind.

"Yeah! Just hold onto that chair, I want to feel this pussy."

Nigel stepped behind the glamour goddess. His hands moved, gripping both of her ass cheeks and squeezing them. He moved his right hand to guide his cock into her wet dripping clit. She let out a deep breath, moaning in her thick English accent. Nigel felt the tight warmth of her pussy and moaned. As he began to thrust forward into her, he reared his hand right hand back and laid down a smack over the right cheek of her ass.

"Fuck!! You've got one tight cunt! I like that, perfect for one of my whores!"

"Ohhhhh, yeah! OH!"

Spank! Once again, Nigel laid his palm down over her right ass cheeks. He used his left hand to grip one of her hips, making it easier for him to pound into her and fuck her pussy back and forth with his hard dick. Lucy's huge breasts began to bounce, beating up against the back of the chair as she firmly gripped it tighter. Her fingernails were digging into the leather texture, her hair waving all around as Nigel continued to fuck her. She moaned out, crying to him.
"OHHHHH, OHHHHHH YEAH!! FUCK ME, YEAH!! OHHHHHH GOD!!"

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Each time Lucy said a word, Nigel would rear his hand back and lay a smack down over the right cheek of her ass. His balls began to slap up against the underside of her ass, creating a light smacking sound with each thrust he sent into her pussy. The warmth of her clit was so great, he just knew that this woman was going to quickly become one of his favorites among his harem of whores. Nigel spanked her ass one last time before screaming out while still thrusting his cock into her.

"FUCK YES!! God, you are going to be mine! This pussy feels so fucking good! I'm gonna make you into my filthy fuck doll, Lucy!!"

"OHHHH, GOD!! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE, NIGEL!"

"You're going to be one of my whores, Lucy! You will be my filthy fuck doll! GET USED TO THAT NICKNAME, YOU DIRTY FUCKING BITCH!!"

Over and over, Nigel sent his cock pounding into her pussy. Lucy's jaw dropped and she began to moan, screaming out louder. He was pushing her towards a climax and she couldn't wait to feel it. Gritting her teeth, she cried out in her voice before yelling to him.

"MAKE ME CUM, OHHHHHH YES! YESSSS!!"

He reared his hand back like before and spanked her ass. Though Nigel didn't say it, he didn't want to hear making any demands. Taking one final thrust into her pussy, Nigel began to ease his cock out of her clit. This caught Lucy by surprise, forcing her to turn and look over her shoulder. A few seconds later, he lowered himself down to his knees and embedded his lips over pussy. She cried out, spreading her legs as her heels stomped over the floor.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Mmmmm!! Go on, make me...OHHHH!"

She was panting, crying out loudly as his tongue began to dart and lick all around her clit. Lucy moved her hands away from the chair, standing straight up. Nigel simply did not want to allow himself to cum in her pussy, that was why he came to a halt and decided to eat her out. All it took was a few seconds and Lucy could feel her body tensing up. She dropped her lower lip and cried out.

"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSS!! OHHHHH, FUCK!!"

Her loud voice screamed out as Nigel could taste her juices shooting into his mouth. The hot liquid her pussy produced filled his mouth. Nigel quickly swallowed it down and then moved his mouth away as he began to get up from his knees. Lucy was slow to catch her breath, but Nigel still didn't have a problem ordering her around.

"Hey, bitch! Get back down on your fucking knees! I just made you cum, now it's your turn to do that for me. I'm going to drench your slutty face in my cum, and watch it drip down to those big boobs. You've earned it for being such a good whore."

"Ohhhh yes, mmmmmm."

As Nigel stood tall once more, he watched the glamour model obey his command and fall back down to her knees. He walked away, moving towards his desk just so he could watch her crawl her way towards him. With a grin, he bragged as he watched her beginning to crawl towards him.

"That's it, be a good whore! Crawl over here to this fucking cock, my filthy fuck doll!"

Lucy looked up into his eyes, gritting her teeth to give him a seductive look. As she made her way to his cock, she kissed it while looking up into his eyes. The smudge of her eyeliner made her truly look like a whore to him. Nigel smirked as he ordered her again.

"Hold those big titties up for me and wrap those girls around my dick."

"Oh yeah, you wanna fuck 'em huh?"

"Fuck yes!! I could get used to fucking them every day."

She giggled to him as she held her breasts up and did exactly as he had ordered her. Lucy wrapped them around his long shaft, squeezing them around it firmly like she did before. This time around, Nigel would be fucking her tits. He placed his right hand down on her shoulder and began to thrust forward, driving his cock between her amazing large breasts. Lucy looked up into his eyes and moaned out.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Yes! Yes!! Fuck my titties! Go on, fuck 'em hard until you cum!!"

For once, he didn't say anything back. All Nigel could do was grunt and buck his hips forward, watching as his cock was completely disappeared between her tits. Each time he thrust up, the head of his shaft would poke up. He was already close to blowing his load. After holding his orgasm back all day, Lucy would be in for quite the splash with a lot of cum. A few seconds later, he pulled his cock from her tits and began to stroke it with his right hand. Lucy held her tits and opened her mouth while looking into his eyes. Though it had been some time since a man shot his load on her face, she was no rookie for getting a sticky facial.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck!! I'm about to cum all over your slutty face! You're going to be my cum dumpster, Lucy! My filthy fuck doll and a cum dumpster!"

"Give it to me, I want it!"

"Here it is!! FUCK!!"

The man cried out as his cock finally exploded from the touch of his hand. The first spurt of cum shot over her left cheek and quickly dripped down like a tear drop of spunk that fell down to her big tits. Lucy closed her eyes just before he shot a thick stream of cum directly up her forehead and into her hair. Nigel began to pant, moaning loudly as another burst of cum shot directly into her right eye lid and getting drops into her hair. Lucy moaned, feeling yet another layer of cum shoot over the left side of her forehead and drenching her eyebrow.

"Yeah, there you go! Now you look like a cum dumpster! Take it, you filthy fuck doll!"

More hot cum shot from his cock. Lucy's face was becoming drenching in layers of his seed that dripped down her neck and to her huge breasts. She was soaked in one of the messiest facials she had received in a long time from just one cock. Nigel squeezed his cock to milk the remaining drops down to her tits and then they were finished. He took a deep breath, looking down at her as he admired the mess he created as if she were a piece of art.

"That was fun, Lucy. You're a hell of a girl once you take your clothes off."

"Yeah...thanks."

Taking in a deep breath, Lucy used her hands to wipe up the cum in her eyelids so she could reopening her eyes. Her face was absolutely drenched in cum. She ran her hand through her hair collecting bits of his cum that got in her hair. At this point she felt dirty, even if Luke had cheated on her. This wasn't enough to make her forget about him completely. There were still feelings attached. When she opened her eyes, she noticed Nigel had stepped away. He moved back to his desk and put his underwear and pants back on. Lucy listened to the clothes rustling as he dressed back up. After a few seconds she spoke.

"I need to get cleaned up. Now that we've had some fun, I assume you want to talk business with me."

"Don't worry about that, Lucy. I'll take care of that for you, just sit there on the floor. Don't worry about the business stuff either, you need some rest. We'll get your contract ready later this week."

During the act of sex, she didn't mind his dominance but now, he was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. Lucy sat there on her knees as she listened to him pick up a phone and dial a button. A few seconds later, Nigel's voice spoke through the phone.

"Kimberly, I need you now..."

There was a pause before he spoke again.

"Look, call Malcolm. Give him the word to set the guy free. Just dump his worthless ass out on the street. I imagine he's had fun torturing him, he don't have to kill him now. Everything's good, his girlfriend came through for us and she's going to be quite the addition to my trophies..."

Lucy listened to Nigel speaking through the phone. She gasped in shock of horror listening to the words over the phone. She still had strong feelings for Luke. Were they really planning to kill him with torture? It made her heart just about drop. He referred to her as a 'trophy' as well, this bothered her. After a long pause, Nigel replied into the phone.

"Yeah...Look, I need you up here in the next five minutes. Bring a collar, you can take her to the palace and let her get cleaned up and try on some outfits. I want her in my penthouse suite with Holly."

He hung the phone up and got up from his desk. Lucy moved around and looked to him in shock. She didn't think much of his words as she had become horrified to hear everything he said.

"You weren't really going to kill Luke, were you!?"

Nigel glanced down at her with a smug grin over his face. He yelled to her in a stern voice.

"That's none of your fucking business. You're not in a position to ask questions like that, remember your place! You wanted to make a deal with me, so I spared him. He has you to thank for his life, weather he's grateful for that or not is his choice."

Her lower lip dropped in dread. Lucy began to panic at this instance. Despite the cheating, she felt this was going too far. The man literally had just told her that she had saved Luke's life but at what cost? Lucy had allowed herself to become lured right into what was obviously a trap from the beginning. Luke would have his freedom but now it appeared there was no escape from Nigel and his Perfect Kiss modelling company. She spoke again in fear, questioning her future.

"What are you going to do with me!?"

With that classic smug grin over his face, he chuckled before answering her.

"You'll learn soon."

At that moment, the office door opened. Lucy immediately looked forward to see a woman standing tall from the doorway with her hands on her hips. The woman was wearing black leather short skirt just above her knees. Her legs were in fishnet stockings and her feet in a pair of tall pump style heels. From above, Lucy could see a white shirt revealing a large cleavage. Her hair was blood red fixed up in a ponytail. The woman gazed down at Lucy's cum covered face and grinned.

"Well, well. If it isn't Miss. Pinder looking lovely down there covered in cum."

Lucy didn't know what to say back at the woman. It was obvious that she was a dominant control type as Nigel had been. She didn't initially notice, but there was a round leather collar in the woman's left hand and a chain in the right. Her heels loudly stomped over the floor as she walked over to Lucy and spoke.

"Get your nasty fucking ass up, whore!"

The woman spoke in a mean stern voice. Lucy didn't waste a second, rising up from her knees. The cum was dripping down her face, but she couldn't tend to it right now as this dominant woman had her attention. As she stood up, Nigel walked over with a big smile on his face. He watched as the woman took the leather collar and strapped it over Lucy's neck. There was as big metal ring in the middle of the collar. She attached the chain to it and now it was time to go.

"Thanks Kimberly, I'll see you tonight. Make sure Lucy picks out what she likes to decorate her room."

"Not a problem, sir."

Lucy didn't say a word. She didn't know what to say, afraid for what was about to happen to her. The woman turned around and pulled the chain, leading her out of the office. A rhythm was created of their heels clacking down the hall, as Lucy was naked and led by this woman. After they left the office, she couldn't but speak up.

"What the fuck is going on and who the fuck are you!? Where are you taking me and what's with this collar and chain!?"

The woman stopped in her tracks. She turned around, looking back at Lucy with a stern look on her face. Lucy looked back into her piercing blue eyes.

"First of all, you need to drop the fucking attitude."

She tugged the chain hard, forcing Lucy to step forward as she was caught by surprise.

"Second, my name is Kimberly. That will be MISTRESS Kimberly to you! And third, the collar and chain is to keep you under my supervision until I know you can be trusted without it. You are Mr. Taylor's new trophy."

"A trophy?"

"A trophy whore, that is. Now let's go! I am taking you to the palace where you will be cleaned up and to get some new outfits for you."

The mistress turned around and led Lucy's naked body again by the chain. Lucy didn't say another word as the dominant woman moved her. The 'palace' was in reference to the hotel attached to the Perfect Kiss office building. On the top floor was Nigel's personal penthouse suite. It was where he kept a harem of women at times, but usually only having his 'trophy whores' as he liked to call them. Lucy would be replacing one that had previously gotten away from his grasp. She would be alongside another glamour model who had been with Nigel for some time now. One thing was certain, she would not be leaving this building until her name was signed along the dotted line of a contract with Perfect Kiss modelling. Kimberly led them into an elevator and then pressed the button to a bottom floor reserved for personnel only.

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2 HOURS LATER

Rolling wheels of a car smoothly moved down the road. Luke was consumed in complete darkness among the trunk of the car. Inside he was bruised, bloody and beaten. He became sure that he had a cracked rib from yesterday, as the right side of his chest was in awful pain. His face had been swollen up and bruised. His left eye was blacked and swollen, while his nose had been busted and had dried blood that ran out. His black shirt was stained in dark signs of blood. Luke was unsure of where he was being taken. He wasn't told anything as he was slung into the back of the trunk. Two of the thugs who had previously beaten him the day before were driving. For all he knew, they were taking him out to be buried.

Luke spent the next hour in the back of the trunk wondering if these minutes would be his last. For the time, he sat back seething in the resentment of his betrayal to Lucy. Had he not allowed himself to be seduced by Jennifer, none of this would've happened. From cheating and betraying their love, he felt in some ways, he deserved this kind of tormenting punishment. Still, he thought of ways he could find an escape. From the day his life had turned to hell, he had that phone number memorized from Lucy's voice. Zero-two-two, two-four-four, eight-four-eight-seven. Luke found himself still repeating the ten digit number. Eventually the car stopped, but the engine was still on. Luke lay there in the trunk, only for it to open with the fading afternoon sun and one of the thugs holding his blue suit jacket. The man threw his jacket down and spoke.

"Your wallet and phone are in there. Go on and get out of the trunk. We're watching you. Don't try and do anything stupid. If I were you, I would get the fuck out of town and stay gone."

Clutching his stomach in one arm and his jacket in the other, Luke grunted as he began to crawl up and climb out of the trunk. As his feet hit the pavement ground, he tried to slip his jacket on but ended up falling to the ground in agonizing pain. Letting out a groan in pain, he lay there on the side of the road as the man got back in the car and soon drove off. It took Luke several minutes to get back up on his feet. He walked around, limping for a few minutes breathing heavy. Some how, he had to find a way to get used to moving around in this difficult pain. It took him several minutes just to realize where he had been dropped off. Luke was at some kind of park where there wasn't many people. He stumbled around at first before falling back down after several steps and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

It took Luke several minutes to adjust to a slow walk, as he did not want to attract any attention to his beaten and bruised state of body. After wandering around the park, he eventually realized that he had been dropped off at Hyde Park. Luke dug into his jacket for his cellphone, only to stop himself after a few seconds of thinking. If he was truly being watched as the thug had warned, he figured a tracking program may have been installed into his cellphone. His first thought was to call Michelle, as he had her phone number memorized in his head. After walking around for nearly thirty minutes, Luke sighed in relief as he came across a rare red payphone box.

Any other time, he would've thought how obsolete the red phone booth boxes had become in the UK, but Luke didn't think about that right now. He stumbled into it, opening the door and nearly collapsing against the wall before closing it. Once again, Luke found himself grunting in pain. The cracked rib on the right side of his stomach was tormenting him. He pulled his wallet from his jacket and looked in the loose change department to grab a few coins. After he put them into the machine, he grabbed the phone and punched in the buttons to dial Michelle's cellphone: xxx-xxx-xxxx. He stood there, listening to the phone ring for a few seconds.

"Come on, for fuck sake! Answer the goddamn phone, please!!"

He cried out in frustration while listening to it ring for a few more seconds. Luke feared that Michelle may ignore the phone call due to it being an unknown number on her cellphone. Finally after a few seconds, a woman answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Michelle, is that you?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Oh, thank fucking god! It's Luke!"

"Luke!!?? Oh my god, there you are! Lucy and I have been worried sick! Are you okay?"

"I'm alive...I'm pretty beat up, but I'm alive. Can you talk to Lucy for me? I need to talk to her about something really important."

"Wait, Lucy is not with you right now?"

Her response was strange to Luke's ears. He sighed before replying back.

"No, what do you mean by that? I wouldn't be asking for her if she were with me right now."

"Oh...This isn't good."

"What do you mean? Has something been going on lately?"

Michelle sighed into the phone. The night before, Lucy had admitted to her the plan she had to meet with Nigel Taylor and discuss a deal to free Luke. Now it seemed that Michelle's worst fears had come true. If Lucy wasn't with Luke, then she had to be with Nigel Taylor.

"Lucy went out to meet with someone to try and get things resolved to have you freed. Someone told her that it was Nigel Taylor who had you kidnapped. She went out to meet with him today. I thought she would be with you right now."

Luke's lower lip dropped.

"Oh god, this can't be true. Holy shit, this is fucking bad."

"It's true! I tried to warn her that it seemed like a trap maybe."

He paused, letting her words sink into his mind. Luke instantly thought in regret and rage. If Lucy had met with Nigel Taylor, there was no telling the damage that had been done now. It all made sense to him now. Why Jennifer would show up the way she did and seduce him. Everything happened for a reason. The trap had been orchestrated so precise, he felt like such a fool.

"Luke! Are you still there?"

Clutching the phone in his hand, he screamed in rage.

"FUCK!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! NOOOOOO!!"

Michelle heard his screaming from the other end of the phone. A heavy breathing was audible, as if he were about to endure a mental breakdown. The only thing she knew to do was offer her help.

"Luke, I'm so sorry! I want to help you, please!"

"I...I can't believe this. Ohhhh, fuck! I'll have to explain it to you next time I see you."

"Where are you at right now?"

"I'm at Hyde Park. If you could pick me up, I would appreciate it. I'm in one of those red phone booth boxes out here. You can't miss it once you find it since they're so hard to come across these days..."

He was still breathing heavy over the phone in pain. She replied after a slight pause.

"It will take me some time to drive out there but I'll be there as fast as I can. I'll find you when I get there."

"Look, Michelle! I need to get some place safe. These people, they're watching me...When you get here, we need to get away fast! I can't go back to my apartment, I know they're watching."
"Alright, Luke! Wait there, I'll be coming soon."

The phone clicked, hanging up. Luke immediately fell over in the phone booth, sinking down to his knees in pain. Beyond the physical pain of withstanding the beatings from yesterday, his heart was shattered to learn about Lucy meeting with Nigel Taylor. Everything made sense now with the events that unfolded. This was revenge for the day he turned down the offer in Ibiza. Luke felt defeated at this point. Everything he had worked for with Lucy in their relationship and the revival of her career appeared to be falling apart now. After several minutes, he left the red phone booth box and moved to sit down on a bench next to it as waited for Michelle to arrival. Despite these setbacks, he would figure out something eventually. He was beaten and bruised, but far away from giving up.

TO BE CONTINUED