The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 154

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LUKE’S POV 

I was still at the club, waiting for Tiffany, and I was getting angry that she had not arrived yet. What was taking her so late? She was the one who said we should meet here, so what was with the delay? Women can be really messed up sometimes. 

This woman just came out of nowhere and stared, rocking her ass on my groin. I just stood in confusion, enjoying the view, though. But I wasn’t up for this. And as I could feel myself about to get hard, I shifted backwards. When she realized I was no longer near her, she turned around. 

She purred, “Come on, baby, allow me to demonstrate a good time to you,” swaying her hips seductively. 

I shook my head and tried to move away, but she followed me, along my chest. 

her hands trailing 

“I’m waiting for someone; I can’t do this,” I said firmly, trying to push her away. 

She pouted, but then her eyes lit up as she caught sight of someone behind me. 

“Ooh, who’s your friend?” she asked, her attention now on Tiffany, who had finally arrived. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the distraction. But as Tiffany approached us, I noticed something was off. She was stumbling and slurring her words, clearly drunk. 

“What the hell, Tiff? Are you okay?” I asked, concerned. 

She just giggled and stumbled closer to the woman, who was still trying to grind 

on me. 

“Who’s this, Luke? Your new girlfriend?” She slurred, her speech barely coherent. 

I rolled my eyes and tried to explain the situation to her. “No, she’s just some random girl who won’t leave me alone.” 

But Tiffany didn’t seem to care; she just continued to laugh and flirt with the woman, completely disregarding my feelings. 

I was getting angry by the minute. Tiffany was not only tardy, but she was also embarrassing me in front of this stranger by making a fool of herself. 

“Can we please just leave this place, Tiff? I’ve had enough of this club,” I said, grabbing her arm and trying to lead her away. 

But she resisted, pulling away from me and stumbling back towards the woman. 

“Come on, Luke, let’s have some fun. We can all dance together,” she slurred, her words barely understandable. 

I had reached my breaking point. I was tired of waiting for Tiffany and tired of her always being late and causing drama. I was tired of her drinking and making a fool of herself. 

“No, I’m done. “I’m leaving this establishment; you are free to do as you please,” I declared as I stormed out of the club, leaving Tiffany and the woman in my wake. 

But as I was walking to my car, I stopped, feeling guilty for leaving Tiffany there. She was drunk; she shouldn’t be in a place that is rowdy like that. She needed to go home and get some sleep. But why the hell did she have to be intoxicated anyway? I hoped it wasn’t because of me. 

I walked back to the club, traced Tiffany, and went to carry her. She was a total mess, embarrassing herself, but it seemed like the people around her were enjoying her company. No concern anyway; I had already taken her out of the goddamn club. It was just a waste of time showing up there. 

Upon my exit from my vehicle, she immediately climbed into the backseat and dragged me along on top of her. Man, she was really drunk. His breath was all alcohol, and I didn’t like the smell one bit. 

I retreated as I exited the vehicle, whereas Tiffany remained seated and maintained her insane drunk face. “Why did you have to get drunk, huh? I thought you said you were pregnant. Don’t you know that you might have caused harm to the baby?” 

“Oh Luke. Shut up,” she said in her drunken state, her eyes barely opening. “I love you so much. But you broke my heart.” She collapsed after that. 

I was just looking at her. Should I feel remorseful, or what? 

ARIEL’S POV 

I looked around to see if I could see that lady, who looked like Harriet, nearby. But no, maybe I was just imagining things. But that didn’t matter now, not when I was searching for my little boy. So I kept on searching for Lukel, but I still couldn’t find him anywhere. Okay, now I was starting to get really, really worried. Where could he be? This was so not good. 

My heart was pounding as I frantically searched through the crowded park, calling out my son’s name. “Lukel! Lukel, where are you?” I had been searching for quite a while now, asking every person I passed by if they had seen a little boy 

with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. But no one seemed to have any information. 

Walking down a row of food stands, I noticed a large crowd gathering around a stand where a magician was performing tricks. I hesitated for a moment, thinking it was just another distraction from my search. But something inside me told me to take a closer look. 

And when I approached the stand, I saw my son, Lukel, being the magician’s assistant, with a big smile on his face. My heart melted at the sight of my little boy, safe and sound. But my relief quickly turned into anger as I realized that he had been hiding here the whole time. 

“Lukel!” I exclaimed, marching up to the stage. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Do you have any idea how worried I was?” 

Lukel’s smile faded as he saw the worried look on my face. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” he apologized, looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to help the magician. He said I could be his assistant.”