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I still couldn't believe that I had slept with Lucas Hamilton and I had loved it. It was the best feeling ever and left me wanting more from him even though I felt sore from taking him. When I woke up, I felt tired yet energetic from the activities of last night which now got me addicted.

When I had gone downstairs, I felt shy at the sight of him because of the memories of what we did last night. Even when I saw him, I felt turned on because he was looking more handsome than I used to see him probably because of the level of intimacy we experienced.

Now, here we were sitting in the living room as I waited for him to tell me more about himself. I wanted to know the back story of the man I had fallen for. What made him Lucas Hamilton.

"So, where do you want me to begin?" He asked and I folded my legs on the couch, facing him. I bit my lip when I saw his eyes go to my legs and I almost subconsciously dragged my shirt down but because I wanted to tease him, I let it be.

"From the racing. When did you start to race so well? I never knew you could do that. No one at school even said such," I said and he smirked.

"That's because I hid some parts of my life from people... Anyway, I started racing when I was sixteen," he said and my eyes widened.

"Sixteen?! Is that even a legal age to drive? Lucas, you started racing dangerously at sixteen? Why though?"

Lucas chuckled. "Well, when you've got a future ahead of you, you'd do anything to work toward it?"

I understood what he said because I was in the same position. Working hard to have a bright future but knowing he was from rich background made things confusing to me.

"But you're rich. You should not be bothered about what your future holds," I pointed out and he nodded his head with a blank expression on his face.

"Yes, you're right but it's not like that for me," Lucas said in a low voice. It was heavy with something emotional which made me scoot closer to him.

"What happened, Lucas?"

"I used to wonder why my father hated me. Why does he usually act more like a father to Axel and Ruth? At the age of twelve, my father would make remarks about me, and shame me and I would feel it affect me psychologically. I was just a kid and was wondering what I did wrong. My mom always made me forget about what he said and tried to make me feel loved but I couldn't. I craved my father's attention and love. At age fifteen, I found out that I wasn't my father's biological child."

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. I could not believe what I heard because how was it possible when he shared a resemblance with Axel.

"How?"

"It was one night I came home from a camp trip hosted by Redside High if you remember."

"I never went. It was too expensive for me."

"It wasn't fun anyway... As I said, I came home that night and overheard my parents fighting again because of me. I found out that my mother had slept with his twin brother," Lucas said and I blinked hard at the information. "My mother and uncle used to date but still had feelings for each other after my mom married his brother. Somehow, they had an affair and she found out she was pregnant with me but lied to her husband who ended up finding out the truth."

"What about your real father, no offense if I describe him like that," I said and he shrugged.

"He died a year after I was born in a plane crash. The man I thought was my father hated me for no reason. People don't know I am not his son because I still have his genes somehow...My mom later got pregnant with Axel and I remember being a kid and seeing my father spoil him. He would buy him gifts, take him to his company, and more. I felt neglected, jealous, and depressed. I started to hate Axel when he would rub it in my face that I was a bad influence. I started hanging out with bad friends and got influenced truly. I smoked but stopped last year, I drank, I stole, I beat people up. I was a bad person and Axel's father pushed me to do more."

I felt tears in my eyes as I imagined the suffering he went through. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"When I started to get popularity at Redside High, I loved it because I got the attention and reputation I wanted. It angered Axel and I loved it. One day, Axel's father made me try out basketball and I was happy for once in my life. I did and got it. I found out he said the same thing to Axel but my brother didn't cut."

"But why aren't you playing basketball anymore? I know a lot of your teammates that are all making progress, especially toward the NBA," I said and he smiled.

"Basketball was all Axel's father. He used to play it at Redside too but when I found out the truth about my identity, I started losing interest. I was waiting until I left Redside before I dropped that career, irrespective of how many connections that came my way."

Lucas turned his body and held my hands. He squeezed them and brought them to his lips, kissing the back of my hands.

"For the racing, I met someone who introduced me to it and I started to get trained. He thought me so much about racing that I got so good in just two months. That year, I won three races, getting a huge amount of money. I saw it as an avenue to become my person, to not depend on daddy's money. From the age of sixteen, I got so good that people bid so much on my skill. Of course, I won. Since sixteen, I've been racing. All that I have; the car, the clothes, the luxury. They are all from my pocket. Before leaving Redside, my father made sure to brainwash Axel into seeing me as a criminal."

I laced my fingers through his and smiled at him when he looked at my face. His eyes held so many emotions and I felt bad for even making him talk to me about this. It was painful to relive.

"Because of me, Axel left the house because I hated him so much and wanted him out of my presence, even if it meant having my mother on my side to make his father have issues with him. I feel horrible each time I think about it but it's all in the past."

I sighed. "So, how much do you normally make in a single race?"

"Different races have different prices. The race last night has been going on for two weeks. It's like a mini championship so it was just me and other racers that made the finals. What I got from last night was $50,000."

"Holy Jesus! $50,000! Oh, my God! People make such money for driving like a maniac?!"

I was too stunned. No wonder why he was rich. He has been making cool cash since sixteen. I wouldn't be surprised that he was a millionaire at this point because he was twenty and started racing at sixteen.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm just calculating how much you have," I said absently as I counted the years and an estimate of how much he could have.

"Here," he said and I looked down at his phone.

My eyes became wide at the fact that he was showing me the balance of his money on his phone via his bank app. Lucas Hamilton had more than two million in his account.

"Are you sure you only race? Don't tell me you're in a Mafia or something. If you are, I'd like to leave this instant and I promise I won't tell anyone about you."

Lucas tilted his head back to laugh loud. I was being serious and worried right now with the way he was laughing. It made me believe he was doing something related to Mafia life.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" He asked, wiping the tears out of his eyes. "Jackie, I'm not in the Mafia. I don't even know one if I see one."

"Okay. Because I know only racing can't give you such an amount of money," I argued and he scoffed.

"That racing gave me my first one million. I saved a lot because I wanted to prove to my father that I was going to become something. He cursed me and told me I'll never be anything without him or his money. His twin brother, my real father was neglected too. He didn't have the luxury Axel's father has so I can see how hateful he was toward me."

"He's a piece of shit, no offense."

"None taken," Lucas said then smirked dubiously. "You know, I made so much in two years that I invested and bought a lot of shares. I'm not bragging but what I have in my savings is higher than what I have in my account. I worked toward it because I want to build my empire, I want to stand in the same circle with the man who despised me for years. I want to prove to him that he can never dictate my life. I already started anyway."

If I said I wasn't proud of the man sitting in front of me, I would be lying. At such an early age, he was already making waves for himself. He had fought hard and succeed and still succeeded. He was the perfect example of what I wanted to become.

"Guess what?" He asked, still smirking.

"You are starting your mafia?"

Lucas chuckled. "I'm beginning to think you want me to so you can become my beautiful Donna."

"No, thank you," I said, scrunching my nose.

"Well, stop saying that...What I'm trying to say is that; I bought a thirty percent share of Axel's father's company."

I gasped. "Does he know?"

"No, he doesn't. I want him to but I can't. I used my first savings to buy it and I'm glad it was successful. I wish he knew because I want to toss it in his fucking face how much I've grown and how pathetic he'll be once he finds out."

I smiled and cupped his cheeks. He leaned into my touch and kissed my hand. I felt warm from his kiss and giggled.

"I am so proud of you. You are a strong man who deserves the best out of life and I pray you to keep succeeding in life because you earned it. I'm so proud of you, Lucas."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He held the back of my head and pulled me down to his face. Our lips brushed and I felt my heart race faster. I shuddered when his hand went under my shirt and rubbed my skin.

"I am more proud to have you in my life. You brought peace and warmth to my life when I was confused, stressed, and lonely. Thank you, baby," Lucas whispered against my lips and then kissed me.

I melted on him as his soft lips moved so sensually on mine, making goosebumps rise on my skin. He nibbled on my lip, pleading for entrance which I granted. He grabbed my ass and pressed me closer to his hardening dick under his sweatpants.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you again but you're still sore," he whispered and kissed my lips harder.

The sound of the door opening made me tear my lips off his. I rolled off his lap and turned around.

"What have I missed?" Maddy asked, eyes wide.

Crap, I remembered that I Maddy had told me she was coming over and that I had specifically told her to just walk in without knocking.