Lucien's pov
"You can't get her out of your head, can you?" Ethan laughs, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand.
I can't even pretend to deny it — because he's right.
I just couldn't forget her face. How perfect she looked. How lips pressed against mine. Her ass, everything.
"Too bad she didn't want to fuck the legendary you. It must have bruised your ego so bad." Ethan teases.
And it sure did. But that wasn't the real story. I only told him she didn't want to make advances, even with my efforts to woo her. Because I am not one to kiss and tell.
It's unhealthy how I seem to obsess about her. I even tried looking for her online with the description of her since I couldn't get a name but all to no avail.
She has no legal footprint. Which is insane. For someone like her, I imagine her followers to be millions.
But There is no trace of her.
What is worse about this is that I've never done this before.
Search or stalk a girl.
