Just as Lucien was mentally prepared to end up flat on the floor, someone reached out, grabbed his waist, and pulled him backward.
Instead of his bottom hitting the ground, Lucien's face smashed into the damp chest of the person in front of him. Lucien could not help but click his tongue in secret; this man was clearly a wealthy heir who sat in an office giving orders all day, so how did Dominic Vance still possess such pectoral muscles? The muscles were incredibly firm, and the impact hurt so much that Lucien thought his nose was about to break.
His mind spun dizzily for a moment before he could regain his composure. Lucien groggily looked up, and his eyes met the sharp, chiseled face of Dominic Vance. The man had just stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a single towel wrapped around his waist, while drops of water continuously dripped from his black hair and slid down his sculpted chest.
