Chapter 30 He rejected me

　　Louisa's POV 　　I immediately regretted it after I said it. I shouldn't have mentioned anything that risked turning him on in bed. 　　Why did I even bother asking? He must have already slept with all the women in this entire city. 　　"I didn't fuck her if that was what you were talking about." Lucas shrugged. 　　"Where were you on that day?" I looked up at him and asked. 　　"I'm a very busy man. I've got piles of work to do. Fucking around is just a way to release my pressure. That's why I need a personal assistant." 　　"So you can have more time to fuck around?" 　　"So I can have less pressure from work. So I don't need to fuck around." 　　From a tiny, underused part of my brain - probably the part where all my insanity dwelled - came a thought: He might stop fucking other women because of you. 　　No fucking way! I immediately dismissed this thought. 　　I mean, look at this guy. He's a fucking hedonist through and through, a stud, an everlasting sensual pleasure-generating machine. I wouldn't