Chapter 20

　　Lucas' POV 　　What the fuck did she say? 　　Did she say that she would like to go upstairs with that fucking idiot Larry Schmuck? 　　Did she really mean it? Can't she see that that old pervert drooling all over the place because of her?! 　　"...So, Sir, I do recommend using this Titleist’s TSR3 driver. It's the most used by the top 100 PGA Tour pros..." 　　The caddie kept speaking but my head was buzzing. 　　And then, I saw Tracey walking into the Hotel&Spa with Larry Schmit following her like a big fat minion. 　　What the hell?! 　　"You know what? I'll take them all. Charge 10% more for your tip." 　　The caddie looked surprised by my sudden explosion of generosity. 　　"Thank you very much, Sir..." 　　I walked straight into the Hotel&Spa, but I didn't see Tracey anywhere. 　　Where the fuck did she go?! 　　I grabbed the doorman and asked anxiously, "Did you see a tall, hot blonde girl walking inside with a fat middle-aged man?" 　　The doorman had a mysterious smirk on his face - 　　"Sir, I'm afraid