Chapter 11

　　Louisa's POV 　　"Who are you and why are you here?" A security guard asked me after I got down the field. 　　I didn't know how to answer that question. 　　I'm the girl whom your quarterback slept with last night? 　　A familiar voice appeared - 　　"Ah, Miss Falco. I thought you wouldn't come down here." 　　It was Lucas' driver, Lucian. 　　He nodded at the security guard and he walked away. 　　"Why are you here?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to stay in a golf cart, scheming on how to sabotage other people's relationships?" 　　"I'm glad you have such a high opinion of me." Lucian bowed slightly and said. "I've heard that you hit Wolfie in the nose?" 　　I was speechless. 　　He looked in every way a perfect gentleman in his dark tailored suit, with his salt-pepper hair slicked back like that. 　　But why is he such an asshole to me? 　　"Fuck!" A silver-haired man who looked like a coach stood up and barked at a walkie-talkie. "I don't care where he is and what happened to his girlfriend's puppy dog. D