202. Prince Sweatpants

“What do you mean you are coming over?” That’s what Amy said in the text, but he didn’t bother replying. Instead, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of his penthouse. His jaw was clenched, mind racing with thoughts of Amy staying at some other guy’s place—alone. Who the hell is Asa? The thought of her being in another man’s home was enough to make his blood boil. The moment the elevator doors opened, he strode toward his car, sliding into the driver’s seat with barely restrained fury. His fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as he backed out and sped off toward her apartment complex. Why couldn’t she just call him? He would’ve picked her up and brought her to his place, Lucas thought. The thought of Amy choosing to stay with another guy instead of calling him made his grip on the wheel tightened. His jaw ticked as he switched lanes, weaving through traffic like a man on a mission. Why Asa? Why not him? By the time he reached her apartment complex, his patience was