Naomi Pov

Dinner was a dream come true. Lucian ordered a buffet and I tasted all the food that was brought to us. He really went out of his way.

Right now, we were watching the city through the glass after dinner as we waited for dessert. Lucian had a glass of whiskey in his hand as usual. I had refrained myself from asking in the limousine but I couldn't stop myself now. 

"Why do you always drink whiskey?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment. He looked disoriented, like someone ...