Chapter 6 He forgot me

Louisa's POV

Dressed up in a shredded white T-shirt (I didn't even want to know how it had been shredded) and blue-ripped jeans, his sex appeal was irresistible, like James Dean walking out of a movie poster and starting ripping off his shirt and jeans in front of you.

His sidekick, Leo Kofron, who was also busy sucking a Russian stripper's tits, noticed my existence and waved at me.

"Waiter! Come clean the shit on the table because someone is going on a Russian roulette of shame!" He exclaimed while biting the girl's nipples with his teeth.

The good news was Leo didn't recognize me.

The bad news was Lucas might recognize me.

I mean, seriously?! Why did this kind of shit happen to me?!

And what the fuck is the Russian roulette of shame?!

I didn't even want to know.

"What are you doing? The customer is calling you!" Natasha wasn't very happy about me standing there like an idiot.

I lowered my head and clenched my jaw, walking toward their booth with a basket.

The light in the club dimmed with fusion house music playing in the background.

Great. I snickered. Hopefully, Lucas, who was busy sucking tits, wouldn't recognize me when I approached.

I would just go there, clean whatever shit there was from the table, and swiftly run away from him, just like what I had done at school earlier today. Twice.

I tip-toed along the wall toward the table, making sure that my figure was completely immersed in the darkness.

Then, I started to snatch things from the table like a rat. Empty beer bottles, cans, cigarette butts, used condoms, and other very sticky and unspeakable items from the table. I quickly took all of them among women's naked limbs, torsos, and crotches, one at a time.

This strategy seemed totally worked out. Neither Lucas nor Leo noticed my existence.

Everything was just fine until Leo took a mic and jumped on the table that I had cleaned up like a pro.

With his pants hanging halfway on his knees, Leo claimed in a hoarse voice, "Ladies and gentlemen in the club, today is your lucky day! Tomorrow is my best friend Luke's 20th birthday. Tonight, every drink and lap dance will be on Young Master Luke's tab! Human beings, let the feast begin!"

The whole club was set on fire by Leo's announcement. People roared in cheers, laughter, exclaims, and claps. The music started to become explosive and...

All lights in the club ignited at the same time.

Just when I started to panic and tried to sneak away, my arm was grabbed.

"Hey." I heard Lucas' deep voice among the chaos in the club.

Oh, shit! Please, don't let him recognize me! Abrakadabra Fucking Evanesco Avada Kedavra!

Before I could turn my head back, Lucas had already wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me against him.

I was positive that he was stroking his face against my butt.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" I screamed, struggling to get away.

But I failed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lucas slurred next to my ear. His breath smelt like cigarette and gin.

He didn't come across as a gin guy to me, because I thought gin was used for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness.

You need to, first of all, have a heart, to feel seemingly incurable sadness about things.

And Lucas didn't seem to have a heart.

As I was struggling in vain, Lucas' lips gently swiped the tip of my ear.

It was the most sensitive part of my body and it was really a cheap shot! But I hated to admit that it was the right shot. My whole body was melting like ice in his arms.

My struggle seemed to make him excited. He flipped my body to force me to look at him.

His grip was firm, like an inevitable force of nature.

"You..." Lucas looked at me anxiously with dark blue eyes. I knew he was trying to look for words in his head, but he was just too drunk to put words together.

Then, he pulled my body toward him, as if he was trying to take a closer look at me.

We were so damn close and his look was dark and dangerous.

I stared at him in disbelief. Holy shit. It was bad, really bad.

He gazed down at me. His look was so intense and grave.

At that moment, my heart skipped a bit.

It felt like the world stopped turning all of a sudden.

The loud music. The chaotic crowd. The clanking sound of beer bottles and wine glasses.

All of them. Temporarily gone.

He was holding me and I had all of his attention. I was truly seen, for the first time in my life, by such a grand, marvelous, but devilish person.

His expression was completely unreadable. His eyes are scorching dark and intense.

My mouth dropped open slightly but recovered immediately.

I wanted to gasp, but there was no air getting into my mouth.

Is he going to... kiss me?! I licked my chapped lips and thought to myself.

I became numb. I knew I should say something to break this silence between us. But I just couldn't articulate my feelings about all this, because I was overwhelmed.

It took me a second before I realized that I was panting heavily in front of him.

But at exactly the same moment, the nasty scene in the storage room appeared in my mind.

The girl's submissive voice. Her aberrant behavior. His perfect naked torso. His giant manhood... All of them flashed across my mind.

No, I would rather die being kissed by an asshole like him. I shook my head slightly.

Just as the world started to turn again, Lucas suddenly pointed at the bucket in my hand and murmured -

"You... You've taken my lighter..."

I was struck in the face by a souring fact -

Lucas, the motherfucker who had casually invited me to join in a three-way, the asshole who kneeled in front of me to get my name, didn't even recognize my face!