Chapter 10 Strip searched and fired

　　Louisa's POV 　　I didn't take that damn lighter, so I'm not afraid of anything. All I have to do is take off my shirt and show him that... 　　My heart sank when my fingertips touched something hard and square in my pocket. 　　I put my hand into the pocket and took it out. 　　It was a fucking gold lighter with a wolf head on it! 　　!!! 　　What?! 　　How did that fucking lighter get into my pocket?! 　　"You... You must have planted it on me!" I castigated him, wide-eyed. 　　He looked quizzical in the dim light of the room while rubbing his hands together. 　　"Haha. Gotcha!" he gloated. "Now it's time to claim my booty!" 　　He snatched the lighter from my hand and abruptly held me up by my waist. 　　"No! Put me down!" I exclaimed. 　　Well, he put me down. 　　But this time on his lap. 　　My legs were forced to spread on the sides of his body. 　　The inner part of my thighs was placed on his groin. 　　"What are you doing?! Let me go! It must be you! You put the lighter in my pocket!" I struggled. 　　He grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. 　　The buttons of the tight uniform shirt came off and my boobs were exposed in front of his face. 　　In the struggle, his lips accidentally touched my boobs, leaving me reeling. 　　My insides instantly started to boil, clenching at the thrilling, unexpected touch of his lips. 　　"What do you want to do to me?!" I was exasperated and ashamed. 　　Well. I was sitting on his lap with my bra out right in his face. I knew exactly what he wanted to do. 　　But he didn't move. All he did was sit there, staring at me, like he was examining some goods. 　　His face was softly illuminated by the ambiant light. I drowned in his features from this angle. He had a beautiful profile. Straight nose, square jaw, just like those photoshopped contract models in the razor commercials. Dense, long eyelashes that looked like butterfly wings added a little sentimental touch to his look, which made him more seductive. 　　Suddenly, his phone buzzed. I gasped in surprise and tried to get off him, but was pressed again on his lap. 　　I didn't like the vibration coming from my crotch. 　　I didn't like it at all. 　　"Stay put, little sloth." He chuckled and reached for his phone in his pocket. The back of his hand slid through my thighs. 　　My face blushed and I bit my lower lip again. I hate being touched by him like this. It seemed that he didn't even realize what he had done to me. 　　But at the same time, I found a perfect opening for my escape plan. While he was talking on the phone, I could knock on his groin and run away just like that. All I had to do was... 　　He pressed me on the sofa and pinned me with his legs. 　　OK. My escape plan failed. 　　He took a look at his phone and hit the answer button. 　　"Farrow." He snapped in a monotone. 　　A rasping voice came out of his phone - 　　"Sir, we're waiting for you right now." 　　"I got caught up with something," Lucas said, fiddling with the strap of my bra with his fingers. 　　Fucking asshole. Should I call for help or something? Maybe the person on the phone would hear my voice and call the police or something. 　　Just when I was about to shout, Lucas covered my mouth with his giant hand. 　　Is this motherfucker reading my mind or something? He's such a freak! 　　I gave him a dark look. He displayed a playful smile on his face, like a naughty boy who had managed to steal some candies from a candy jar. 　　There was a brief silence on the phone before the disembodied voice said in a low voice, "Sir, Alpha is here." 　　Alpha? What does it mean? Is that some kind of code name or something? Is Lucas a drug dealer? A mafia boss? A drug dealing mafia boss who eats people for a living? 　　The smile on Lucas' face immediately disappeared. He looked intense and nervous. I could see a trace of fear flashing across his face. 　　"I'll be there in 20 minutes." He replied and hung up. 　　"I've gotta go somewhere, Louisa, so let's call it for a night." Lucas stood up and walked toward the door in a hurry. 　　Seriously? He was going to let go of me just like that? 　　"Wait!" I grabbed his arm. 　　He turned and stared at me in surprise. 　　"What? You want me to finish what I've started?" He grinned with his eyes lurking at my chest. 　　Feeling embarrassed, I retracted my hand and pulled my shirt to cover my boobs. 　　"You have to explain to my supervisor that I hadn't stolen your lighter!" I said in despair. "I can't lose this job because I need the money!" 　　Lucas looked mollified. He eyed me warily for a moment and opened the door gracefully. 　　Natasha, my supervisor, was waiting outside, prying. 　　"Sir," she cleared her voice awkwardly and said, "I would like to apologize on behalf of..." 　　Lucas cut her short - 　　"That girl stole my lighter. I don't want to see her ever in this place." 　　What?! 　　"He's lying! I didn't..." 　　I didn't finish my sentence, because Lucas had already walked off without looking back at me. 　　I tried to run after him to stop him, but Natasha pushed me back. 　　"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?! Running after Mr. Farrow like that?!" she scolded. 　　"But I didn't steal his lighter! He planted it on me!" I argued with tears circulating in my eyes. 　　Natasha rolled her eyes impatiently and said, "You're fired. Hand in your uniform right now and security will walk you out of the club!" 　　Two giant ape-like men in dark suits approached me. 　　"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I cried out. 　　"Beat it, bitch. Don't ever let me see you again!" Natasha gave me a vicious look. 　　"But..." 　　"There's no but! I also need all your tips for tonight. It's for all the damage you've caused to this place." She added and stormed away. 　　Feeling indignant, I wiped off the tears from the corners of my eyes, but more tears poured down my cheeks immediately. Before long, I was crying like a melting candle. 　　Just when I was about to totally lose it, Leo, Lucas' best friend, showed up. 　　"Hey, Lucas sent me here and he wanted me to give you this." 　　Leo slipped a card into my hand. 　　It was Lucas' name card with his number on it. 　　Just like the lighter, there was a wolf head on the back of the card. 　　"Lucas wants to see you at his party tomorrow night," Leo added. "Come to Redwood Mansion and show this card to the doorman. He'll let you in." 　　Then, he approached me and lowered his voice, "He also wants you to know, if you're short of money, give him a call at any time." 　　Then, he winked at me and walked away in a hurry. 　　Standing in the middle of deafening dance music, I felt completely out of place. 　　Deep down in my heart, I wanted to crumple the card into a ball and step on it. 　　But I clenched my jaw while squeezing the card tightly in my hand. 　　After all that I had been through tonight, I lost my job, all my tips, and my dignity. 　　And it was all because of that asshole Lucas Farrow! 　　He had to pay for it!