Chapter 19 He found me

　　Louisa's POV 　　What am I supposed to do? Do I have to make a squeaking sound like a rat? But let's face it, making a squeaking sound doesn't really change me into a rat, does it?! 　　I totally freaked out. 　　"Don't be stupid. There's no rat in this house," Lucas mumbled. 　　How could he be so drunk yet still manage to give a woman organism? 　　That was a myth. 　　"No, I heard it! It was a rat!" the girl insisted. 　　Shut up, bitch. Enjoy your fucking annal sex and leave me alone! Just do whatever you're supposed to do and walk away! 　　The sound of thrusting ceased. 　　My heart sank. 　　No... Is he going to drag me out of my shelter? Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?! 　　I covered my mouth, so I didn't scream out. But I didn't think it would make any difference, because my heart was pounding so loud that the whole floor was vibrating. 　　I heard the sound of steps walking away from the sofa. Then, the sound of pouring liquid into a glass. 　　The girl whined, "Lucas, what are you doing? Are you going to take a look at what's under the sofa? Don't leave me alone like this!" 　　"Put on your clothes and get out of my room." Lucas' voice was as cold as a slate. 　　"What?! Seriously?!" The woman sounded shocked. 　　"Either you get out by yourself or I'll call security. Your choice." 　　I saw the woman's feet again. She was busy putting on her heels. 　　"Did I do something wrong? Are you angry at me? I'm so sorry, Lucas..." the girl whimpered. 　　OK, so, an asshole abandoned her in the middle of sex and she ended up being the one who apologized for everything. 　　Is this seriously happening?! But who am I to make comments like this? I'm just a fucking idiot who was so close to making a squeaking sound under someone's sofa. 　　"Are you going to call me again...?" The girl asked. 　　"Yeah. I will." Lucas replied in a nonchalant voice. 　　"But you don't have my number..." 　　Bang. The door slammed closed. 　　I heard the sound of steps walking toward the piano and the sound of the seat being pulled back. 　　Then, I heard it. The most beautiful piano music that I had ever heard in my life. 　　He could play the piano! And man, he could play. 　　As far as I wanted to believe that Lucas stopped fucking a woman because he had a sudden drive of practicing playing the piano, I eventually gave up the stupid thought. 　　"You can get out whenever you're ready," Lucas' voice sounded playful. 　　The music went on while he was speaking. 　　I knew he must have had a shit-eating smirk on his face. 　　Man, I would do everything to wipe that shit-eating smirk off his face. 　　"No. I don't want to get out! It's very comfortable staying here!" I raised my voice and said. 　　Lucas continued, "You know, I've paid a lot of money for that dress as well as your hair and make-up. And the necklace you're wearing, it's a crime to let it stay in the darkness." 　　"I'll return all of them to you right now! Just leave me alone!" I argued desperately. 　　"You're the first girl that I have ever met who would rather stay underneath a sofa instead of being with me. Have I done anything to make you feel intimidated?" 　　"Other than inviting me into a group sex in the storage room, strip-searching me in a fucking strip club, screwing up my part-time jobs so I could show up at your pathetic party, and having annal sex with another woman on top of my head? No, nothing. Thanks!" 　　The music suddenly ceased. The next second, someone dragged my ankles and pulled me out from under the sofa. 　　Fuck! I didn't even hear the sound of his steps. And it was supposed to take at least 10 seconds to run from the piano to the sofa! How did he manage to do that in the blink of an eye?! 　　Being confused and gripped at the same time, I stared at Lucas. 　　He was wearing a dark silk suit. It was a bit ruffled because of the rough sex he was having. 　　"You're drunk! Put me down!" I hissed and waved my arms. 　　But he didn't put me down. 　　Instead, he held me in his arms and sat on the sofa, where he had just fucked another girl. 　　He put me on his lap and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, sniffing my hair. 　　"What are you doing, pervert?!" I tried to push his head away from me. 　　"You smell so good." He whispered, rubbing his nose against the back of my neck. 　　I gave up struggling and curled up like a ball. 　　"What are you doing down there under the sofa?" He asked, twirling my hair with his long, slender fingers. 　　"How did you know that I was hidden under the sofa?!" 　　"Never answer a question with another question. It's rude." 　　"You're a fucking douchebag! Let go of me right now or else I'll call for help!" I stared at him. 　　"You do know that this is a piano room and everything is sound-proof, right?" He had a mischievous smile on his face. 　　My heart sipped a bit. Fucking asshole with irresistible sexual appeal! It's so not fair! 　　I pressed my hands around his face and turned them away from me. 　　"Stop looking at me like that! I'm not one of your whores that can be pushed or tossed around! I don't want to have anything to do with you!" 　　"So why are you here tonight? Why are you sitting on my lap?" Lucas turned his head toward me again. 　　His eyes were filled with burning passion and affection. 　　Shit. I hate him looking at me like that. I couldn't even think properly! 　　I felt crossed. 　　"I... I'm here to ask you to leave me alone! I know it's you who are behind everything! You framed me at the strip club, so I lost my part-time job. Then, you called the guy from the recruitment center and asked him to stop helping me to look for jobs! Are you enjoying yourself by manipulating my life?! Has it ever come across your stupid mind that I might need a part-time job to support my family?!"