Chapter 3

　　Louisa's POV 　　His intense look set a fire to my body. 　　I had never had any kind of intimacy like this with any man in my life before. 　　And I certainly hadn't felt so turned on like this. 　　It was as if... that I was connected with him by some mysterious bond. 　　A look from him would my knees buckle. 　　This is a very unhealthy feeling. I told myself. He's a playboy and this is nothing but an infactuation to him. 　　But the truth was, I was on fire. 　　At that time, Justin broke the silence. 　　"Wow, I hadn't expected that you've got meat." He stared at my boobs with a lascivious look on his face. "Do you want to join us tonight?" 　　A voice from the crowd jeered, "You've got a date tonight, dickhead!" 　　Justin sneered, "What? A brother can't keep two girls entertained at a time?!" 　　Then, he moved his hips back and forth as if he was fucking two invisible sex dolls. 　　This was too much. 　　Boys like him needed discipline. 　　I pushed Lucas away, grabbed a champagne bottle, and walked straight at Justin, who still couldn't firgure out what was about to happen. 　　He just stood there with a grin on his face and arms wide open towards me. 　　I poured half a bottle of champagne all over his suit. 　　Everyone on the site was shocked. 　　"What the fuck?! You've ruined my suit!" Justin jumped to the side while whinning like a bitch. 　　Jessica screamed and charged towards me, yelling, "You fucking bitch! How dare you pour champagne all over my boyfrien...?!" 　　I didn't let her finish her sentence and poured the rest of the champagne all over her head. 　　Jessica petrified and there was an uproar in the crowd. 　　"You haven't seen that coming, right?" I said in a cold voice to both of them. 　　Then, I smashed the empty bottle on the ground. 　　"Now the party officially starts, you suckers!" I said, walking off without looking back. 　　Even though I pretended to be calm, I actually freaked out like hell from inside. 　　My hands were still trembling because of anger and shame after I walked out of the ballroom. 　　I knew everyone was tweeting about the mad bitch who ripped off her dress on the homecoming party. 　　I even considering the possibility of transferring to another school tomorrow morning. 　　But then, I calmed down. 　　This whole thing isn't my fault. Why should I go? 　　They are the ones who team up and bully me. 　　They should be the ones who feel guilty about it and go away. 　　As I got to the bus station, the last bus was driving away. 　　I was trying to chase it, but I couldn't catch it. 　　What could I say? 　　Not every bus driver would bother to stop for a naked lady running on the street at night. 　　And just when I decided to walk home, it started to rain. 　　I sighed and sat quietly on the side of the road in front of the mascot of a hardware store. 　　It was a smiley beaver holding a sledgehammer in his hand. 　　Chilling rain poured down from the sky. I couldn't stop but shiver like a sift. 　　I told myself that I deserved this because I was such an idiot to believe someone like Justin Davidson. 　　A sportscar stopped right in front of me. 　　Windows rolled down and a middle-aged man's creepy fat bold head emerged. 　　He blew a whistle at me and said, "Party too hard? Do you need a lift?" 　　I ignored him and wished him to disappear. 　　He pressed the horn to get my attention. 　　"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He screamed in the rain. 　　All he had to do was to roll up that damn window and drive away. 　　But he didn't. 　　He had to let his dick make the decision and piss me off tonight. 　　I grabbed the sledgehammer from Mr. Beaver's hands and walked toward the man's car. 　　"Do I look like I need a lift, sir?" I asked him with madness and fury in my eyes. 　　That man looked scared and fled without rolling up his window. 　　As I stood on the side of the road, holding Mr. Beaver's sledgehammer, another car stopped in front of me. 　　I couldn't tell what car it was, but it seemed to be way more expensive and low profile than the first one. 　　The window on my side rolled down and I saw Lucas Sigler's face in the backseat of the car. 　　"Can we talk?" He asked in his signature husky voice. 　　"I don't know." I shrugged and replied. "Do you have car insurance?" 　　He chuckled. 　　The way he chuckled made my heart skip a beat. 　　What's the matter with me?! Why can't I stay cool in front of this asshole?! 　　"You're a funny girl. Lucian, she's a funny girl, isn't she?" He said to his limo driver sitting in the dark. 　　There was no response. 　　Lucas smirked and said, "What do you say? Drop the hammer and get into my car. It's kind of late and there're a lot of predators roaming around." 　　He took a pause and continued, "It's not that I'm having doubt about you could beat the shit out of all of them with that plastic hammer of wrath in your hands. It's just I want to talk to you about what happened tonight." 　　"You are an asshole. That's what happened," I said. "And..." 　　I had to stop swearing at him because the rain above my head suddenly stopped. 　　I looked up and saw a tall, dark man in a black suit standing behind me. 　　He was wearing chauffeur's white gloves, holding a giant umbrella in his hand. 　　Then, he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. 　　"Please get into the car as Mr. Sigler demands, Miss Falco." He said in a low but assertive voice. 　　"Please, Miss Falco. I won't bite. I swear." Lucas held the window frame with puppy eyes. 　　I bit my lips and walked to the other side of the car, escorted by the driver. 　　The chauffeur held the door open for me. 　　The dim light from the car illuminated his face. 　　He looked just like Lucas, with blue eyes and dark, tassel hair. 　　Before I got into the car, his perfect face was marred by a mild frown. 　　"May I restore this sledgehammer to Mr. Beaver?" He asked in a monotonic voice. 　　Lucas burst into laughter while pulling me into the car. 　　"My driver has a very twisted sense of humor," Lucas said as his driver was returning the sledgehammer. 　　I glared at him with a poker face. 　　"Are you still mad at me?" He said while moving an ice bucket away from me. "I'm asking because you want to stab me with this ice pick." 　　He used his long, slender fingers to click the champagne glass in his hand. 　　The car started moving forward. 　　I looked at him and said, "You want to talk. Here I am. Now talk. What do you want?" 　　"I want to fuck you," he said. 　　"Back off. You want to fuck everything that moves." I narrowed my eyes. 　　"No, you don't understand," he said with a serious look on his face. "I want to fuck you more than once." 　　?!!! 　　"Excuse me?!" I asked. The adrenaline kicked in and I had to put a leash on it before I stabbed him with that ice pick. 　　"You asked me a question and I gave you an honest answer," Lucas said in a plain voice. "If you want, I can fuck you right here in this car. You don't have to do anything because I'm very good at it." 　　I got goosebumps when he said something so lewd to me. 　　"Stop the car right now. I want to..." 　　He didn't wait for me to finish my sentence. 　　Instead, he put down the glass in his hand and grabbed my hand. 　　Then, before I realized what had happened, he had already put my hand in front of his firm, muscular chest. 　　"Feel it." He said as he leaned forward. "It synchronized with yours. My heart beats for you. Only for you." 　　I flinched and withdrew my hand as if I had been burnt. 　　For a brief moment, I saw a flash of pain on his face. 　　But it was gone without a trace immediately. 　　"Is this it? Is this how you lure girls to bed? I thought a manwhore like you could do something way better than this." I said with unconcealable annoyance and disgust. 　　"Why would you say something so cruel like that?" He stared at me with disappointment in his eyes. "I was being nothing but honest and straightforward with you." 　　"Shut up and let me out." I raised my voice and took out my mobile. "Or else I will call 911 right now."