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Chapter 9 We made a deal

  Louisa's POV   So. Good news and bad news.   The good news was my first kiss was one heck of a kiss and the person who was kissing me remembered my name.   The bad news was this jerkface seemed to be scheming something more than doing a strip search on me.   I didn't care what people said, but I just wasn't prepared to lose my first kiss and virginity on the same night, because according to my mom, pre-marriage sex kills a person faster than drugs.   No. No. No! This isn't happening to me. I will not be trapped like a fucking mouse. I have to calm down and I have to think of something to get out of this fucking Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. But...   I racked my brains and I couldn't come up with anything that I could do.   Sitting in front of me, pampered and condescending, was the dark prince or evil Lord of the night. He looked like a complete asshole with his shit-eating sadistic smirk on his face, sipping a glass of 500-dollar Moët & Chandon.   I touched my lips, swollen from his kiss. All my senses were in disarray and my brain just didn't work under his intense gaze.   I suddenly felt so sorry for my pathetic life. I really should have listened to what Leah told me. I shouldn't have decided to work in this fucking strip club.   But now, everything was too late...   I knew my life would never be the same again after tonight.   In despair, I curled up like a barbed ball of fear and started to weep silently.   "Are you crying?" He put down the champagne glass and drew himself closer to me.   "Are you happy now? To see me suffering like this?"   I lifted my hand to wipe my tears, but my arm was grabbed by him.   I felt a shiver of desire and thought he would pull me into his arms, but he didn't.   Instead, he leaned forward and licked the tears off my face.   His tongue was warm and slimy. I couldn't believe that a moment ago, his tongue was actually sticking into the back of my throat.   Feeling shocked and disgusted, I pushed him away.   I thought he was an asshole, but I didn't expect him to be an eccentric pervert.   He licked his lips as if he was tasting my tears.   "You're so delicious," he mumbled.   What is this? Is he fucking cannibal? Am I going to be consumed by him tonight? Is he going to lock me up in fucking pit and asked me to put the lotion in the basket or something?!   My whole body switched into a defense mechanism and my first defense was...   Well, pretty reckless.   I slapped his face and scowled, "Are you going to eat me?! If you eat me, I'll become a ghost and come back to haunt you, like, every day, for the rest of your life!"   That must be the weakest threat ever. And the slap? Weak, weak, weak. Like that's gonna work. Dah.   OK. To wrap it up for tonight. I poured a bucket of ice all over a guy. I kissed a guy. I slapped a guy and cursed a guy.   And all the guys turned out to be the same guy.   Can tonight be more eventful?   For a brief moment, I couldn't tell what was on Lucas' face.   He looked a bit surprised and amused, but at the same time, I saw a burning flame of anger in his eyes.   I wouldn't be surprised if he placed his hands around my neck and squeezed the life out of me.   But eventually, he just clasped my hand, and gently squeezed it, which echoed through my body.   "I'm not going to eat you. I'm not a wolf." He chuckled.   He sat next to me, stroking my knee back and forth as if he was trying to comfort me.   My breathing accelerated. His absent-minded touch made my hormones sour into the sky.   What is he doing? Is he going to massage me before chewing me alive? My dad told me that some lunatic Japanese farmers would play music and do massages on cows before killing them for their meat. It was so twisted.   This whole thing felt so vice yet so right at the same time.   "I have never met a girl like you before," Lucas said dryly, with his eyes dancing with amusement and interest.   "You haven't met a 5'5'' brunette with green eyes before?" I held my legs and shifted backward a bit.   I didn't want him to touch me because he was too fucking inflammable.   Lucas glanced down at me, a slight smirk on his lips.   "You're very special to me. So does my lighter."   Compare me with a lighter. Am I supposed to feel flattered being objectified like this?   "I didn't steal your lighter..." I gathered my courage and whispered. My voice was a lot louder in my mind. "I can take off my clothes and prove it to you. But you have to promise me that you won't touch me... And you'll let me go after I'm proved to be innocent."   "You want me to negotiate a deal with you to see you naked?" He looked as if he was enjoying some twisted private joke.   I bit my lips again. He was so tantalizingly close to me. If I lifted my head, the tip of my nose would have touched his nose.   "Or you can just let me go. You know I haven't stolen your lighter." I whispered and wiped more tears off my face.   "I'll take the deal because you're special to me," he said. "Take off your clothes right now. If you haven't got my lighter on you, you can walk free out of this door."   "And you can't touch me," I added.   He raised both of his hands in the air. He looked like a bear.   OK. To hell with it. I thought to myself. People like him are used to getting whatever they want. I'm not in the position of negotiating anything with them.   I lowered my head and was about to unbutton my shirt when I heard his voice -   "However, if my lighter was on you, you would have to agree to do whatever I asked you to do."   "OK," I whispered.

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