Louisa's POV
The lobby suddenly turned quiet.
Everyone was staring at Lucas, who was visibly dying inside like a poisoned rat trapped in a hole.
He tightened his fists and walked towards me, with a draft of anger and deep humiliation trailing him like a cheap perfume.
The dark and unfortunate aura coming from him was overwhelming, so I picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at him.
"Stop right there and don't come any closer or I'll..." I exclaimed.
He dodged the flying bottle. It fell to the ground next to his feet and was smashed into pieces.
He looked up at me and kept walking towards me, "What the fuck will you do?"
I saw a giant crystal water barrel on the side of the table, so I ran towards it, trying to push it off the table at him. But I guessed my heels must have tripped over something on the table, so I lost my balance and fell off the table to the ground.
The whole table flipped and everything on top of it was smashed on the ground into shards.
Just when my face was about to hit the ground like the rest of the stuff on the table, a pair of strong arms caught me.
I looked up and saw it was Lucas.
He lifted me up in the air and shook all the shards of glass on my dress like he was dusting a carpet.
"Your Excellency, I'm afraid you're going to have some other kinds of entertainment for today." Lucas bowed slightly to Alpha Zackery and said.
Then, he carried me under his arm like he was carrying a sack and walked off the lobby.
I lifted my head and saw Lucian following us. Will looked terrified in his arms.
"Is she going to be OK?" Will asked.
"Does she look OK to you?" Lucian asked.
Will shook his head.
Judging by the cloudy expression on Lucian's face, I knew I was in big trouble.
But as soon as Lucas' stupid face appeared in my mind, I felt amused.
So I started laughing.
The guffaw must have angered Lucas.
He quickly pushed a door open and threw me on a giant sofa.
The sofa was so soft and cuddly. So I held up a cushion in my arms and started giggling.
"Do you want to explain what the fuck is going on here?!" Lucas shouted at Lucian, who put Will down on the floor and closed the door behind him.
Will trotted towards me, climbed onto the sofa, and hugged me tightly in his arms.
"She's drunk, Luke," Lucian said.
Lucas pointed at me and stamped with rage, "I'm not fucking blind, Lucian! I know she's fucking drunk! I've got really a fucking bad day and don't even start with me right now!"
"She took a sip of Cocotini, and then she's like this."
"Coco... What?!" Lucas looked as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning or something. His face looked so stupid. I couldn't stop laughing.
But then, I felt a sudden discomfort in my stomach and started to retch.
I heard Lucian's voice, "Luke, grab a bucket. I think she's going to throw up."
Lucas quickly picked up the golden waste bin and shoved it in front of my face.
I grabbed the edge of the bucket and started to throw up.
I didn't want to go into details but it was epic.
The stench of alcohol instantly pervaded the air.
"Fuck! Yuck!" Lucas shouted, "How could such a tiny little thing produce so much shit?!"
I looked up and saw Lucas holding my hair with disgust.
Will looked bewildered and terrified. He looked up at Lucian and said, "Is she going to die?"
Lucian sighed and picked him up in his arms.
"No. She's throwing up two-thirds of her body mass. But I think she's going to be OK," he said.
Will struggled and wanted to hug me, but Lucian didn't let go of him.
"You can give her a hug after Lucas cleans her up," he said.
"Fuck! I ain't going to clean this shit up!" Lucas protested.
Lucian didn't pay attention to his objection, strode to the other side of the room, and opened the window.
I looked at Lucas and wanted to say something, but then, another wave of nausea kicked in.
So, I threw up again.
I heard Lucas' grumpy voice, "Oh fuck. You just can't stop, can you? You'd better keep throwing up, little mink because once you're done, I'm going to make you more miserable than you've ever experienced in your life."
After I finally ceased the episode, I could still feel giddiness in my head. I looked around. Everything in this room looked so flamboyant and dazzling, with extravagant combination of colors and excessive detailed patterns.
This must be the VIP Lounge they were talking about. I thought to myself.
Lucas handed the bucket to Lucian and said, "Leave us now."
"Luke, she isn't sober right now..." Lucian said.
"I don't give a fuck!" Lucas interrupted him hysterically, "Can't I have some privacy with my fucking broad in a fucking VIP lounge?!"
Lucian didn't say anything and walked out of the room with Will and the bucket in his hands.
"Let go of me! I want to stay with Louisa!" I heard Will's voice. "He's going to kill her!"
"Will, nobody is going to die today. But if you don't behave, I'm going to put your head into this bucket and carry it with me like a trophy," Lucian said.
Their voices were gone as soon as the door was closed.
There were only two of us in the giant lounge.
Lucas pulled me up and carried me into the bathroom, peeled off my clothes, and pushed me into a bath of cold water.
The piercing chilliness made me thrilled. I regained a bit of consciousness and started to tremble.
Lucas pushed my head into the water again.
I thought he was going to drown me, so I struggled violently and batted the water with my arms.
Lucas loosed his hands and let go of my head and jumped up.
"Fuck! Stop struggling, little carp! You're making my clothes wet!" he shouted.
I swam to the edge of the bathtub, holding the edge of it and looking at him.
Lucas glanced at me and said, "What are you looking at, little mermaid? Do you want to enchant me with your siren voice?"
I placed my chin on top of my hands and said, "You haven't apologized to me yet."