Chapter 117 - Touch It

Lewis nodded as Dion and Mike clumsily got out of the pool. He then shifted his attention to his sweet darling.

"How can they let you drink so much?" he sighed, shaking his head as he didn't have a choice.

Instead of letting her cling onto him, Lewis swiftly carried her in a bridal style and head back in. Eyes from the people who were inside had their eyes wide, standing on the side as not a single soul attempted to stand in his way.

"Young Master, this way. I've booked a room just as you wished." Derek came up with his hand gesturing the way, not even bothering on offering to carry her instead.

"I can walk." Devon pouted, but still clinging to him. "But I like this. I feel like we just got married."

Her last remarks made him paused, gazing down at her with eyes glinting menacingly. They drank together before, but it was never to this extent that she was starting to spew reckless words.

"Don't say anything or you'll wake up married tomorrow," He warned in a low tone before casting Derek a look. "Tell Dion and his friend to come to our room after they wash up. We can't let those kids catch a cold."

After saying his piece, Derek informed him about the room's details briefly before Lewis walked away with Devon in his arms. Lewis' brief presence literally stopped the party as Derek scanned the people around, staring at him, wide-eyed.

"You saw anything?" asked Derek, just in case he needed to remind all these people not to speak about other people's personal affairs to anyone. Not that Lewis and Devon's relationship needed it to be a secret, but it would be annoying to deal with those reporters. Derek had better things to do.

"We didn't see or hear anything." One man who was courageous enough to speak for everyone uttered, while the rest shook their head as well. "What is there to see?"

Derek nodded in satisfaction. "Good."

"Oh! Assistant Wang, where is my brother?!" Just then, Dion came out from the pool area, dragging the listless Mike with him. "Am I dead? Can I at least choose what coffin I'd like to rest in?" 

"Bro… I haven't got married yet. Please, don't drag me in here." Mike murmured lifelessly, still shivering from Lewis' piercingly cold eyes. "I was wrong… I will live decently from now on."

"Young Master said you wash up first and see him in the presidential suite." Derek ignored their nonsense and informed them in a matter-of-fact tone. "Also, don't worry. I had sent you a catalog so you can choose the coffin you'd like."

"Bro, bro, bro!" Mike panicked, tugging Dion's shoulder because Derek's tone was too serious and not to be taken so lightly. "I don't want to die, please. It's my day, right? I just want to celebrate…"

"They will follow you after they wash up, Assistant Wang." Bella chimed in as she stood behind the two of them.

Derek raised his gaze at her, meeting her eyes before he nodded. "Alright." 

With that being said, Derek immediately turned around and walked away. While he did, Bella's eyes remained on his back as she never noticed such a man existed and stood beside Lewis, of all people.

"Bro! Bro! Why would your brother need to talk to me as well?" Mike tugged Dion's shoulder, almost having a nervous breakdown from fear. "I did nothing yet! There are so many red flags and I didn't know that she —"

"Who put liquor to every drink here?" Dion's face had zero emotion as he stared at him straight in the eye. "Whose idea was it? Who just got drunk and got seduced while being called a daddy? And why did she get drunk in the first place?"

Mike's knees felt weak, as all Dion's questions were like gigantic rocks thrown at him. But he didn't know! 

"You better wash up, you two." Bella cleared her throat before shifting her attention to the other guest and smiled. "Continue partying, don't mind what happened just now."

Awkward… How could they continue as if nothing happened? First, all other guests were asked to go back since they were told that the address of the party was leaked. Only those who didn't care or just wanted publicity — bad or good — remained. Although they managed to recover from that first shock, how could they recover after seeing Lewis on the flesh?

Lewis. The man who could ruin their careers and lives on a whim. Shouldn't Bella supposed to tell them the party was over instead?

"Don't run away." Dion pointed at Mike, grinding his teeth. "We're best friends and we should live and die together."

"Why don't you just marry me instead?!" 

"Sure, dude. Sure." Dion ruffled his hair before walking away to wash up.

Mike's breath, on the other hand, kept hitching as he never thought a day would come where he would catch Lewis' attention. It was easy to vibe with Dion as they had a lot of things in common, but Lewis… 

"I will live more decently if I get to live after this," Mike mumbled to himself as he dragged his feet towards his room, only to see Dion rummaging through his clothes.

*****

Lewis almost kicked the door open, but fortunately, Devon swiped the card for him. Hence, their entry into their hotel room went smoothly.

"Stay here…" He trailed off as he tried to put her down on the couch, but Devon hooked her arms around his neck. So, he ended up on top of her. 

Devon giggled playfully, seeing how his eyes squinted. "I missed my lover so much my hands don't want to let go."

"Lin Devon, stop playing around," he cautioned under his breath as his eyes darkened. "Kiss, I can take it. But don't torture me like this."

"But I'm not torturing you." She frowned as she was being wronged. 

"You're not?" Lewis breathed out, bending over to her ear, and whispered, "Do you want to know how you're torturing me, right now?"

A sudden chill ran down her spine as his hot breaths tickled her ear. Lewis slowly drew his head back, loosening his tie to breathe.

"How would I know if I'm hurting you? I'm too feeble to do that." Her voice came out as muffled, pouting as she was innocent! 

"Too feeble??" He breathed out once again, grabbing her wrist that was around his neck and guided it down. 

"What are you…?"

"Touch it." He ordered, breathing heavily as his fingers on her side curled into a ball. Her actions were too reckless, and she had been too touchy that he was having a hard time controlling himself. 

Devon bit her lower lip, conscious enough to know what he was talking about. To her surprise, Lewis wasn't lenient tonight and guided her hand to his bulge!

"See? This is what you're doing to me, Dev." Lewis wanted to push himself away but found himself leaning over even more. "Don't be too careless. Although I won't take you while you're under the influence of alcohol."

Her lips opened and closed like a fish, but no words came out. She could still feel his heat on her palm, and how hard he was. 

"If you won't take me, then there's no need to be careful." After her long silence, the words she didn't think about just went out of her mouth.

"Is that so?" His eyes drooped, taking her words as a challenge, and knew he had to teach her a lesson. 

"I mean, I —" before she could argue, Lewis just bent over, thrusting the rest of the sentence back in her throat with her lips. While doing so, Lewis pulled his tie away and started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

"Mhmm!" A protesting moan slipped past her lips and into his mouth as she clutched on his shoulder, but that didn't faze him.

"Lu..." Her breath hitched before her eyes softened and closed, snaking her hand over his broad shoulder, indulging in the heat of his body that was weighing on her.

"Ugh!" Lewis grunted. Her response was rather welcoming, too welcoming. He could barely keep himself sane. "Devon, you…"

His deep, husky whispers were like triggers to open up a portal for freedom. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe, because it was Lewis or just the thought of surrendering herself willingly for the first time, she was unsure.

But what she was certain of was, she liked it. 

"Lu…" she panted, feeling his hand around her lean waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Wait," Lewis whispered, breaking away from her lips reluctantly as he grabbed the first pillow he could grab.

"Young Master, I had contacted the —" Derek abruptly stopped as he caught a pillow flying towards him. 

He jolted in surprised when he heard Lewis yell, "Scram!"

Derek hugged the pillow and blinked. He could only see Lewis' glaring daggers and Devon's heels from his vantage point. He immediately grasped what was going on and bowed, turning around without a word, and left the two of them alone.

When he was outside the room, Derek glanced back at the door, wondering, "Should I call a wedding organizer?"