Megan’s heart raced; she couldn’t bear the thought of her life being destroyed by this man.
As she glanced at Lucian, who seemed utterly indifferent, she swallowed her pride and pleaded for his help, “Lucian... please, save me...”
Waston’s actions froze as he looked towards Lucian.
Lucian finished his drink, then feigned surprise as he realized everyone was watching him.
He set down his glass and addressed Waston, “Since I’ve finished my drink, I suppose I’ll take my leave now. Let’s catch up another day, Mr. Waston.”
Catching the implication in his words, Waston brightened up with a smile, nodding enthusiastically. “Of course, of course, I’ll make sure to invite you to a drink next time.”
What little warmth Megan felt chilled instantly due to his dismissive attitude.
She was utterly hopeless.
Waston swept her up in his arms, his lecherous demeanor drawing snickers from the onlookers.
It wasn’t until they reached the bedroom that he set her down.
As Waston eagerly began to unbutton his shirt, ready to indulge in his ‘feast’, Megan suddenly grabbed a lamp from the table and smashed it over his head.