My business

Leah stumbled into the restroom, feeling disoriented and dizzy. She could feel her heart racing and her palms were sweaty. She stood in front of the washbin, staring at her reflection in the mirror in disbelief. She had only drank a single glass of cocktail --- just one, but somehow, she had ended up drunk.

Leah turned on the faucet in the sink and cupped her hands under the stream of water. She splashed the cold water onto her face, hoping to clear the fog in her head. She rubbed her cheeks and forehead vigorously, trying to wake herself up.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she had taken something else after the cocktail. She couldn't remember. Her head felt too hazy to recall anything clearly. She tried to focus, but her mind was spinning.

Leah took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. She counted to ten and then opened her eyes again. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw how flushed and disheveled she looked.

'How am I supposed to step out looking like this,' she thought to herself.

Leah's makeup was totally ruined and she could barely stand talk more of walking... And the worst part of the situation was that --- she was horny as fuck. Her body was on fire, she felt like jumping on any available stranger right that moment.

She shook her head in disbelief. How could she have let this happen? She was always so careful about her drinking, but somehow, she had let her guard down. She felt ashamed and embarrassed.

She splashed more water on her face, trying to calm the effect of the alcohol or whatever was in her system which seemed to have only intensified in the past few minutes.

Since the water was unable to calm her down, she wiped her face with a paper towel and decided to call an Uber driver to pick her up from the ball, but she was unable to find her phone. She searched through her bag repeatedly but still couldn't find it.

"Where did I keep it?" Leah asked herself, whilst tapping her temple with a calculative expression on her flushed face.

"I'm sure I left it here." She brought her hand bag closer to her face, holding it tightly by both sides like it was going to fly away if her hands loosen it's firm grip on it.

"Where did you keep it, hm?" She asked her bag, shaking it vigorously for a reply.

"I told you to hold my phone, so where did you keep, uh?" She asked again, her eyes dull like they were closing before dropping her bag on the ground.

"Oops." She giggled before bending down to pick it up from the ground.

"Useless. We will talk when we get back home, okay?" She muttered to her bag.

"Now let's go and find my phone." She said before heading towards the door, waving slightly as she moved.

Leah held the door handle, slowly pulling it open before stepping out.

Leah stumbled out of the toilet, feeling more dizzy from the alcohol she had consumed. As she made her way towards the exit, she noticed a large man standing against the wall opposite the door. He looked like he was waiting for someone.

Leah tried to ignore him and continued on her way, but the man stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"My boss wants to see you outside," he said in a deep voice.

Leah frowned, feeling annoyed at the man's interruption. "I don't know your boss, so step aside." she slurred, trying to push past him.

But the man was too big and too strong. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. "You're coming with me," he said, his grip tightening.

Leah's heart began to race as she realized she was in trouble. But her drunken state made it difficult for her to react quickly. She tried to pull away, but the man was too powerful.

"What do you think your doing. Let go of me now!" She yelled, trying to free her hand from his strong grip. "I said let go!"

As she struggled, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a scarf. Before she knew what was happening, he had covered her nose and mouth with it. She tried to struggle but the effect of the drugs on the scarf had already hit her hard, causing her to pass out within seconds.

"Stupid b*tch, did you really didn't have to make a scene, huh? You just had to make my work harder instead of just coming with me, now look at you...." He huffed, muttering to himself as he threw her slack slender body over his shoulder.

At that same time, Lucius entered the corridor leading to the female restroom, he was struck by the hushed and sophisticated atmosphere. He walked further into the restroom, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the woman he had been searching for.

As he approached the restroom, he noticed a burly man carrying an unconscious woman over his broad shoulders. Lucius recognized her immediately as Leah.

"What are you doing with her?" Lucius demanded, his voice low and menacing.

The man turned to face Lucius, a sneer on his rugged face. "Who the hell are you?" he growled. "Mind your own business."

Lucius stepped closer, his gaze never leaving the man's face. "She is my business," he said in a deadly calm voice. "Put her down and leave."

The man laughed, clearly unimpressed by Lucius' threats. "She's just drunk," he said. "I'm taking her home."

Lucius didn't wait for the man to make a move. In a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed the man by the throat, squeezing until he choked out a gasp.

"You really don't get it do you?" Lucius asked, his grip tightening. "This woman is important to me and no one touches her without my permission. So do you understand now?" Lucius asked tilting his head as the man struggled to curse him.

The man tried to fight back, but Lucius was too strong. With a violent twist, he snapped the man's neck, dropping his lifeless body to the ground.

"Humans," Lucius muttered to himself as he stared at the man's lifeless body lying on the ground, his body turning cold just like the ground.

Lucius turned to Leah, his face expressionless. He picked her up and carried her out of the restroom, taking her to his room.

He laid her gently on the bed, watching her as she slept, her lips slightly parted as her chest rose and fell slowly.

Lucius pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. After a few rings, Alexander answered the call in his usual calm and collected voice.

"What's up?" Alexander asked calmly.

"Clean up the mess in the female's restroom." Lucius said in a direct and business-like manner, before ending the call.

After the call ended, Alexander furrowed his brows in contemplation, before heading to the female restroom.

Lucius slide the phone back in his pocket. He glanced at Leah one more time before turning to the window. Lucius walked to the window, his footsteps echoing through the spacious room.

As he reached the large window, he gazed out at the the bustling streets below still visible despite the late night hour. He sat on the windowsill, the cool glass against his back as he reached for his cigarette pack.

With practiced ease, he extracted a single stick and placed it between his lips, flicking the lighter to ignite the flame. As the tip of the cigarette glowed, he inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling a long stream of smoke into the air.

His eyes flickered over to the woman laying on his bed, her tousled hair spread out on the sheets and her disheveled makeup. Lucius couldn't help but imagine what would have happened to her if he hadn't stepped in when he did.

"The little lamb stepped into the wolf's den without even realizing it." Lucius muttered to himself as he took another puff of his cigarette.