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.