"Where did you disappear to last night?" Hervé inquires, a light in his blue eyes when he sees that I was sucking on a lollipop and not a cig

I needed a cig and an exorcism that's what! I'd been on YouTube, trying to find some clue as to why that thing that happened last night happened!

"I could say the same for you mate! Abandoning me for some sket like that." I grumble not-too unpleasantly at him

"That sket was a former childhood friend of... Our..mine." He reveals, which I couldn't have guessed from last night

"Seemed awfully cozy to me." I shrug studying him

"I'll tell you all about it right after you answer me." He assures me and so I tell him, about Luna, about calling Angus after Harrigan's confession, about Harrigan's confession and then finally about my dilemma with the chicken and the shrimp

"You had quite a night then." He sighs, shaking his head

That's without me telling you I fucked your best friend again!

"I'm never drinking again." I decide, clearly it was the alcohol.

It had to be the alcohol!

"It doesn't explain why Lucas woke up today screaming your name..." Hervé says with a mischievous grin on his face

I don't know what he's talking about clearly, because I've never heard of a Lucas before. Sorry to that man.

"So... childhood friend..." I prod needing something of other people's drama to distract me from last night

"Oh, yeah... We grew up together and such like." He shrugs

"Do you think he might've been having a nightmare about you then? Lucas? He was shouting about the house looking for you as if he expected you to be there somehow." Hervé explains as if I've ever heard of a Lucas before

"You seemed quite cosy with your childhood friend last night, just dipped on me like you thought I had Ebola." I state, sticking to the story I wanted to talk about

He has the audacity to look at the fence, as if there was a world in which this conversation was over.

"He almost punched me because he suspected I had something to do with your disappearance can you imagine... It was partly my fault, I shouldn't have been laughing at him for stomping all the way to the office in nothing but his godforsaken sex robe in search of you." He adds, which was only interesting because Lucas hadn't been to the office yet, that I knew of, not that I knew any Lucas...

"Mxm, Please eh, don't come here to show your teeth and waste my time!"I say clapping my hands at him

He chuckles, because apparently something is hilarious

"I was in a comma and a lot happened when I was away, some stupid things were done in case I died" He shrugs

"Ah-ah! Did you bring me all the way out here to serve me cardboard fam?" I complain at his lack of detail

"That's all you babe. I just came here to show my teeth and waste your time." Hervé chimes

Speaking of wasting time, I actually had some meeting notes to prepare for Harrigan! Not that I knew of a Lucas or anything, but if he was still angry I'd need help getting to my desk safely.

"I have to send off some emails but... this story." I say patting his chest as I try and make my way back to my desk

"I'll walk you to your desk, I have to figure the story out myself." Hervé says patting my hand back

Yes! Walk me back and protect me from your monster of a best friend!

There was a lot of figuring out we both needed to do and I was trying my best to walk in a position that didn't trigger the terrorist between my legs. What in the absolute hell had I got up to last night? Why was I like this?

"Hey..." Hervé says, pulling me gently back to him

"Is this because I left you at the dinner last night?" He teases

It's because I slept with him again! Again! A number of times too, and I'm trying to regret it!

"Lie to yourself eh. We all have our problems innit?" I sigh back, shaking my head at him

"Lunch time." He promises,

"You got some answers I'd like to get off you yeah?" He teases in what he clearly thinks I sound like

"Safe." I grumble like a petulant little baby (cool)

He presses his lips against my forehead. I smile and stick the lollipop back in my mouth. I love forehead kisses! LOVE THEM! I was still feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at my desk.

"Funke..." Lucas' voice, more commanding than usual, calls to me

My first reaction is to remove the lollipop out of my mouth

I remember, you pervert!!!

I want to run, so I find myself frozen to the spot, as if he was some kind of motion detector and wouldn't see me if I stayed statue

"My office in fifteen..." he demands darkly

I'm not even trying to look him in the eye, so I grumble, choosing to continue to my desk to send the notes out to Harrigan. Four more months, that's all I had to endure of this hellhole. Surely I could do well to not fuck him again for four months! I could keep my legs closed for that long! I send off the emails, consider texting Hervé to tell him my life was in danger, and then I walk, slowly, to Lucas' office, already predicting the worst. What's the worst he could do? Bend me over his desk and make me scream so loud everyone would hear me? Why was vagina terrorista slightly excited? What if he had all the sextuplets lined up in there dressed like the shame nun and they'd ring the bell at me and initiate me into the harem?

He was alone, standing by my escape window, which was a dumb move because I could just walk out through the door now. He was in jeans, hands in his pocket and I hoped, now that the sextuplets weren't here, that if I didn't look him in the eye we could just pretend last night didn't happen. I move towards the door, he moves towards me.

"Shut the door." He says in a rather menacingly silent way

My hand pushes the door shut behind me, nervously.

"Where did you go this morning?" He inquires gruffly, a tinge of what I imagine to be hurt making itself heard in his voice

"Home." I shrug flatly

I paid rent, I had a place, you've been to it before. Did you think I went over to my sextuplets for a breakfast orgy?

"How?" he pries,

"Taxi." I state softly

I roll my eyes at the floor, there was a bunch of possibilities as far as getting to my place. I could fly, teleport...

"How did you get out of the house without your clothes Funke?" he huskily demands

I don't know how he got to me but his hand is on my neck again, lifting my chin to fix my eyes on his. He looked... mad...deranged even... utterly unhinged, but his hand on my neck was gentle.

"I wore yours." I simply reveal, lifting an eyebrow at him

How else could I have left his house? On the buff? And I'm not the one that locked my dress in your car, sir! You are! He growls, a low growl that startles me silly. He lets go of my neck, my gaze drops to the floor. Did this man just growl at me? At his big age?! Was this how I die?

"Look at me Funke." he commands softly

My face pops up, out of fear, waiting for the reveal. He'd been a werewolf this entire time obviously! Or a vampire! And now he was going to kill me

"Do you like it when I devour you mogran?" I remember him hissing at me the first time around

This was it! I hadn't watched enough vampire diaries to know what to do next so I'm forced to shakily obey him. He just stands there, staring at me as I wait for him to say it.

"At what point last night or this morning did I say you could leave?" he wonders seriously at me

I almost suck my teeth at the question, to stop the memories from flooding in, but then remind myself that he was the living dead, some form of it, and he could snap my neck at any point. Was that why he always had his hand on my neck? I should've paid more attention to twilight, now look at me, near my own death!

"As who?" I mumble softly my gaze falling back to the ground.

I was never the type of person for commanding, and my big mouth was going to get me killed by Vampire Lestat over here.

"Follow me." He states, walking to the office door and out.

I want to protest and hold my ground, but something about his tone forces my feet out after him. It was more dignified to leave by my own feet than to be carried out, and the way Vampire Lucas was acting, I didn't trust that he wouldn't do it. Ever since this bloke spanked me, my limits for what he'd do in public or otherwise had stretched severely.

I hiss softly when my thighs touch and the soreness stings, but I keep up right after him as we make our way to the main house and then the first floor, taking what seems to be a private elevator to the third. I am quiet with my eyes on the floor as we go, wishing to not make any eye contact or recall anything from a few hours ago. Did he think I stole something? Was that what this was about? He wasn't going to get his shirt back! I earned it!!! It's mine now!

He opens a door, stepping aside to let me in. I consider, for a moment, turning around and running, but the truth was that I didn't even know where I was. I pull my sweater over my shoulders and discretely pull my dress down before stepping into the room, my eyes still on the ground, careful to be close enough to the door in case of anything. I am frozen mid-step when I recognize the carpet, the soft plush carpet that tells me this is his bedroom. I look up, confirming it for myself. I was back in the room of grey, beige and gold, the dramatic chandelier hung over the dusty bronze and browns of his bed. I turn back to Lucas who was leaning against the blocked door with a bottle of wine and some kind of ribbon on each hand.

"A little further in..." he prods gently, a darkness to his gentle demeanour I didn't trust.

I frown and take two steps further into his room and then turn to face him. Why was I here? What did he want?

"Do you feel anything mo ghràdh?" He inquires in that soft darkness I didn't trust

I take in a deep breath and look around the room again before shaking my head. I didn't have the guts to call him mo chridhe now, especially after last night.

"Any tingling sensations, itchiness, a rash coming on, nausea... the urge to sneeze maybe?" he prods stepping into the room now

I pout up at his line of inquiry, wondering if he was trying to list the number of possible diseases he gave me last night. Aside from the fact that I was scared shitless of this version of Lucas, ashamed of what happened last night, slightly hangover still and sore, I didn't feel any of his symptoms.

"No." I stiffly say

"Ah... so she's not allergic to my room in daylight." he taunts, placing the bottle by a console