Devotion {l.h.}

Chapter Twenty-Three

Luke's POV

I could hear her breathing quicken.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. I couldn't decipher her stare; was she intimidated or was she relived?

I set her down and started making my way up the stairs.

"Hey, where are you going Luke?"  Patrick called out after me

"Home" I responded

"You can't leave, I had the gates locked until midnight. No one gets in, no one gets out, remember what happened last time?"

"What do you mean you locked the gates Patrick?" Ashton said through clenched teeth.

What the fuck was his deal?

"Security measures Mr. Irwin, can't have gate crashers or the police entering the premises again" Patrick replied.

I looked down at Katarina.  She looked nervous.

I could tell that she knew that I was looking at her but she refused to look up at me, instead she turned on her heel and continued to walk down the stairs.

My eyes were drawn directly to her ass.

She looked so fucking sexy tonight.

She captured the attention of every single male; gay or straight in the room, all because of that dress. Intense jealousy raged throughout my entire body at the thought of any guy checking her out.

All I wanted to do was rip that dress off her body and see what was underneath.

Perverted? Yes.

But I didn't care; my body craved hers.

Before my mind could keep up with my body, I was following her into the crowd.

I wanted to feel her body in my arms again.

I pushed past all the sweaty, half dressed girls with zero class.

"Luke! Buddy!"  

I turned around slowly

"Yes Patrick?" I shouted over the music

"How are you?" he shouted back

"Fine"

"What?"

"I said I'm fine"

"I can't hear you, lets talk in my VIP area, follow me" he instructed

I followed him towards the back of the large room and up a flight of stairs that lead to his VIP room. The VIP room was hidden from plain view when you were down on the dance floor but once you were inside the VIP room, you had full view of the room below.

"I'll be right back Luke, make yourself comfortable" Patrick announced leaving me at the door.

"Would you like a drink sir," an old guy in a suit offered

It was Patrick's long time butler.

"Yeah, I'll have lemon and lime bitters with a shot of vodka, hold the ice," I answered

"Very well" 

I sat on the dark red couch next to a large guy that was obviously high. He kept sniffling.

"Cocaine will kill you mate," I said to him

"Not if heroin kills me first" he laughed lazily

A few of the sweaty, half dressed girls entered the room and sat next to me.