sinking ships - succession

chapter eight

When Rose awoke in the morning, she had a pounding headache and the urge to vomit. She quickly leaped off the bed and towards the bathroom. She could hear a chuckle as she did so but she didn't pay it much mind.

      She hurled all of the contents in her stomach into the toilet. When the violent upset of her stomach was over, she washed her mouth out and then shuffled out of the bathroom slowly and sluggishly before lying back in bed on her stomach with her head down.

            "That sounded terrible," the blond Viking commented from his side of the bed.

       She merely groaned in response which made him chuckle again. Everything from last night was fuzzy but it was there.

         "Don't even start," she warned him as she turned onto her back.

          "Alright," he agreed with an amused smile before he frowned. "Well, do I, at least, need to worry about you idiotically trying to jump off buildings again?"

          She was silent for a moment before she answered honestly, "No."

Her cheeks flushed a bit that she had been that vulnerable with a stranger. Well, she knew of Lukas but he was still a stranger. It made her a bit peeved.

"Why were you even at the party last night?" she asked curiously. "Usually, only models show up."

"Exactly," he smirked.

She peeked at him over the pillows to see that (adorable but she'd never tell him) grin and she rolled her eyes. She knew what he meant. He showed up because he wanted to get laid.

"You're such a guy," she stated in disgust. "I hope you know you are so not getting in my pants."

"Not yet," he promised confidently. "And I don't know why you're so opposed since I already know what's under there when you told me in such detail."

She threw a pillow at him as she remembered she told him about her birthmark, "If you tweet that, I'll murder you."

"You promise?" he smiled cutely just to aggravate her which made her glare daggers at him and he chuckled before he said seriously. "I won't tweet it. That would be totally dumb."

Why would he want to tell the whole world something only he knew about her? Not to mention how intimate the knowledge was. No, he was keeping it all to himself.

           Rose started to relax against the bed once he said that. She laid there for a moment before Lukas couldn't help but tease, "I would totally be fine with you tweeting that I have pretty eyes, though."

            She threw another pillow at him as she blushed before she got up, "I'm going to my own room."

           He chuckled before he scrambled up and in front of her, "Wait, wait. It was just a joke."

           "Uh huh," she nodded. "And I'm still leaving."

         He gave her cute, hopeful little smile, "Can I have your number?"

         "No."

         "Can I see you again?"

         "No."

         He stared at her a bit in aggravation as he bit his lip before he slowly nodded his head like it was a done deal, "I'll see you again."

      "Sure," she said sarcastically before moving to the door. "Bye, Lukas."