The Next Duke

Twelve

Lillian couldn't ignore the fact that the man whose bedroom was next to hers was such a chick magnet. Women followed him everywhere. She knew it was due to his charisma and of course his looks. He was too handsome for his own good. She was consistently afraid and worried that he might bring someone back to the townhouse. He did have the right to bring a woman home, just as long as he didn't bring them to the manor where the students could see.

She was still frowning whenever she remembered the incident that took place a week after their celebration. Lillian already knew he dabbled in street racing, she also knew he was a good racer. Unfortunately, there were a lot of sexy women and liquor there and anything could happen. When she placed the final touches of the car. Lillian knew the moment he took it for a spin, she placed a distinct sound in the engine identifying it as one of hers. It was known to their group and it was clear that Joseph was under her wing.

However, when he came home that night, Lillian wasn't pleased. He was in her room and the women he brought home were in his. She was far from pleased the moment she saw him lying on her bed. He was also rip roaring drunk.

She didn't say a word, she couldn't. She took one look at the women he brought home and saw they wanted more than a quick toss on the bed. Immediately she called for backup.

"Henry, get George, pay off these women and send them home," she said. Running on adrenaline, she brought the man to her bathroom and pushed him into the shower stall. She turned on the shower put it on cold and divested him off his clothes.

"You called for me, Lillian?" George asked.

"Get me some tea, cold tea. And several bottles of water," she said and noticed that Joseph's eyes were out of focus.

Angered by what she was seeing, she placed a finger inside his mouth and touched his uvula, promptly, the man threw up. His stomach heaved out some of its contents. "What are you doing!" Henry demanded.

"I need to pump out the contents of his stomach, he's on a liquor high, we need to get it out of his system." She waited for George for the tea, it also came in bottles, she made Joseph drink the tea followed by a bottle of water. When she was sure he had taken them, she put her finger inside his mouth and made him throw up. She repeated the same procedure until he she was sure the alcohol was done.

"You need to get undressed, you'll get sick," he rasped out.

Lillian shook her head, "No, you're in no position to make any demands," she stood up and left him there. He saw Matilda hand her a towel, Henry came in and took care of him. When he was finally able to stand on his own, he staggered to Lillian's bed. The woman was working on her laptop and scowled when he dropped next to her.

"Why?" she asked.

He didn't bother to reply, his throat was burning and he could only glance at Lillian with heavy lidded eyes. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her close to his body. She almost dropped her laptop luckily she caught it before it completely fell from her grasp. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to get any more work done, she closed her laptop and lay next to him. He wrapped his arms around her. She felt him kiss her forehead and soon he was snoring away.

The following morning, a very angry Joseph was looking down at her. She opened her eyes when she felt someone tickling her nose. When she realized it was him, she immediately closed her eyes and turned away from him. "Go away," she mumbled.

"I have a bone to pick with you, Betsy," he murmured.

She looked at him again and saw his eyes were lethal, she ignored him and rolled away, "Go away, Joseph."