Chapter 16

Louisa's POV

A week passed after the catastrophic game night.

I was busy running around like a headless chicken, juggling with three part-time jobs to make ends meet.

I hadn't seen Lucas Sigler. Not even once.

It felt as if he had never appeared in my life.

Whenever I thought of him, my heart would be throbbing.

I couldn't stop thinking of him, so I was constantly in pain.

This felt so weird.

I had never felt so much anger, grievance, and frustration at the same time.

Everything changed on the day when I got the part-time job from the Warehouse.

Every man in Stanton City knew about the Warehouse.

It was like a gentleman's club crushing into a shithole, leaving nothing in between.

I was working as a cocktail waitress, wearing bunny ears and a bunny tail and all.

I earned 25 dollars per hour plus handsome tips by empathizing with drunk middle-aged men and listening to their varied opinions toward faked boobs.

Can't complain.

So, on my first day of work, while I was listening to a