Bree's POV
We arrived at the club after a short drive. As we walked in, I saw different people doing their thing—some were dancing, and others were openly making out. Eww, how disgusting.
Avery dragged my hand and headed straight to the bar. We sat, watching everyone. But something felt off.
"Avery, why am I not seeing any of our classmates? I thought you said we were all celebrating together tonight?" I asked her.
"I actually lied," she said sarcastically. "I knew that was the only way I could drag you to the club with me."
"For Christ's sake, Avery! You know I hate places like this, but you still deceived me into co—"
"Oh my good God!! Bree, can you see that guy walking in with bodyguards?" she squealed, blushing widely.
"Avery, are you even listening to me? And you'd better not approach that guy—he doesn't look like one of those ordinary flirty types you mess with. No normal person walks around with that many bodyguards. He could even throw you out of the club if you annoy him," I tried to warn her, knowing full well she wouldn't listen.
"He dare not. I'm going to meet my prince charming," she said and started walking in his direction.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, Avery!" I called out loud enough for her to hear, but she didn't even glance back.
First, she dragged me to this club, and now she's left me all alone—to go flirt with some guy she doesn't even know.
"Good evening, miss. My boss wants to see you."
I heard a voice behind me and turned to face a tall, dark, handsome man dressed in a black suit. He looked more like a model than a bodyguard.
"Sorry… do I know you?" I asked, confused.
"You can't just walk up to me and tell me your boss wants to see me and expect me to follow you. Do I look like a fool to you?" I added bluntly.
"I'm sorry, miss. My name is Leam, and my boss wants to see you," he said again, politely.
"Leam, go back and tell your boss that if he has anything to say, he should come meet me here," I said, turning my back to him. These rich guys always think that money gives them power over everything.
A moment later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned—it was Leam again.
"What is it now, Leam?" I asked.
"Miss, my boss said I should carry you if you still don't want to come with me. He told me not to come back without you."
That boss of his really has some nerve.
"That boss of yours really has guts," I muttered, now clearly annoyed. Who the hell does he think he is?
"Please, miss. Just come with me. If not, I'll lose my job," he pleaded.
"Is your boss really that heartless? How can you work for someone like that? Fine. I'll go—so you don't lose your job. You know, I have a conscience—unlike your boss." I huffed and followed him.
Ayden's POV
I was seated in a very dark corner of the club. I chose not to go into my VIP room tonight. The section I sat in was restricted—no one was allowed here except for my friends or anyone I permitted.
From where I was, I spotted two young ladies walking toward the bar. They sat down and started observing everyone around. One of them started a conversation. From the look of things, she was uncomfortable being here.
The other one began blushing and pointing toward the entrance. I turned to see who she was pointing at—it was Adrian. Of course. He's handsome, so I'm not surprised. But he's a playboy. He always says he'll change when he finds true love, but that seems impossible.
The lady who pointed at him was beautiful—but not as beautiful as the one beside her. Not that it's my business. Still, something about the one at the bar caught my attention. So, I sent Leam to bring her to me.
He returned, telling me she said I should come to her instead.
She really has guts. No one ever disobeys my order—or maybe she's just playing hard to get. Or maybe she doesn't know who I am. Either way, I was more interested in her now. Something about her was different.
So, I sent Leam back, this time threatening him with his job if he failed. I pay my staff well, and they know I'm not someone to cross. I watched as he spoke to her again. She was stubborn—but eventually, she followed him toward me.
"I'm here. What do you want to say?" she asked the moment she saw me.
"Sit," I said calmly.
"No, I won't—until you tell me why I'm he—"
"I SAID SIT!" I commanded coldly.
She hesitated for a second before sitting beside me—but she gave me plenty of space. I might have scared her.
"Get me a bottle of wine and two tumblers from the bar," I told Leam. He left and returned shortly with the items.
"You can leave," I said, and he walked away.
I poured two glasses and handed her one.
"I don't drink," she said.
"It won't make you drunk," I assured her.
I lied. It was an alcoholic drink. But I had no intention of harming her. She hesitated, then took the glass. We drank in silence.
I didn't want to ask her name. She still seemed uncomfortable, and I wanted her to feel free. If she wanted to introduce herself, she would. If not, so be it.
Time passed—over an hour. The bottle was empty. She didn't look so good. Mostly Bree. She looked… uncomfortable. She began rubbing her thighs together. I noticed the uneasiness.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Let's go somewhere else," she mumbled.
"Like where?"
"A hotel."
"You sure?" I found myself asking—when I should've said no.
"I want us to be alone… without disturbance."
I was starting to feel strange too. But I wasn't drunk. I had a high alcohol tolerance. Still, something was off. I helped her to her feet and led her out of the club.
At the Hotel
I used my card to unlock the hotel room. It was the only room on the entire floor—my hotel, my rules. I valued privacy.
As soon as we entered, Bree rushed toward me and started kissing me. I tried to pull away, but my body craved her. I reciprocated briefly—before snapping out of it.
I couldn't do this. Not like this.
Then she whispered something:
"I'm h***y and I want you now. Please don't say no."
That's when it hit me.
We've been drugged.
Ayden's POV
Who the hell had the nerve to drug my drink? That person is dead.
I grabbed my phone.
"Boss, is something wrong?" Ryan answered.
"Get all the CCTV footage from tonight. Find out who drugged my wine. Now," I ordered and ended the call.
I looked at Bree.
"Are you spending the night? Waiting any longer is driving me crazy… and I really want to have you now," she said, walking toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I didn't want to do this—but leaving her alone in this state could damage her health. That drug affects women more intensely. I had no choice. I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her closer.
"Is that a yes?" she asked, smiling.
I answered by shutting her lips with mine.
Author's POV
She unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside while their lips stayed locked. He helped her out of her gown, leaving her in just panties and a bra. Then he gently carried her to the bed and laid her down like she was made of glass.
He unbuckled his belt and slipped off his pants. Then he climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply...