Stanley laid them on the bed and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
For the first few minutes, they stayed still, too drunk to move. Soon, their bodies began to feel hot, and they started turning restlessly on the bed.
Kyle turned toward Freya and pulled her close. He kissed her roughly, his hands moving over her body without thought. She responded, gripping his hair tightly. The kiss deepened, messy and rushed. Clothes were tugged at and torn off in a hurry, movements clumsy from the alcohol.
Kyle pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, kissing her neck as she gasped softly. Freya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Lost in the moment, he pushed into her, making her cry out as her hands clenched the bedsheet.
He moved quickly, breathing hard, while she arched beneath him, meeting his movements. The room filled with broken sounds and heavy breaths as the alcohol dulled their sense of control.
Soon, it was over. Kyle collapsed on her, both of them breathing heavily. Exhaustion followed almost immediately, and they fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.
"Haaaa!" Freya screamed when she woke up and realized she was naked in bed with Kyle.
Her scream woke Kyle up, and he jumped in shock when he saw someone beside him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"I should be the one asking why I'm in your—" she stopped suddenly as memories of the previous night rushed into her mind.
Before either of them could say more, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Kyle said, already knowing it was Stanley. The memory of Stanley pouring them drinks the night before flashed in his mind, and his face darkened.
Stanley stepped inside with a nervous smile. Before he could say anything, Kyle rushed at him, gripping his neck and slamming him against the wall.
Stanley struggled, trying to pull Kyle's hand away, but the grip was too tight. He gasped for air, panic setting in. Desperate, he managed to mutter, "Y-you're naked, Kyle."
Kyle froze, looked down at himself, then released him and went to his wardrobe. He pulled out a loose pair of pants and a shirt and put them on.
Stanley slid down the wall, coughing loudly. Kyle ignored him and sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands.
Freya, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. Her voice was cold.
"Speak up, Stanley. Why did you drug us?" she asked angrily.
Stanley looked at her briefly, then away.
"I did it because I wanted Kyle to experience sex. He's never been with a woman before, and I thought something was wrong. I tried talking to him about it, but he always avoided the topic."
Kyle raised his head, anger burning.
"Do you even know what you did?" he snapped. "Do you know why I hadn't had sex until last night—when I was drunk? It's because I promised myself I wouldn't. I believe it would ruin my focus and my life."
He stood up, pacing.
"Everything I've achieved came from hard work, not sleeping with women. So what made you think this would help me? What I've been running from for years—you pushed me into it. What if all I can think about now is sex? What if, Stanley?"
Stanley lowered his head. "I didn't know. I was just trying to help. I'm sorry."
"You should have known better," Kyle said bitterly. "You drugged me with a random girl you said you met recently. What if she has some kind of disease?"
The slap came suddenly.
Kyle's head turned sharply as pain spread across his face. He looked up to see Freya kneeling on the bed, her eyes burning with anger.
"After what your friend did to me, you still had the nerve to say that?" she shouted. "Did it ever occur to you that I was affected too? Or do you think I planned this?"
She turned to Stanley.
"And you—I never knew you were this immature. So inviting me to that party was just to use me?" She laughed bitterly. "If I ever see you near me again, even by accident, I'll kill you."
She wrapped a bedsheet around herself and went to Kyle's wardrobe. Since their clothes were torn, she took one of his shirts and a pair of shorts and went into the bathroom to change.
When she came out, the clothes hung loosely on her. The shirt almost reached her knees, and the shorts were too big. Without caring how she looked, she picked up her bag from the floor and walked to the door.
Before leaving, she turned back and gave them both a long, angry look, then slammed the door behind her.
Outside, tears rolled down her face. She wiped them away and waved down an approaching taxi. The driver stopped, and she got in.
A few weeks earlier, Stanley had come to her grocery shop to buy some items. She noticed the way he looked at her. Before leaving, he asked for her contact, which she gave him.
They hung out once. Stanley told her he had a fiancée and wasn't interested in her romantically, but that he found her attractive and independent. He mentioned Kyle and talked about introducing them.
Later, he offered her five million dollars if she could make Kyle fall in love with her—but he never told her about Kyle's personality.
When he invited her to the party, he said it was a chance to meet Kyle and see his house, never mentioning his real plan.