“What do you mean, hell no, and why are you talking like you’re begging for something?” he asked, his gaze lingering on me with an unsettling curiosity. I was taken aback, feeling as if my thoughts were laid bare for him to see. As he scrutinized me from head to toe, I became painfully aware of how my skirt had ridden up, the heat from my blushing cheeks accentuated by the humidity in the air despite the air conditioner humming softly in the background.

“Are you alright? Did you have too much to drink?”, he asked touching my forehead to feel my temperature.

Oh God! Just touch me already please!” I thought looking extremely pained and pitiful. He hissed through his teeth closing his eye tight for a couple of seconds. When he opened them his eyes where red, he said “I know you didn’t mean and even if you did I can’t do that because I care about the both of you”.

“What? Did I say it out loud again? I’m fu—cked! What is wrong with me” I thought. “Yes you did, what did you drink Diana?” I edged closer to his face, holding his hands and said just my soup that tasted like ampicillin.

“You’ve been drugged! No wonder why you stood comfortably close to me behind closed doors”.
He put me away from him instantly, placed me on the bed, went into the bathroom to fill the tub with cold water.

He then picked his phone to text someone, I had no idea. When he returned I was a mess my shirt was drenched in sweat and my nipples were at attention. He cursed under his breath and reached to cover me with duvet, I instantly sprang up leaving the duvet, pouting and saying I want a cuddle.

“He held me down and said directly into my left ear, that he wished I were his, but I’m not and he better get out of here because even though his cousin trusted him to be a gentleman, he knows our history because I told him, he won’t trust me to hold my emotions in check around you, so I have to leave.”

He removed my hands from his waist, I don’t know why or when I did that, and he went out the door. I didn’t hear anything, not his foot steps, nor voice, nothing.

I was sure I was going to lose my mind, because then I felt wetness dripping from my vagina, and I was burning up at the same time.

I tried to leave the bed and fell flat on my face, both Gabriel and Jade rushed in with similar but worried looks, Gabriel with a bucket of ice, Jade with towels which he had collected from a younger cousin whom he sent to get the items earlier.

I woke up the next morning with the sight of Jade’s sister other women. They were talking in hushed tones probably trying not to wake me. I also wanted to pretend to go back to sleep, turning my face to the other side.

Too late cos I groaned in pain because that part of my face felt like someone put chisel to my face.

Everyone was instantly at my side fussing and worrying.