When we’ve both finished coming, he lets out a befuddled-sounding laugh and lets go of my hair.
I pull off him and wipe my hand on my thigh as the reality of what just happened hits now that the fog of arousal is gone.
I just sucked off Xavier Hawthorne, and he has no idea who I am.
“Well, fuck,” he says. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and his words are slurring together a bit. “I did not have that on my bingo card for the night.”
“Neither did I,” I tell him as I stand.
“Do you need me to…”
“I’m good.” I tuck my dick away and do up my pants as my neck heats uncomfortably.
“You are?”
“Yeah, I kinda took care of things while I was…”
“That’s so hot.” He exhales a shaky breath.
“Yeah, it was,” I say distractedly as heat gathers on my cheeks and it feels like my internal temperature jumps up a few degrees.
Pushing back my hood, I tug the neckline of my sweater away from my throat in an attempt to cool down as more heat prickles at my skin.
My head is getting heavy, like that feeling when you’re so exhausted you can’t keep it up and are about to nod off, and my thoughts are murky, like when the sleeping pills I sometimes take are kicking in.
What the fuck is happening to me?
“I gotta go,” I blurt and stumble back from Xave as panic mixes with my fatigue and confusion.
He says something, but I’m already scurrying away, my arms out as I stumble blindly toward the door.
By some miracle, I make it to the exit without tripping or falling on my face and practically throw the door open as I rush back out into the main room.
The flashing lights and pounding music make my head swim as my vision goes blurry, like I opened my eyes underwater, and it feels like my limbs are full of lead as I stumble toward the projection screen, my head getting heavier and my thoughts slowing down with each lurching step.
3
XAVE
“I gotta go.”
Helix’s voice is panicked, but his words sound wrong, like I’m hearing them through a filter.
“Wait.” I reach out into the dark in an attempt to stop him, but I grab at nothing as the thump of his boots on the concrete floors mixes with the soft remnants of the heavy bass of the music outside in the main room.
A strange shiver ripples through me, like a current of electricity that starts in my chest and radiates out into every part of me. My limbs are getting heavy, and it feels like I’m out of sync with the world. Like I’m slowing down while everything around me is speeding up.
“Wait,” I rasp, my throat tight as my mouth goes bone dry.
Something is wrong.
I’ve only had two drinks since I got here, and nothing in the last two hours. There’s no way in hell I should be feeling anything considering my size and tolerance.
Did someone slip something into one of my drinks? Was I drugged? And if I was, why?
The door slams open, and a cacophony of noise and light invades the dark room as strobe lights blink through the door.
Through blurry eyes, I’m able to make out Helix as he staggers out of the room.
