Getting impatient, I go to do it again, but it opens.
“You fucking drugged me!” I shout in Lucy’s face.
Her dark eyes are red and heavy. Her bleach blond hair a tangled mess and all she wears is a tight tank top with a thong while standing at the front door.
She blinks, her eyes trying to focus. “Grave …”
I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her into her penthouse. I slam her back into the wall of the foyer and cut off her air.
I glare down at her. “It took hours for any memories to come back. And you know what I remembered once they did?” I growl in her face.
Tears fill her eyes and her lips are parted. I shake her viciously. “The water I had on the table. You did something to it while I was looking at the picture April sent me.” I let go, and she falls to her knees coughing.
It’s the only logical explanation. I didn’t have those pills on me when I arrived at the Airport to speak with Trey while waiting for Ethan. I didn’t have them when I was texting April. But I remember Lucy did.
“What did you give me?” I shout. I don’t know what’s worse. The fact she gave them to me without my knowledge or that she wanted to sabotage my date with April.
“How many, Lucy?” I demand, slamming my fist into the wall.
“I don’t … know.” She whimpers. “I just dumped some in it.”
“Jesus!” She thought she had to give me a high dosage due to my tolerance. It obviously wasn’t my first time, so she wanted to make sure she gave me enough not to question what was going on.
“I’m sorry, Grave. I …”
I reach down, grip her hair, and yank her to her feet. She cries out as I shove her into the glass table, knocking over a bowl that falls to the floor and shatters. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry.” She sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
I sit at the table all of a sudden tired. My eyes heavy. I lick my lips.
“How do you feel?” Lucy asks, getting up from her seat.
“Pretty … pretty good,” I answer. Leaning back in the chair, I feel my legs falling open.
The side door to the office opens, and Trey walks out. Didn’t he say that Ethan would be here soon? How long ago was that? He looks at me and then at Lucy. “You kids have fun.” Then exits the room, leaving us alone.
She walks over to me. I try to sit up, but my body won’t work.
“I can make you feel better.” She pushes my chair back from the table and falls to her knees.
I close my heavy eyes and run my hand down over my face. “Fuck,” I breathe. Did Trey give me something? Why am I here to begin with? I feel like I had something to do but … April. That’s it. We have dinner plans. She had sent me a picture … Black dress with black heels. My cock starts to get hard. Yes, that’s what I wanted to do—fuck her.
She unzips my jeans and pulls them down enough to take my cock in her hand. “That’s it, April.” I moan her name.
“You just sit back, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” She licks up my shaft. “I always make you feel good, right?”
“Fuck, yeah!” I agree, keeping my eyes shut.
I let go of her, and she falls to the floor once again. “I fucking called you April!” I shout. I really thought it was her. “Are you that fucked up that you didn’t mind?”
She looks up at me from her knees. Her makeup smeared with tears and snot. “I love you, Grave …”
I let out a rough laugh.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” She sniffs. “You thought it was her, but it was me. I did that … I’m who you want!”
Fuck, she’s clearly hallucinating. “Well, let me make this very clear for you.” I kneel to her level. “Stay the fuck away from me, Lucy! You’re right, it was your mouth I fucked last night, but you were not the one I wanted.” Then I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
LUCY
I watch him stare down at his cell, and I quickly pop open the lid to the pill bottle and dump it over his water. They quickly dissolve. They don’t call it a date rape drug for nothing. But it’s not rape when they want it. He wants me. Always has. Always will. We do this all the time—pop some pills and fuck.
I’m his ride or die. I’m his meant to be.
Grave loves me. He just doesn’t know how to show it.
“Do you love her?” I ask.
His blue eyes find their way to mine, and he lies to my face. “I don’t know her.”