Someone drugged her.

Myla went on chatting with James about other things for an hour.

Borne laughs, and Myla follows him in a very humourous way.

“Drama Queen.” he says.

She sighs. “Gush! It sounds like a song now.”

“Talking about that; I've listened to some of your songs, and I must say, you're a really good singer.”

She smiles.

“Your welcome, but have to sing for this party.”

She shakes her head, chortling. “No way.”

“Yes, way, Mrs. Jamal?” Jessie's voice sounds behind her.

Myla shuts her eyes. “Please, I'm sick in the throat. Can't sing, today.”

“You must do it.” James takes the glass from her hand.

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'Now, I see the days coming, I just wanna know, you'd be there for me.

You've been calling now and then, hope it stays forever young. Will it?

I don't understand how we've been crumbling on our feet.

Take us back to the things we did, and how it made us happy.

...

This love is unfair. You're hurting me where, I'm gonna break.

I know where I'm wrong. I just want us to settle things.

Nobody cares the way we live. You know it's always been like this.

There's just you and me in this game. So, are you going to stay?'

Myla sings on to the last verse, and everyone applauds.

She bows, happily. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

James can't stop with the admiration as she settles down next to him, while everyone puts away their phones, which were used to video tape the performance.

“Now, you can have it back.” he returns her glass, and she rejects.

“No, I'm good. I've had enough.”

He seats it on the table, staring back at her.

“Your vocals sounded more healthy to me, than sick?”

She rolls her eyes. “Just say it.”

He laughs. “You know, I know, so let it be that way.”

“Great song, Myla. What have you two been talking all along? Hope you know, this man is a perfect player.” Jessie says.

“Just his name sounds like one.”

Borne shakes his head, with a smirk on his countenance.

“Why are you interfering into this?”

Borne is glaring at Jessie, and she says.

“There are so many women in the party, who can't wait to get over you.”

He brings his glass to his head. “This is why I don't trust women.”

“You shouldn't, because we're dangerous, when we mean to.”

Outside the party house.

“What is she doing?”

“I'm still to get in, Sir.”

“What the f-ck are you waiting for?!”

“Sorry, Sir, but it seems someone has been following us. I needed to know what's happening outside, so I stayed in the car.”

“And, if there's a imposter in the f-cking party, already? How in the f-cking world are you going to know that?”

The man says nothing, and Jamal proceeds,

“I'm going to kill you, if something happens to my wife.”

“What should I do, Sir?”

“Are you stupid? Get in there, and get her out of that place!”

“Yes, Sir.”

In the party

Myla is feeling terribly, sober and she doesn't even know if the little glass of wine made her so light weighed.

She didn't drink even half a glass as she spent her time conversing.

So why in the world is she feeling so dizzy!

Her gaurd walks in and everyone snaps their heads to the well fitting man in dark glasses.

Myla tries to recognize the man coming forward even with her eyes getting blur.

Jessie, feeling frightful by his appearance, walks to him, before he even reaches them.

“Is something wrong?”

“Sir. Jamal has asked for her return.”

Jessie slightly nods, but still queries her mind if all is well.

She walks to Myla, and whispers to her ears. Myla hooks her head, and looks at Borne.

“I need to leave.”

“So soon?”

“Yes, so soon. My husband needs me.”

She rises to her feet, and James stands as well as an accompany.

“Thank you so much for your time.” Jessie appreciates, hugging her.

She gives in to the warmth touch. “No, I should be thanking you for... the invite. I had so much fun.”

“Because of me,” James tells, and Myla rolls her eyes again as a habit of hers.

But a force makes her knee fatigue, like she's loosing control of her ability to stand upright and stumbles on her feet.

“Hey, be careful there.” James says and Myla's guard rushes towards her.

“I'd take it from here. May I know what she drank?”

James looks around, and sees the glass of wine she was drinking from.

He takes it up, puts his finger at the corners of it, and then, sniffs.

“Someone drugged her.” he says, just amongst the three of them, and Jessie's eyes widens.

Myla is not more herself as her head is completely cloudy.

In order not to make people suspicious, they just let her guard walk her out, while Jessie tries to search the party.

After everything, she comes back to James.

“How did you know there was drug in her wine?”

“Because, It smelled like it?”

She blinks her eyes a number of times, and nods.

“I see...but don't get it. How did this get into my house?”

James settles down in silence as he already knows what's going on. He knows who must have done that, and why.

“Someone must've had his or her way. You just need to be more careful next time, because this may bring you a lot of trouble.”

She looks at him with a great befuddlement, and he looks back, too.

...

The following day.

It was everywhere on the news, social media, websites, that Myla was in Jessie's 'secret' party.

Videos clips on how Myla performed, her chat with James Borne, and other incidences no one knew was filmed on that day, appeared on screens.

People criticised her for talking with James Borne as a married woman, while rumors bombarded, even more, concerning Patricia's ex boyfriend.

As some journalists had taken pictures of the young adults, chatting in the restaurant two days before his death.

“The star, Myla Taylor, who is presently known for Mrs. Jamal, the wife of the well known multimillionaire, actor of 'the wedded stranger' and a popular artist, was present in Jessie's night party.” says, the Journalist.

“It seems Myla got fun of James Borne, who will soon be on the show for an upcoming project with her. Isn't it fun to relate to your co-star?”

“She even performed for everyone as it was head that she took a lot of wine that night, and got a little sober. But, lucky her, she had a guard who carried her back home.”

“On this side, her sister-in-law, Patricia had a hard time taking her ex boyfriend's dead, back in England as it was reported, he was murdered. But the police didn't find any trace of his assassin.”

“The day of their unexpected break-up, she was footaged throwing a glass of water on him, two days before his dead. Loosing her relationship, and now her ex? Who would've known the young star will end up in such tragedy.”

Different news report about these incidences. And even, individuals; fans, haters report his or her side of the story.

Jamal stands at the window side of his room, ruffling his hands into his bouncy and sleek black hair.

“I shouldn't have let you into that party.”

Myla is seated in bed with her back against the head of it. Her hands fiddle with her dress as she ruminates about last night.

How could she have been so relaxed, not to see her enemies playing with her life?

Now, Jamal won't stop talking about it. Only making things worse, and making her stupid.

She sighs, and brings her gaze to him. “I'm sorry.”

He spins on this feet, giving her a soft gaze, though the range is still buried deep into his heart.

“No apologies, Myla. I approved you to leave this house, thinking a guard will be enough to take care of you. It should be my fault. But that's not what's important, now. Someone is trying to get to you. Do you suspect anything?”

She shakes her head.

He sighs, seating face to her on the bed. “Myla, who were you with all night?”

“J-Jame Borne. We were talking, and I drank a little.”

He says nothing for a long time, then breaks the silence. “Do you think he will do that to you?”

“I don't know. I have no idea. He sounded friendly, and didn't exit to stalk me every single time.”

Jamal clenched his jaws, closing his eyes. “Yet, you kept talking to him?”

“Jamal...I shouldn't be telling you this.”

He opens his eyes. “Is there something I need to know, Myla?”

Her brows comes together in a frown. “What do you mean? There's nothing...and you know that.”

He gives her a serious look. “Are you sure?”

She thinks for a second, and says. “Well, except there's something I need to know, too.”

He straightens his back, shifting closer, and crumbling his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

She hesitates, and he frowns profoundly. “Myla! No secrets.”

She twitches at his voice, and they keep their gazes intensively stucked at each other.

To be continued...