Chapter 5 : Big Time Screw Up

Sharon’s POV

We went over the plan a few more times before heading back to the party. Tina seemed so calm and level-headed about the whole thing. How did she do it? Unlike me, who kept overthinking every single way our plan could go wrong. What if I get caught? What if Tina miscalculates the dosage, and either Derrick or I end up in a coma? The whole thing seemed outrageous, reckless, and downright heinous. I shook my head, trying to convince myself it was worth it. I had come this far, so I might as well see it through. If I didn't do this, Derrick would slip away for good.

Tina wove through the crowd, heading toward the bar where the drinks were being served. I watched her carefully from a distance, pretending to mingle with a group of tipsy baseball players who were laughing about some inside joke I couldn’t care less about. My eyes followed Tina as she subtly slipped something into the two glasses before her. My stomach twisted into knots. This was it. There was no turning back now.

A few moments later, I saw Derrick. He was standing near the staircase, looking effortlessly handsome in his dark suit, his smile lighting up his face as he talked to a few friends. Tina approached him, her face a mask of innocence, holding the tainted glass in her hand. She chatted with him for a moment, her expression playful and charming as always. Derrick smiled back, completely unaware of what was happening. When she offered him the drink, he took it without hesitation. Part of me wanted to run up to him and smack the glass from his hands, but I knew that would only implicate Tina and me.

I held my breath as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. It took a while for the drugs to hit, but when they did, I noticed a change in his demeanor. His smile faltered slightly, and his movements became sluggish, like he was moving through water. Tina leaned in close, whispering something in his ear. She then pointed toward the guest rooms. Derrick nodded, his eyes already heavy-lidded, and wobbled off in that direction.

Tina returned to me, a triumphant grin on her face. "It’s done," she said quietly.

My hands were shaking. "Are you sure the drugs won't cause any permanent damage?"

Tina choked back a laugh. "Relax, Sharon, it won't. The most he'll get out of it is a headache. Right now, he's probably seeing double and is super horned up. That's where you come in." She winked at me.

I blushed slightly. "Alright, so I should just go to him then?"

Tina nodded. "Yeah. Just drink this and head over to the guest rooms. He'll be waiting." She handed me another glass, identical to the one Derrick had just drunk from.

I hesitated for a moment, the glass cold against my palm. Then, without further thinking, I brought it to my lips and drank. The liquid burned slightly as it went down, but I trusted Tina.

The room began to spin almost immediately. I felt dizzy, my thoughts blurring together in a confusing swirl. I grabbed Tina’s arm for support, and she guided me towards the guest rooms. "Remember," she whispered, "the first room on the left."

I nodded, though everything around me was becoming a hazy blur. My feet stumbled over each other as I made my way to the room Tina had pointed out. It took everything not to seem suspicious to the people at the party. I reached the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. I fumbled for the lock, turning it until I heard the click that signaled it was secure. The room was totally dark, save for the faint stream of light that leaked in from underneath the door.

I could hear a voice from the bed—a low, masculine murmur that sent shivers down my spine. Derrick. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This shouldn't be too hard; Derrick and I had had sex plenty of times. The only difference now would be the fact that both of us were drugged.

I stumbled toward the bed, my body feeling heavy and uncoordinated. I reached out, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets under my fingertips. The man on the bed shifted, moving closer to me. His hands found my waist, pulling me down beside him. His lips brushed against mine, hesitant at first, then more demanding. Tina was right; he was pent up. I kissed him back, my body responding automatically, though my mind was lost in a fog.

"Derrick... Derrick?" I whispered his name as his lips licked the salt off my neck. He didn't answer. He grabbed my breasts with one hand and fondled them with a crazed urgency. His other hand was already between my thighs, feeling the wetness that gushed out of me. Whatever Tina put in our drinks was working. I moaned as his fingers found their way into me. They slowly slid in and out, sending a shocking current through me. I tightened my grip on his biceps, feeling the way they tensed under his shirt.

He took his fingers out, and they found my lips. I sucked on the two of them, tasting my sweet essence. His lips came down to mine, more desperate than before. He tugged at my clothes; it didn't take long for the straps to give. I felt the cool air on my bare chest. I let out a soft gasp as his lips moved down my neck, and he took my left breast in his mouth. The moisture of his lips on the tips was simply ecstatic. I wanted this. I wanted him. Now.

I reached down and felt his bulge. He was pressed tightly against his trousers. I undid the buckle with ease and took him in my palm. He groaned at the touch and made to kick off his trousers completely. I worked on the buttons of his shirt but hadn't gotten halfway through when he spread my legs apart. He lifted the hem of my dress to my waist and gently slid into me. The feeling of his girth filling me was indescribable. He moaned something incoherent, and I pulled his body down onto mine, letting him in fully.

He was like a raging bull, and I was like a winter storm. Both of us longed to reach even higher levels of euphoria. He thrust into me in wild, even strokes, and I rocked my hips in kind, matching his rhythm. Each motion felt like I was crashing through waves; I could tell it was the same for him. Our moans grew louder as we reached the climax. In a spasm of muscles and rigid bones, I felt him empty into me. My legs shook as I felt the sweet release of orgasm.

Oh, but we were far from done. Sweat covered our bodies as we resumed ravaging each other's bodies. I went on top of him, then pressed my chest to his and used my hips to rock his world. I lost myself in the sensation, as his moans filled my ears. We were like rabbits in heat, relentless for what seemed to be hours.

The night passed in a flurry of sensations and orgasms. I drifted in and out of consciousness, the effects of the drink making everything feel surreal, like I was floating outside my own body. I held onto him, clinging to the idea of Derrick, to the dream of when we were finally going to be together.

It was probably midday by the time I woke up. I reached lazily for my phone and confirmed my suspicion. My head ached like all hell. I cursed under my breath. Derrick's arms were still wrapped around my naked body. I turned over gently to look at him. My eyes widened in disbelief and shock. The man lying next to me was not Derrick.

Fear rushed through me. I scrambled away from him, pulling the sheets up to cover myself. He stirred, pulling himself up, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me with a confused expression before crashing back to the bed, sound asleep.

This couldn't be happening. He wasn't Derrick. He was someone else. But I recognized him. He was the guy who had blocked the wine from pouring over me at the party earlier. The man had sharp features and a mischievous glint in his eyes. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as the realization hit.

“What the heck did I just do?” I stammered, my voice shaking. Where the heck was Derrick? I needed to find Tina ASAP. I put on my clothes and didn't even bother wearing my heels; I just ran out of the room with them in my hands. I spared one last look at the man on the bed. Hopefully, he wouldn't remember I was the one he had a one-night stand with.

I left the baseball house as quietly as I could, slipping out into the driveway. I prayed that no one I knew would spot me. Then I flagged a cab and hid in the back seat. I quickly checked my phone again and was greeted by a mountain of texts and missed calls from Tina, each text more urgent than the last. I sank deeper into the back seat of the cab. I had screwed up big time.

When I finally reached our room, Tina was already there, eating a cornbread roll. She looked up as I entered, her face smudged with crumbs.

“Sharon!” she exclaimed, rushing over to me. “Where the frick were you? I’ve been trying to reach you!”

"I know, I got your texts," I said, showing her my phone with the missed calls and messages from her flashing on the screen. “I was in the guest room… but it wasn't Derrick,” I said, my voice trembling. “Who was that guy?”

Tina’s face fell, and she looked genuinely remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Sharon. Chloris took Derrick away before he reached the guest room. I tried to get to you, but the door was locked from the inside. I knocked and called, but you didn’t answer. I honestly thought you passed out. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I just… Wait, a guy? What guy?”

I felt a wave of confusion and dread wash over me. “There was a guy in the room with me…”

Tina’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, Sharon! What happened?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you guys... do it?"

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind reeling. "What do you think?"

Tina sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Well, at least no one knows. We can just pretend it never happened.”

I nodded, trying to convince myself that she was right.

"So," Tina said, puffing up with a mischievous grin on her face. "Was it good?"

"Unbelievable. There's no way you're asking me that now," I muttered, shoving her aside and making my way to the wardrobe to change.

She followed after me. "Come on, Sharon, I'm curious."

I didn't respond, my mind still flashed with images from last night, the young man's face clear as day.