Chapter Sixty Six

First blink.

Second blink.

Third blink.

Pupils dilate. Screams out of sleep.

*

I was in a strange room, stark naked beneath the fluffy white bed cloth. My head throbbed. The echoes of my scream only came back to me. Where the hell am I?!

I sat up, trying to get a feel of where I was and how I got there. Of course, it wasn't my room. No, I should be at Damien's house. Unfortunately, my bed cover isn't white there too. And I do not sleep naked. I've never. 

Calm down, Paige. I was wheezing hard. There was a note on the bedside. A handwritten note. Beads of sweat trickled down my back. What is this?

_Morning Babe,

I would rather not wake you up. I'm off to work. Please make yourself comfortable. I love you, Paige. _

I wheezed hard. Memories rushing back into my brain. I was on a date with Tristan! And I got myself drunk. Fuck! I cursed. I shouldn't have tried Brandy at all. I remembered I asked to go home, but I couldn't. He caught me when I was about to fall. We got so close, very close. I definitely wasn't in my right senses because I had kissed him first.

Damn Paige!

I felt like killing myself. I remembered so vividly that I could feel his kiss right in my mouth. It was…

Damn Paige! What happened next?! I really do not want to think about it.

Or should I?

I was just a drunk slut last night. We had… I haven't shared my nakedness with anyone else but my dad before. And I owe that so much to Damien. Hot tears ran down my cheek. I screamed so loud that there came worrying knocks on the door. There were his housekeepers, probably.

"Young madam, are you okay? Do you need help?! I heard, a male's voice.

I swallowed, choking on my tears. "I'm fine. Thanks."

"Okay Madam. If you require any help. Please use the bell by the bedside."

"Got it." I yelled.

I need to get out of here. I told myself.

I found my clothes by the bedside. What a mess? They were torn! Images of the nights flicked through my mind. I bit my lips until it bled. But I've been drunk before. Why was I so hungry last night? I probably forced him to have sex with me.

Slut! I yelled at myself internally.

I had to get some clothes from Tristan's closet, a shirt, and a pair of jeans trousers.

As I walked out of the 'grand' room, a petite old lady and an old man, both in aprons, warmly greeted me in the living room.

"Madam, I hope you had enough rest. Breakfast is served. You can…"

"No, thanks. I need to be somewhere now."

I rushed to the door without giving them a second look. I took a taxi to the lounge to get my car and drove back to my house. There was no way I'd go back to Damien in that way. By the way, I needed to think!

 *~*~*

"Hey baby girl!" Ria hugged me, that morning. I was numb. I forced on a smiled and walked away to my room. I almost slammed the door in her face.

"Are you still mad at me?" She said.

"No." I simply replied.

"Are you sure? Come on Paige, it's too early to make me feel so bad" 

"I swear, I'm not mad." I said.

"So why are you like this? And…" She trailed off, taking a full glare at me. "What did you get your pretty self into last night?!" She yelled. I realized my hair was still messy. I didn't even check the mirror. I just wanted to … disappear!

"Nothing."

She shook her head, eyes fixed at my neck. "No, my love, those hickeys you have there doesn't just appear there."

Then I slammed the door on her face, muttering an apology to her, and to myself. I ran to my dressing table.

"Come on, Paige, you shouldn't be shy about a hang over. Besides, you've got his smell all over you already. His shirt. Aww, how romantic!" She laughed and walked away.

I took a long shower, an attempt to wash away his smell, his touch, from my body. I cried until my eyes were swollen. I didn't have to check my phone. I knew more of my folly laid in it.

Oh, Paige, this isn't good.

What happens now?

How do I correct this… mistake?

Isn't this what Jude Kam wanted all along?

Was I drugged? Who knows? I've had brandy countless times. I never made out with anyone as a result of being drunk. Only one way to find out.

I needed Ria.

I dressed and walked to her room. One knock on her door. I heard her chuckled.

"I knew you would come to me. Come in, love."

I frowned. Am I that predictable?!

As I walked in, she held my hands and walked me to her couch, like a chair lady. How dramatic?

"Tell me, babe, who's the lucky guy? Is it the same Tristan? Oh! my…"

"Ria!" I yelled.

"Oh fine." She winked. "Go ahead and start talking."

I bit my lip. "I need your help with something, Ria…"

"Of course you do!"

I sighed. "Actually, a question, does Brandy have…aphrodisiac effect sometimes?"

She laughed. I should be used to this.

"Did you get drunk and sleep with the wrong guy?"

"Kind of." I pursed my lips.

She stood up in concern and sat by my side.

"Wow. Tell me about it. Then I'd be able to answer your question."

"Not like I have a choice." I muttered. "I was at the lounge last night. With Tristan. I woke up in his house. Yesternight… It's so awful. I don't think I drank too much. I only had three bottles."

"Christ!" She swore. "Come on, the last time I drank like that, I was depressed. What's up Paige? You don't drink like that."

"I can't say." I swallowed. "Let's solve this problem first."

"Did he drink too?"

"We were both drunk." I said. "But I think I was drugged with an aphrodisiac. With what I can remember..."

"You sure have a good memory,, huh?" She laughed. "The hottest memory ever!"

"Be serious!" I winced.

"Why do you think you were drugged? Who could have? Not Tristan, that guy looked more innocent than that."

"I know. I think I forced this on him. Last night, I was not in my right sense. Fine, I was drunk but what I see. Gush Ria, I think I forced this sex on him. I feel like a slut right now."

She was quiet for a while. "You know what I'm thinking?" She smiled slyly, 

I shook my head 

"There's only one way to find out whether you were drugged or not."

"What?"

"Come on. Get your car keys."