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WE DIDN’T SAY much more during breakfast. I could tell he had a lot on his mind and so did I. When we were finished, I offered to help him with the dishes.
“I’ll do them,” he said and then nodded to my purse. “You need to call someone? Let them know you’re okay?”
“That’s right. I was going to call my mom,” I said, grabbing the phone out of my purse. I walked into the living room and dialed her number. When she didn’t answer, I left her a message about staying overnight at a friend’s, and that I’d see her later. Just as I was hanging up, Krystal called me.
“What happened last night?” she asked.
I gave her the play-by-play and she gasped.
“Jason told me you asked him to drive me home. Did you?”
“You could barely stand and I thought you were wasted. I mean, yeah, the guy offered to do it and he seemed so nice.”
“Obviously it was all an act.”
“I’m so sorry, Adriana. I had no fucking idea that he’d pull that kind of shit.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still shocked myself.”
She sighed. “Do you even remember leaving the club?”
“Not really. I can remember him helping me into the car. Then, I passed out and the next thing I knew, he had his hands all over me.”
“Oh, my God, you must have been scared.”
“I was confused and then pissed off, more than anything.”
“I feel like such an idiot. He almost raped you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him drive you home.”
“It’s not your fault. You were pretty tipsy yourself.”
“Yeah, I was trashed. So was Tiffany. Thank God she made it home herself after dropping me off.”
“What happened with Monica?”
“She went home, right after you did.”
I sighed. “Do you think that Jason’s friends were involved?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Gary didn’t seem the type. I mean, he and I talked about his ex-girlfriend and he started crying. I can’t imagine him pulling something like that. Unless it was all a fucking act.”
“What about Brian?” I asked, lowering my voice.
“It’s hard to say. I’m pretty sure nobody put anything into my drink. Or Tiff’s.” She then explained that the four of them shut down the bar and then went their separate ways.
“Brian even asked me for my phone number,” she said. “I think he wanted more than that last night, and to be truthful, I probably would have if Tank wouldn’t have sent me a text.”
“Are you still at Tank’s?”
“No, I’m on my way home. He dropped me off at my car. Anyway, are you still at Raptor’s?”
“Yes.”
She sucked in her breath. “Did you two fuck?”
“Oh, my God, no!” I said a little sharply. Then I lowered my voice. “It’s not like I was in the mood for anything like that. Not after what happened.”
“Yeah, I suppose not. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, yeah... he’s definitely interesting,” I said and then turned around to find him listening behind me. I quickly turned away. “I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
“Call me before nine. I’m going back out to the club again tonight. With Tank and Raptor. They want to search for that guy, Jason.”
I frowned. “That’s another thing. What if I wasn’t really drugged?”
“You had to have been. Looking back, there’s no way that you could have been that drunk after one shot and a measly rum and Coke. Something was definitely wrong.”
I sighed. “Maybe.”
“No maybe. You were slipped something. Anyway, I gotta go. I just pulled into my driveway. Talk to you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you.”
We hung up and I turned back to Trevor, who was staring at me with a stern face.
“What?” I asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You were drugged. I don’t know why you’re having a hard time accepting it.”
I let out a ragged sigh. “I know. It’s just so... surreal, you know? It’s like it happened to someone else.”
“I wish it would have. Tell you one thing, it definitely happened to the wrong girl,” he said. “Because now, that fucker is going to pay for what he did.”
It was unsettling to see such determination on Trevor’s face. Although, we’d just met the night before, he was acting like Jason had attacked him personally. Part of me was flattered that he wanted to avenge me. Another part of me was a little overwhelmed by everything.
“I suppose I should get back home,” I said, noticing that it was getting close to noon.
“No problem. Let me grab some stuff and we’ll head out.”
“Okay.”
I used the bathroom while he got ready, and then followed him back out to the garage.
“You don’t mind taking the bike again, do you?”
“Not at all,” I said. It was a beautiful day. It had to be almost sixty degrees, and the sun was shining.
“You want my leather coat again?” he asked, slipping on his jacket.
“I’m okay. My sweater is warm,” I answered. “And you’re blocking most of the wind.”
“True. Feel free to warm your hands on me, if you get too cold.”
“Okay.”
He looked like he was about to say something else, but then seemed to change his mind.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said, his lip curling up.
I smirked. “Right. With that look on your face, I could tell it was something.”
Something dirty, more than likely.
He put his sunglasses on. “You think you’ve gotten me all figured out?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s probably good. I have a feeling if you did know the real me, you’d run for the hills.”
I smiled. “Maybe. But not before we take another ride on your motorcycle.”
Chuckling, he got on his Harley and started it. “Ready?”
I swung my leg over the bike and we took off.