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come crashing back. Oh no! I was drugged, that has to be it. But where the hell am I, and how did I get here. I immediately start checking my body for signs of… I can’t even think it.
    “Hello, Ms. Carter.” Startled, I nearly lose my footing. I know that voice. How did I end up here with him? Oh my God! He drugged me. I’m going to puke. I make a mad dash for the toilet. I hear the sound of feet hitting the tile floor, and I can feel his eyes on me. I just don’t understand.
    “What am I doing here, stay away from me?” My voice comes out much weaker than I mean it to.
    “Well, let’s see,” he says sounding completely cocky, “You did pass out on the floor of my club. Would you have preferred it if I left you just lying there on the dirty floor?”
    I swear it sounds like he’s taking pleasure in this situation. I would have preferred not to wake up in a stranger's bed. I would have preferred not to wake up disoriented and confused. I would have preferred to be anywhere but here in some guy’s house that I don’t even know, but I don’t say any of that out loud. Instead, I say, “And why did I pass out? I’m no expert in the liquor department, but I’m quite certain that I didn’t have enough for it to cause me to blackout.” I’m pretty sure I know what happened, I just want to see if he’ll admit it to me.
    “Ms. Carter, it appears that at some point last night you were drugged. I only brought you back here to make sure that you were okay.” Yea, I’m sure that’s why he brought me back here. I can’t think straight right now; my head keeps spinning and I still feel sick to my stomach. “Here, take these.” He reaches his arm out toward me and when he opens his hand I notice there are a few pills.
    “Hell no will I be taking anything else from a stranger!” Is this guy for real? He just admitted to me that I was drugged and yet he’s still trying to hand me pills.
    “Relax,” he says with a smirk on his face. “They are just aspirin. Right now, I’m pretty positive you have a pounding headache. If you would like to feel better, it’s best you take these and go lay down.”
    I reluctantly take the aspirin from his outstretched hand. “How about you just take me home, and we’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t even press charges.” He’s on me so quick I don’t even have time to process it. I feel his hands on my shoulders and my back pressed up against the wall, the look in his eyes tells me I made a big mistake with that comment. His face looks deadly, his body is coiled tight, and all I want to do is hide.
    “First, let’s get something straight here I did not drug you. I may run an underground sex club, but I assure you, I don’t need drugs to get laid.” The anger in his voice is clear. “Secondly, I’m not letting you leave here until I’m sure you have all of those drugs out of your system.” There is a sinister smile on his face and it causes my stomach to flip with fear. “After all, I do have a reputation to uphold and a business to run; the last thing I need is some chick bringing it all down because she couldn’t pay close enough attention to her drinks.” His grip on me is getting tighter and I feel pain radiate down my arms. “So, I suggest you get used to being here. Now take the damn pills and go get some rest.” With that, he finally releases the hold he has on me and storms out of the bathroom.
    I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I released it. I crash to the floor in a very unladylike way. I can feel the flood of tears, but I don’t even have the strength to stop them. He’s right, though. How could I be stupid enough to let this happen? I’m usually so much smarter than this. I can’t believe I let my guard down, especially in a place like that and for what? So I can end up on some stranger’s bathroom floor ready to puke my guts out? Get ahold of yourself, Lacey, this was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be