Nicholas POV
FOUR DAYS LATER
“Honey please come with me, I don’t want to be alone at the party” I whispered in Monica’s ears as I held her around her waist from behind.
“I can’t Nicholas. The kids are not feeling too well and I have to make sure they’re fine. Just help me wish Uncle Karl a happy birthday” Monica said, not even turning behind to spare me a glance as she focused solely on the scattered clothes that decorated the huge bed in the kids’ room.
I released my hold on her as I took two steps back, giving her enough space to move around and continue what she was doing.
“Why don’t you just tell the maid to do all these?” I asked, not satisfied that she was folding the kids’ clothes herself when there were maids around to do it.
“No, I don’t want the maids near any of my kids. Everything that’s concerning Mason and Macy will solely be handled by me. I still can’t get over what Mia did to me” Monica replied, her gaze fixed on the little cloth which looked like a bikini as he folded it neatly amongst other clothes.
I could still remember when Monica narrated the reasons why Ethan divorced her. She had trusted Mia and Ethan so much that she never thought they were a thing.
She took Mia in thinking she was doing the right thing but never knew she was used by Ethan to bring Mia into the house.
Monica still couldn’t get over her fear of trusting maids and guards and I couldn’t blame her for it. She had even almost started cooking for me, saying she didn’t trust our cook, Aunt Patricia’s integrity.
It took a lot of convincing from me for Monica to finally give up the idea of cooking our daily meals.
“Alright I’ll be going now,” I said, announcing my departure, and just as I turned around, I felt a gentle grip on my wrist.
Turning around, my gaze fell on her blue captivating eyes with a warm smile on her lips. She leaned forward and kissed me slowly and gently then broke the kiss after some seconds.
“Say hi to Aunt Ella for me and don’t forget to take along the gift I bought for Uncle Karl” she reminded, placing another kiss on my cheeks then letting go of my hand and returning to the clothes
“I will” I replied then stared at her behind lovingly as I couldn’t help but count myself lucky for having her in my life.
“Happy birthday uncle,” I said, holding a small beautiful bag which contained my gift and Monica’s gift.
“Nicholas,” he said, his voice sharp and filled with excitement as he spread his hands wide for me “Come give me a hug,” he said, a warm smile across his lips.
I walked to him with a smile on my face as I leaned towards him and he wrapped his hand around me in a warm hug.
“Where is Monica? You didn’t come alone did you?” He asked, breaking the hug as his eyes searched behind me for a sign of Monica.
“Monica couldn’t make it uncle. The kids took away her time” I explained, forcing a smile as his gaze returned to me.
“Okay but I wanted you both to be here,” he said, his tone slightly disappointed that Monica didn’t show up.
“Well we both have a gift for you,” I said, raising the bag upwards, showing him the gift bag I held in my hand.
“Oh thank you. I hope you didn’t get more shoes, Nicholas. I don’t want any more shoes from you” Uncle Karl’s said and my smile wiped off my face.
I’ve always gotten the best and latest shows imported to the country whenever Uncle Karl’s birthday was close but hearing him right now, it seemed like he already noticed that I always bought shoes for him.
“No uncle. I bought something else” I lied, faking a smile.
“Okay, Nicholas. Enjoy yourself. I have some guests to greet” he said, then patted me on the shoulder and walked past me.
A waiter walked to where I was and stood in front of me and I took that chance to take a cup of champagne but as soon as I held it firmly.
Something or someone bumped into me and the glass fell from my hands and shattered on the floor, drawing lots of attention.
“I’m really sorry about that sir. Here take this glass instead while I clean this up” the waiter’s deep voice echoed from the nose mask he wore.
I turned around to check what had bumped into me but I saw nothing. Looking around the hall, I also realized he was the only one with a mask but I didn’t think much about it.
I didn’t even answer him but took the cup from him and walked past him, leaving him with a mess on the floor.
“Nicholas, are you okay?” Anthony asked and I knew he already noticed the beads of sweat which was already forming on my forehead.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me Anthony. I feel so hot and excited” I confessed, taking off my suit jacket as I began to feel very hot from within.
“This Hall temperature is normal and not hot at all so why are yours sweating?” Anthony asked, worry etched on his face as I began to take off my buttons, revealing my chest “Nicholas what are you doing?”
“I feel hot Anthony. It’s like my whole body is burning” Anthonys eyes roamed my body and his eyes widened when his gaze landed on my trousers.
“Nicholas, why is your_” he didn’t complete the word but just kept looking at my trousers. I followed his gaze and stared at my bulge in shock as I saw it standing erect through my pants. “We need to leave now Nicholas before someone sees this”
“Let’s book a room” I suggested instead, the temperature increasing drastically as I felt the urge to tear off every piece of clothing I wore.
“what should I do?” Anthony asked, his voice sharp and laced with concern as I groaned on the bed in pain.
“I don’t know,” I said, laying completely naked on the bed in the hotel room we had lodged, trembling as I felt hot all over my body.
Anthony had turned the air conditioner to the highest yet, I was still feeling hot.
My little man was standing erect and I had this strong urge to have s*x, to f**k anyone or anything. This pain was very similar.
This was the exact way I was feeling when Monica had walked to my room and we had s*x that night.
My mind went back to the waiter who had given me the glass of champagne and a realization hit like a brick. “Shit” I yelled, sweating and feeling pain in my d**k
“What is it?” Anthony asked fear etched on his face.
“I’ve been drugged” I responded, my voice deep and rough.