Chapter 4 THE SEDAN.

Diane and Hailey walked back to their private room, all but bummed. Their previous encounter had trampled on their moods.

Diane took Hailey's glass of Vodka, abandoning her coke, "Hail, I'll need your glass of beer finally!"

She took a big gulp and, shut her eyes and accepted the hot and burning sensation that trickled down her throat.

"I don't know how you enjoy this, Hail." Diane scrunched her face in distaste, earning a playful scowl from Hailey, ordering an Uber.

"You are missing a lot, Didi; I can't stress it enough! Why come to a frigging bar to drink Coke?"

"Don't order for two; I called Walter earlier; he'd pick me up," Diane told her friend early.

"But I already did!" Hailey cried out, "And it'll be here in minutes."

"So is Walter, you know what? I owe you one." Diane chuckled. She and her friend knew that the money was not the issue. She didn't have the mind to send old Walter back after telling him to come pick her up. He was one of her family's butlers.

Diane took another gulp of the awful Vodka and grunted.

"And you have had enough for the night, Dee." Hailey stopped Diane's drinking when she made to pour herself yet another glass.

"I can tell the Uber guy to hold on; I'll stay with you till Walter shows up." Hailey gave her friend a concerned look.

"Nah, I'm good; what am I, Five?" Diane waved.

"Oh, shoot, he's here." Hailey glanced at her buzzing phone. The Uber driver was just around the corner when she ordered for a ride, it seemed.

"Shoo, go! You have a case tomorrow, don't you?" Diane shooed her friend.

Hailey looked at her friend while contemplating, but seeing her schooled and well-behaved expression, she said, "Call me when you reach home!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Diane chuckled.

"Ern, bye!" Hailey pecked Diane's cheeks and hurried out; they had already settled the bills earlier.

After Hailey left, Diane played with her phone while waiting for Walter. But several minutes had passed, and he still had not arrived.

Diane suddenly started feeling hot; she looked around and at the AC, which was obviously on and at a relatively low temperature, so why was she feeling hot? She shook her head; maybe she had yet to get used to the weather around here; it was usually really icy in the States. It had to be it.

She started to get uncomfortable and extremely hot. The kind that made her want to pull her clothes off. Her eyes felt heavy all of a sudden, so heavy that her surroundings started doubling.

What was going on?

Diane panicked. She wanted to get up but lost her footing and slumped back on the cushion as her legs felt like jelly.

What on earth!

She schooled herself and stood up again.

Restroom. She thought. Maybe she just needed to wash her face. The Vodka must have been too strong for her. That must be it, then.

Her phone buzzed on the chair.

Urghhhh!

She sunk back into the cushion and raised her hand, which felt very heavy to drag the phone to her ears.

"Hello? Walter? Finally." She answered the call. "Mmh, be there in a jiffy"

Finally.

So what now?

Her vision was quite hazy, and her legs felt too heavy for her; most of all, she felt too hot, especially...down there-

Oh, Lord!

Their drinks were spiked!

Ah, could anything get worse?

Diane panicked so badly.

"Okay, get your shit together, you know what? You will stand up and walk straight out of this room and straight to the car, where Walter will drive you to safety; how about that?" Diane murmured to herself.

"Now, up we go!" She dragged her body up and made her way out of the private room.

She didn't know how she made her way outside the club without grabbing any man on the way; it had taken her a vast and nerve-breaking amount of self-control, which was slipping so gradually.

She walked into the parking lot, where her vision blurred.

A sedan.

A black sedan. Right! Walter came with a sedan.

Diane staggered towards the Sedan with much effort. She opened the door and got into the car.

"H-hey." She gasped after settling into the back seat. Her throat was really patched, and she was feeling uncontrollably queasy down there; it was so intense that she could run mad.

Hot tears prickled her eyes at the feeling.

"Get out." A growl came from beside her, startling the hell out of her. She fidgeted and glanced at the person.

"Who are you? Her voice came as a moan, which she hadn't intended. She was confused.

Wasn't Walter meant to pick her up?

She really should have followed Hailey. She regretted not doing so.

She flipped her eyes open and peered at the person beside her, which she regretted the moment she did so.

An earth-shatteringly handsome man was leaning back and breathing quite ragged and itchy. He was wearing a tuxedo, and his aura was cold and heaven-defying.

Oh, Lord. Was she seeing things now?

"I said, get out!" He growled with a certain sense of urgency.

"Err, this is my car; where is Walter?" Her voice came out as a quiver.

"Get out of my car." The voice came again as a dangerous whisper like that was the only thing his lips could muster.

This would have startled Diane more if she was in a reasonable frame of mind, but she wasn't.

Did she see things? Why...

What if...

She had entered the wrong Sedan.

Oh fuck!

Could things go any worse?

She looked hard at the god-like man whose were shut and took a huge gulp. She was having so many dirty thoughts, oh Lord! Guide her soul to keep. The heat in between her legs had Intensified so much that she felt she would die on the spot.

Maybe she had closed her legs together to get a hold of herself; perhaps she couldn't hold it in any longer and began grinding against herself; maybe she must have touched herself with no choice; possibly she must have pulled her clothes lest she ran mad from the heat.

"Fuck it!" She didn't know who said it, was it her? Was it him? She was not sure.

Her consciousness was fading, her head was spinning, but maybe she had placed her hand on his sturdy legs... She wasn't sure, but maybe he had grabbed her, maybe he hungrily pounced on her, perhaps she was the one who did the pouncing- her brain was not functioning. Perhaps she had pushed his buttons away; she didn't know which came first, the buttons or him pulling her up to stride him.

Whatever it was, they were high on the same thing because he growled and she moaned; they matched the same rhythm of pain and lack of restraint. Her eyes were fiery, but his? It felt like she had seen Hades himself. She remembered as much. She didn't know much, but she could vividly feel the sweat licked off her skin and the rough taste of blood in her mouth as her hand dug into his back.

She didn't know much, but she could hear his ragged breath and her pleas. They were like animals on a heat routine. Painful but pleasurable, they were tired but couldn't stop, like a spell being cast over them. Over and over and over again. Maybe this was how she was going to die.

She was drugged, and she was trapped in the same car with another drugged person-way to go. A last plunge must have made her see white as she slumped into unconsciousness; was she in heaven already? She was most definitely in heaven.