Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 67

Someone messing with his drink was a nice way to put it. In reality, he was drugged with something sinister, something that toyed with human desires in the cruelest ways.

Given Bryant's reputation for being ruthlessly decisive in the business world, whoever did this to him was in for a world of hurt once he sobered up. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

Right now, I was terrified he wouldn’t make it through the night. His face was unnaturally flushed, a clear sign of the drug coursing through him.

Caught in a dilemma, the ringing of my phone on the bedroom dresser felt like a lifeline. The caller ID flashed urgently, and I snatched it up.

“Sweetie, guess what? I scored us tickets! Steven had them but—”

“Chris!” I blurted out, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Do you know what to do if someone’s been...uh, drugged? With that kind of drug?”

“What kind of drug?”

“An aphrodisiac.” I could barely get the words out.

I could almost hear Christine choking on her drink, coughing in surprise. “Cough, why the sudden quiz on...cough cough...drugs? It’s not you, is it...cough?”

“No, no, it’s Bryant.”

“...Where is he now?”

“In the living room.”

“And you?”

“In the bedroom.”

Her questions left me more confused than ever, but I pressed on. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Lock your bedroom door. Now.”

“What?”

“Do it! Hurry!”