Chapter 57: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Drugged!

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“Don’t worry Damon. He will be fine. She gave him just a little. She did give him Hydromorphone when he complained of headache a while after taking in the ecst…”

“What the fuck is that?” Damon bellowed.

“That’s a really strong painkiller. Don’t know how she got them. That’s probably why he got knocked out. Damon don’t panic, he’ll be fine. Just keep an eye on him and allow him to sleep it off.”

By the time Damon was done talking to Michael, Chloe was dressed. Damon carried Tristan fireman style and stormed out of the bedroom into the hall and headed for the entrance.

“Are you going to take him to the hospital?” Chloe asked quietly, handing over Tristan’s cell phone which had been switched off, to Damon.

“For your sake, I hope it doesn’t have to come to that. What the fuck did you want to achieve? Is sex so important to you that you would endanger someone’s life just to have it?” Damon asked looking incredulous.

Chloe shook her head vigorously. “It wasn’t just for sex. I didn’t intend to harm him. I would never do that. I love him.”

“And if you had to drug him to have sex, what does that tell you?” Damon roared.

Chloe started sobbing quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Damon sighed and took pity on the sobbing girl. “It’s okay. He will be fine. He just has to sleep it off. Just don’t pull that stunt ever again. You could kill someone. Alight?”

“Okay. I’m so sorry. Listen, if it’s any consolation, he wouldn’t do it. He…”

“Wouldn’t do what?” Damon sounded impatient. He just wanted to get out of there.

“He wouldn’t touch me no matter what I did. He wanted to leave but I wouldn’t let him. I locked the door and hid the key. I might as well have allowed him to leave because he ended up giving me the highest insult ever. And that really pissed me off.”

Damon’s raised an eyebrow, wondering what his brat had said to piss off the ‘nice’ lady.

Chloe smiled bitterly and whispered. “He attempted to wank off. Said if I wasn’t going to allow him to leave, then he had to take care of himself.

“Well, I’m sure the ecstasy was working,” Damon muttered.

“You are missing the point,” Chloe said in a hard voice. “He had me. You see, he made it clear immediately he got here, that he loved you and that there was no chance for us. I just wanted to remind him how it was between us but he said he wasn’t interested.” Chloe laughed bitterly. “He wouldn’t even share my favourite wine with me for old times’ sake. So I told him to have some orange juice then. He really likes that brand.”

Damon made a mental note to ask Tristan what brand of orange juice that was.

“I meant it when I said I didn’t mean to harm him.” Chloe continued, looking at Damon. “You see, I use Ecstasy all the time. Tristan was never a user. I knew I didn’t have to give him much to get him in the mood. And it worked too. The only problem was, he wasn’t going to allow me anywhere near his dick, even after he realized I had drugged him and he didn’t have any control over his erection. He preferred to take care of his hard-on himself. I saw red. I…I hit him on the head.”

“You did what?” Damon growled, startling Chloe. Damon couldn’t stop the anger that was bubbling up within him all over again at that news. “Are you crazy? Christ!” Damon placed Tristan in a chair and quickly started checking his head for a cut or a bump. “What did you hit him with?”

“My…my iPad.” Chloe stuttered. “He didn’t get any cut or swelling. But he did complain of a headache.”

“And that’s why you gave him the painkiller. Where the fuck did you get those anyway? My friend says you shouldn’t have that kind of drug on you.”

“A friend gave them to me. I have severe headaches at times.” She whined.

“Some friend you got there. They are dangerous and you shouldn’t be taking them without a doctor’s prescription. Is your friend a doctor?” Damon asked tightly.

“No.”

“You have issues lady. What happened when he took the painkiller?”

“He slept some few minutes after. Well, I did coax him to go lie in bed so he could at least be comfortable. He was too drowsy to protest.”

“Thanks for telling me. I’m still pretty pissed off though. That was a shitty stunt you pulled off.” Damon bent to pick Tristan up. “Wait, did you tell my friend you hit Tristan on the head?”

“Yes. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you though.” Chloe frowned slightly.

Damon gave her a slight smile. “He probably thought I’d kill you.”

Chloe smiled back at Damon. “One more thing.” She said, laughing softly when Damon groaned. “He was fully clothed when I put him in bed. I stripped him when I saw you at the door.”

“You mean all that look,” Damon pointed at Chloe, referring to how she looked when she opened the door.

Chloe nodded sheepishly. “I thought if I could convince you we were already…you know, then you would break it off with him and I… that sounds stupid now.” Chloe ended with a groan making Damon laugh. No wonder Chloe had taken so long to open the door when he came.

“It sure does. Listen we gotta go. But get off the drugs, will you? It will destroy you.” Damon advised.

“I will,” Chloe said in a small voice.

“Promise?” Damon insisted.

“Promise.” Chloe smiled.

“Good.” Damon winked at Chloe making her smile through the fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

“You are a good person. No wonder he loves you so much. Tell him I said I’m sorry will you?” She said quietly.

“I will. You take care.” And with that, Damon stepped out with Tristan tugged safely in his arms.