Chapter 61. Fuck Her as You Wanted To

Chris POV

“Wow, your house is beautiful,” June echoes, her eyes widening as she and Lia help me inside.

I nod absently, hardly seeing her. My mind’s still stuck on the picture that came through thirty minutes ago.

A blur but yet clear photo of me, in that damned club slipping Rohypnol into her drink.

And the message beneath it: Don’t you say a word to anyone, or it gets sent to her.

Bloody hell. How did this happen?

Last night was supposed to go perfect.

“Alright,” Lia says, grabbing her bag. “I’ll leave you two love birds to take care of yourselves. Call me if you need anything.”

June smiles. “Will do.”

I look at both women, sighing deeply. I wish June would leave too, but I can’t tell her that. Because the bastard who sent me that message also said:

“Do whatever she wants.”

Is the fucker watching me or something?

Clutching my crutches, I force a smile. “You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be upstair