Page 2 of Devoured

I shook my head. The buzzing started up again and I glanced at my phone on the nightstand. Ian was calling. And pieces of last night started to fall back into place. Ian had driven me to New York to talk to Isabella’s father. But she’d answered the door instead. And then she’d handed me a drink and that…that was all I could remember.

“Oh, I know what you need.” Her fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up her nightgown.

I definitely did not need that. “You drugged me last night.”

She laughed. “Nonsense. We spent the whole night talking. Reminiscing about happy times. Until our yearning for each other turned into a night full of passion. The things you did to me in this bed…”

“I didn’t sleep with you!”

“Of course you did.”

“I think I’d remember fucking the devil.”

She laughed again. “You’re hilarious.”

“I didn’t fuck you, Isabella.”

“James, you’re naked.”

I looked back down at myself again. That didn’t necessarily mean…Fuck!

“Why else would you be naked in my childhood bed other than to ravish my body?”

I ignored her as I found my discarded sweatpants on the floor. I pulled them on, not taking the time to look for my boxers. I grabbed my t-shirt too. “I didn’t sleep with you,” I said again. I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have done that.

“Then what on earth do you think happened?”

I pulled my t-shirt on.

“Really, James. What do you think happened?”

“I think you drugged me!”

“And then what? Stripped you naked? Put you in my bed? Just to set up an elaborate scene?”

“That sounds exactly like something you’d do.”

She pouted. “I didn’t rape you, James.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t you though?”

My heart started racing.

She crawled toward me on the bed. “You think I slipped something in your drink? And then fucked you without your consent? You think I raped you?”

The word echoed around in my head. I was seconds away from hurling all over her pink comforter.

“I have a different scenario that you might like better. You insisted on taking me to bed to have your way with me. And I graciously let you.”

Not in a million years.“You’re psychotic.”

“Would you stop saying that!” Her calm façade finally cracked.

I didn’t remember saying it to her before. But clearly she remembered. Which meant I’d said it to her multiple times last night. When she…what? Fucked me when I was barely conscious? I was definitely going to throw up.

The banging noise resumed somewhere in the distance when my phone stopped buzzing. I had a feeling Ian was seconds away from breaking into the apartment.

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