CHAPTER 71: DRUGGED ME?

Chapter 71

Aaron returned to the living room with a deep scowl settled across his face, his jaw tight from the conversation he just had with his mother. He didn’t need his mother pestering him about claiming the kids and filing a lawsuit. Lawsuit for what?

He didn’t want to argue or be angry this night—not when Katherine’s scent still lingered faintly in the house—and he couldn’t wait to throw Amanda out for stretching the air with her perfume.

Aaron slumped into the sofa, rubbing the bridge of his nose before reaching for the glass of wine he left earlier. Wanting to finish the drinking excuse quickly, he gulped down the wine, barely noticing the taste nor the look on Amanda’s face. He just needed the drink to wash out the irritation brimming in him.

"Thanks for the drink," Amanda said smoothly from her seat, her tone light to keep her voice from giving away her happiness. She shifted slightly, crossing her legs and tilting her head toward him. "Well, our contract marriage is coming to an end." She raised her cup. "Cheers to a smooth ending."

Aaron didn’t respond as he felt heat building in his chest and he swallowed, his throat feeling parched. And suddenly he was feeling a buzzing under his skin. His fingers twitched, and his head began to feel foggy, his eyes hazy.

He blinked and reached up to rub his temples, his breathing slightly more labored. His shirt suddenly felt too tight, sweat trickling down his face.

"Something’s off..." he muttered, voice thick and low as the glass slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a soft thud.

Amanda simply watched him with a quiet satisfaction glimmering in her eyes. Her lips curled into a smile as she slowly stood, her hips swaying deliberately as she approached the sofa.

She sat beside him, body angled toward his as her hand brushed his arm sensually. "Relax, Aaron," she cooed.

His gaze narrowed, sluggish but deep with hatred, as he turned his head slightly, his brows drawing together in a haze of anger and confusion. "What did you do?"

Amanda didn’t answer yet. She leaned in closer, her lips grazing the side of his neck as she whispered, "Let me take care of you... the way you’ll like it."

Aaron jerked back as if he was burnt, standing too quickly to his feet. His vision tilted slightly, but he steadied himself, one hand clutching the side of his neck where her lips had just been. "You drugged me?" The disbelief in his voice cracked through the air.

Amanda took slow steps toward him, her fingers slipping to the hem of her outfit. She peeled the first layer off, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor, revealing a crimson, see-through silk dress beneath. Her eyes sparkled with something unhinged. "Do you think I wouldn’t do anything?" she said, head tilted to the side, a cunning smile on her face.

Aaron’s hands curled into fists. His body was burning, aching, and every nerve screamed for relief as the image of Katherine flashed in his mind—Katherine laughing, Katherine sighing into his mouth, Katherine whispering his name with that breathy softness that only she had. He saw her, felt her, wanted her.

"Get out," he growled, staggering toward the door and flinging it open. Rain poured heavily, slapping the balcony tiles. The evening was thick and damp, but it sobered his mind for a fleeting second and he blinked.

Amanda didn’t move, pouting her lips. "Stop playing hard to get," she mumbled, stepping closer to him. "Just give in to your desire."

Aaron’s patience snapped, her annoying voice getting him angry and agitated as he yanked her tied hair angrily and pulled her toward the door as Amanda screamed, trying to remove Aaron’s grip.

The root of her hair hurt as tears streamed down her eyes while, without hesitation, Aaron shoved her out into the rain.

"Aaron!" she gasped, spinning to face him, rain already beating her as she held her throbbing head, tears rolling down her eyes. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, standing there shocked and her makeup smudged.

"If you don’t relieve the pent-up tension," she shouted frantically, trying to wedge her foot between the door before he could close it, "you’ll be affected!"

Even with how he treated her, she couldn’t lose this opportunity.

Aaron glared at her in disgust before he slammed the door on her face.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he turned back into the living room, dragging his hand down his face. Then he saw it—the outer garment Amanda had left behind, soaked with a heady perfume that now made his stomach twist in revulsion. He picked it up with his middle finger like a used baby diaper and strode to the door again.

He opened it just enough to throw the fabric out. Amanda, who had been coming back, reached for the gap again.

And the door slammed once more. Harder.

She screamed something incoherent on the other side, her fists pounding against the wood, but the sound quickly became muffled by the rain.

Aaron stumbled back, his body still on fire, and collapsed onto the couch. Every part of him screamed for release. The drugs thrummed in his bloodstream like a parasite as his mind refused to surrender to him touching himself.

Even with multiple wet dreams, hard-ons, he never touched himself—fear of doing it and not being able to return. Yet every time he closed his eyes—all he could see was her.

Katherine.

Her name fell from his lips like a broken prayer.

Aaron squirmed on the couch, his cock painstakingly painful in his boxers as he gripped the couch to stop himself from touching himself, gulping hard, yet his breathing came in short pants.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself but that was a bad idea as images of Katherine filled his head—whether real or what his horny brain conjoined.

Katherine’s scent, her laughter, her rosy cheeks, her plump lips, her long milky legs, her skin—everything was driving him wild and he groaned, humping his hip in the air.

"God dammit," he cursed in a heavy voice as he yanked his sweatshirt open, tearing the new cloth he had just changed into. He could visibly see his chest rising, his heart beating profusely under the skin.

Blood continued to rush to his girth as he rolled his hips again and with a trembling hand, unbuckled his jeans. Precum had already stained his boxers and his cock was already peeking from the band.

Aaron groaned in a low, desperate voice, then removed his boxers, making his cock spring free—it stood tall, thick with purple veins on it. He was fully erect.

His ears rang as he brushed a finger on the crown. He jerked, his breath hitched, and he grabbed the scarf Katherine had forgotten which still had her scent. As he sniffed like an addict, his body shook, then he wrapped the scarf around his cock.

Rubbing the rough scarf up and down on his cock, his hips jerked at each touch as he put his left palm over his mouth, biting his hand to stop the sound from his mouth.

"Katherine," he mumbled as he fisted his dick with the scarf, taking the edge of the scarf to his nose, inhaling her Arabian scent and felt his body hum to life.

Precum trailing from his cock yet he didn’t stop the fapping of his cock, chasing the pleasure. His body constrained as his toes curled, his hips jerked up, and his stomach knotted, his abdomen thrusting into his fisted hand.

"Katherine," he bit back her name again, his entire body trembling with pent-up tension and release.

Yet the release did nothing to calm down the raging boner as he wrapped the stained scarf on the pillow on the couch and started thrusting again. Sweat rolled off his body yet his body kept thrumming for more.

Through the night, Aaron continued to fist, thrust, hump the scarf, release after release until he couldn’t feel his hands anymore and collapsed on his mess.