Monalisa POV.
"Drugged?" I repeated, mortified.
Then I laughed, "You're joking right?"
"I'm not," he said simply without a hint of a smile.
I stared at him, and he stared back unblinking.
Wait. Was he serious?
"And how would you know that?" I demanded.
"It's a common thing that happens around clubs. I've seen it too many times to know," he said lightly.
Really?
They usually drugged women in clubs in Vegas?
"Why would anyone drug me?" I inquired, confused.
He harrumphed, "The guy you were with, how well do you know him?"
Hold on a minute....
He wasn't insinuating that Ethan was the one who spiked my drink, was he?
But how?
He wasn't the one who served the drinks.
"No," I refused, "The guy I was with couldn't have done that to me."
"Why not?"
"Because he wasn't the one who
