A Brother's Love

Drugged

The wine was getting to me, it wasn’t like me to have a calm conversation with Easton Dehn. He was charming, making me laugh and refilling my glass like there was no tomorrow. If I wasn’t drunk out of my mind I would have accused him of trying to get me drunk in the first place. There was no way he had good intentions toward me when he looked at me with that sinister look in his eyes. He brushed his fingers over my wrist when I reached for my glass. It made my breathing hitch in my throat, memories of our little make-out session on my living room couch making my cheeks heat. It was like Easton knew what I was thinking because the chuckle which followed had a direct line to my v****a. I had to get out of there.

“T-Thank you for dinner.” I hated how slow my speech was, I was definitely drunk, “I need to head home now.”

When I got up I stumbled and Easton had to grab onto my arms to steady me, "You sure you're okay?" He asked he tightened his grip on my arms, "You should spend the night here." He snorted when he saw the panic in my eyes, "Relax, this house is big enough for us to avoid each other. When you've sobered up you can leave with your head held high."

"I-I doubt that," I muttered, closing my eyes when I felt like I'd fall. I had to calm down and try to focus on my breathing. When I felt a wave of nausea hit me I snapped my eyes open, “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

The smug look on his face was annoying, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Let me show you to your room.” He placed his hand on my back, guiding me up the stairs to the guest room which I could use for the night, “Just hold on, Poppy, we’re almost there.”

I grabbed onto his arm, I didn’t feel like I’d make it to the room without losing consciousness. When I stopped in my tracks, mumbling something incoherent Easton simply slipped his arms around me and lifted me up bridal style.

“W-W-What?”

“It’s faster this way.”

Of course, Easton preferred taking matters into his own hands. He liked things to run smooth and efficiently. I was so out of it I didn’t even bother with feeling embarrassed. I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes, letting him take care of me. When we reached the guest room he placed me on the big bed with silk white sheets and took off my shoes. He tucked me in and muttered something about me being safe. I couldn’t focus on his words due to my head spinning. I closed my eyes and just let sleep take me.

***

I woke up feeling groggy and my head still spinning. I felt disgusting too. My eyes scanned the room, panic washing over me like a bucket of ice water when I noticed that I wasn’t in my bedroom. This room was huge, decorated in cream, white and gold. I couldn’t stay here, I needed to leave. Jumping out of bed I used the en-suite bathroom to freshen up. Despite my resolve to leave the mansion as soon as possible I still wanted to do that feeling human. The bathroom had everything I needed and more. It was like a fancy hotel, all products smelling amazing too. I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower to try and hide the fact I apparently got knocked out by a few glasses of wine. That never happened to me before. Easton kept refilling my glass too which to me felt like it was out of character for him. He liked to be in control of the situation. A drunk woman who needed his help to lay down didn’t feel like something Easton Dehn wanted to deal with.

Did he drug me?

Quickly getting dressed in last night clothes I slipped my shoes on and ran down the stairs, nearly running into a woman who was carrying a tray with delicious smelling food on it. She looked surprised to see me.

“Mr. Dehn asked me to bring you breakfast.”

“There is no need.” I told her, throwing her an apologizing look, “I need to head out. Is that guy around?”

She looked confused, “What guy, Miss Miller?”

She knew my name? It was creepy how informed Easton’s staff was. I didn’t want to be part of this, any of this. If my suspicion was correct the man drugged me to keep me at the mansion. So not only did he kidnap me but he also drugged me, this man was definitely bad news. All I could think about was running.

“You’re leaving without having breakfast?”

His voice suddenly breaking the awkward silence made me stumble back and nearly falling on my bed due to my feet hitting the first step of the stairs. I managed to keep my balance though, I didn’t look charming doing it.

“I need to leave.”

“You can leave after having something in your stomach.” Easton straightened his tie and buttoned up his jacket to his black pinstriped three-piece suit. He looked damn fine in that suit which fitted him like a glove, “Relax, I won’t be around. I have a busy schedule today.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, wrapping my arms around my body, "You drugged me.”

He didn’t look offended as I threw that accusation in his face. He twisted his cufflinks around, his eyes narrowing on me.

“Don’t throw accusations out there without hard evidence, Miss Miller. You might end up offending the wrong kind of people. Who knows what will happen then.”

It was most definitely a threat even though he said those things with a charming smile spread across his handsome face.

“Well, I need to go. ‘That’ guy will give you a ride home.” He then turned on his heels and left the mansion, leaving me to myself in his gigantic house.

“Should I serve you breakfast in the dining room, Miss Miller?”

I looked at the maid who patiently waited for me to make up my mind. It wasn't her fault she worked for a huge jerk. Bet he paid her a good salary so it was probably worth it. With a sigh, I nodded.

“Sure.”

I’d have breakfast and then head home, hopefully leaving all of this in the past. With Easton Dehn, you never knew though.