My Roommate is Hot

Drugged

•.•Jaxon•.•

It was Kevin’s party. Immediately she told me the address; I knew it was his house because things like this happened whenever he threw a f*****g party.

Girls got missing, found drugged and r***d. I knew the cycle. Good thing I wasn’t friends with the motherfucker and had been looking for a way to punch his goddamn face ever since that day at practice.

I caught her blonde hair as I brought the car to a stop before the building. She whipped around fast, hands to her chest. Now, what the hell was she wearing — and that too…to a party?

But good thing. She’d have been prey.

I got out of my car, slammed the door, and tucked the keys into my pocket before marching toward her. She looked scared — so out of character for her.

“Hey. Thanks for coming,” she said once I was closer. I nodded and glanced at the entrance. The party was still on.

My eyes fell to her. “You good?” I asked, and she pressed her lips together before shaking her head. She drew in a breath, mumbled something, and drew in another breath.

I recognized it. She was having a panic attack. I placed my hand on her shoulder and leaned in a little so I could stare into her eyes.

“Go wait in the car. I would go get Harper and we would join you soon,” I muttered, and she bit her bottom lip, glancing at the door, then shaking her head.

“I want to go with you. I can help in finding her,” she said, and I pinched my brow.

“You’ve been here by yourself and there’s been no success in your search whatsoever,” I stated, and I caught the slight tremble in her lips before she pressed them into a line.

“Go sit in the car. I would find her,” my voice firmer this time. She raised her eyes to meet mine, and I could see the fear in them.

“She…”

I shook my head and slowly blinked at her.

“She’ll be fine. I’ll go get her.” I softened my voice, and she gave a resigned sigh before nodding. I handed my keys over to her and watched as she walked to the car; then I made my way into the building.

Now, where are those fuckers?

I’d been here before — before Kevin and I had a clash — so I could make my way around here. She mentioned checking the party floor and outside. I was sure she had no idea there were rooms up here.

I made my way toward the staircase, skipping two at a time. I ignored the girls who flashed grins and batted their lashes at me. I got to the top of the stairs and ran into Kevin.

Of course, he stayed here.

He had a girl on his arm who could barely keep her head up. My guess? She was either drunk off her ass or drugged.

He scowled at me. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and I glanced behind him at the hallway that led to different rooms.

“Look man, I really don’t want to be here. But I have to pick up someone,” I muttered, and he frowned, shoving the red plastic cup at me. It was empty.

I stared at the cup where it landed on the floor before returning my eyes to him.

“Get out,” he bit out, and a muscle ticked in my jaw.

“I will. I need to get someone out, and I’m sure she’s in one of these rooms,” I tried reasoning with him, but the man looked drunk off his ass. He snorted.

“A girl? You’re here because of a girl.” he laughed. “d**k, she’s here for the men because apparently your junk doesn’t work,” he said, and the girl beside him gave a slurred chuckle.

Way to test my patience.

“You really have to move,” I said.

“This is my house. You don’t come in here and tell me s**t. Infact, get out! Get the f**k out!” he snapped, and I sighed. I really didn’t want to get in a fight… at least not now.

I stepped closer until I was in his space. He took a shaky step backward. Dude wasn’t even meeting me eye to eye because obviously he was a couple inches shorter.

“I’ll grab her and leave. Now, get the hell out of my way,” I said before shoving him. It wasn’t even hard, but both he and the girl crashed to the floor.

I didn’t wait to hear whatever he had to say before moving forward.

I pushed open different doors, checking the rooms. Some people were making out, some were knocked out cold. I reached a locked room.

Considering the other rooms weren’t locked, I knew this was it.

After turning the knob a couple of times and hearing a displeased shout from the other end, I resorted to breaking it down.

It took a couple of minutes, but I was in the room and flicked the lights on as a man cursed.

“What the f**k are you doing?” he sounded angry. The lights came on, illuminating the room as two men — two naked men — jumped to their feet.

I stared at the bed. Lying on it, still undressed, was Harper. Passed out.

Wow.

My gaze moved from her to both men.

“Who the f**k are you?” one of them with dark hair stepped up to me, scowling. I didn’t have to say s**t before punching him square in the face.

I was sure I’d broken his nose and with the way his eyes rolled into his head, I knew he’d be unconscious.

The other one screamed something in a language I was sure wasn’t English as the first guy dropped to the floor.

I walked toward him as he shielded his junk with one hand while placing the other in front of him.

He was hard, and that was what gave it away. They were a gay couple and were playing with themselves but decided to add a third party to it. Not out of consent.

“Why… who are you?” he asked, trembling slightly.

“What did you give to her?” I asked, and his expression darkened.

“It’s… it’s about the girl? Is she your girlfriend or something?” he asked, and that question earned him a punch in the stomach. He groaned, bending in pain.

“What did you give to her?” I repeated, and he kept muttering gibberish. I gave him another punch that had him falling to his knees.

“You bloody motherfuckers,” I cursed and gave him another one that had him passing out. They were too easy. Too f*****g weak.

I needed someone to fight back, but this was it. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and took pictures of both men. Evidence.

I went to the bed and picked Harper up before leaving the room and walking down the stairs and out of the building.

Come tomorrow, we’d identify both men. But for now, getting Harper to the clinic was more important.

Oh, whoever they were… they were so f****d.