Drugged

Camille's POV 

Things had started well.  

I had texted Linda and Norman with the news that I really would be going clubbing with them. They sent the club address and Linda said everyone was going for a black theme so I had to wear a black dress.  

And I had been fine with that. Black dresses were my thing. I had a lot of them.  

When Dane dropped me off at home, I'd first spent a good thirty minutes in the bath. I didn't want any stress lines on my face or skin and with all the frowning at the computer screen that I had done today, I needed a nice warm bath.  

I texted Megan asking if she would like to come along but she refused saying something about having a deadline to meet.  

When I finally shoved on my dress, I knew there was no way Gav would say yes to it.  

It was a b