Chapter nine

Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice.

She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes.

Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet while smiling amid tears, she was not going to lose her self-worth twice. She closed her eyes and her thoughts drifted to her father. All the memories she had of him even before he'd fallen sick were good ones so it was difficult to see him any other way than the good man she knew. Remembering that she was yet to speak with him, she beat herself up mentally. She would have loved to talk to him, hear him deny the accusation, and just tell her how much he loves her. But she didn't rise from the bed, it would be better if they found her here, lying comfortably dead than in the hallway or a weird position.

Seconds passed. Minutes passed and yet, nothing happened.

Why was the poison taking so long to do its work?

She stood up and almost cursed out loud as her head started banging with a painful headache, making her vision to come out blurry. She placed her palm on it, feeling the few beads of perspiration that had broken out through her pores. Her temperature seemed to have gone up a bit and her vision was even more blurry.

She got up from the bed and started heading towards the bathroom to wash her face when she heard the faint creaking of a door, making her stop in her tracks.

“Who is there?” she asked as the blurry image of a man entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

“You aren't dressed yet?” he asked as he looked at her, his expressionless face changing to a displeased one.

“Do I know you?” Phoebe slurred, tilting her head to the side to get a better view of him.

“Just quit these silly games already. I have told you already, I won’t let you go till the end of our contract.”

“Didn’t I send a maid up here? Whatever, don't just waste my time and get dressed now.”

He sighted the file lying open on the bed and began to walk towards it. “Have you signed on it?”

Phoebe’s eyes followed his every movement. He was dressed in a casual white t-shirt with black pants and looked more approachable than he had, dressed in a suit. He turned to face her on seeing that she’d not yet signed on it, but instead of a displeased man, she couldn't help but admire his lips, pink and beckoning to her. His Adam’s apple giggled as he swallowed. She shut her eyes tightly to erase the dirty thoughts her mind was beginning to conjure. Why was she….? The drugs. It didn't look like it was going to kill her but it did have an effect on her. She felt a warm watery substance come out of her insides and plastered on her panties.

“You okay?” Lucas asked as she was staring at him hungrily. She didn't respond but started to walk towards him. Without warning, she jumped on him, both of them falling to the bed in an awkward position. Lucas’s eyes popped out of its sockets as he stared at the woman above him in surprise. What was wrong with her?

“Are you drunk?” he asked as that was the only explanation he could come up with. This was a different woman from the one he’d met a few minutes ago who he was sure would gladly have his head raw if given the opportunity. Why was she suddenly acting this way? She was surely drunk. But she hadn't left her room and had only her dinner and water. He looked at the vanity to see she was done with her food and there was no drink there. He pushed her off of him, attempting to leave, but her arms were back in seconds, holding him as if her life depended on it. Her eyelashes quivered as her gaze fell on his sex, a little gasp erupting from her lips. Lucas released a little sigh as the sight of the petite woman biting on her bottom lip drove him to the edge. He needed to leave the room before he loses his sense of reasoning and do something he would regret, well…love but you know. He needed to leave the room now.

“It looks so big. Can I feel it?” She asked with her eyes closed halfway. Her head kept spinning and her nipples were rock-hard as she kept staring at Lucas’s dick. The man in front of her was nothing less than a man-god with how gorgeous he looked under the fluorescent bulb that illuminated the room.

What did the maid give to her? Why was her body reacting this way? Lucas must have sent the maid up to drug her to have his way with her. At that thought, she leaped up to her feet and as Lucas sat up on the bed, wondering why she’d jumped out like she’d made contact with fire, her palm kissed his cheek. Lucas was taken aback as his hands flew to his cheeks that was stinging from the hot slap. Looking up at the fuming woman above him, he wondered what had gone wrong. She’d been all over him just seconds ago, why was she suddenly repulsive? Or was this all an act? A plan of some sort.

“What was that….” Lucas was interrupted mid-speech as his lips entwined with soft plump ones of Phoebe. Her lips felt so soft as they claimed his, biting and licking with all vigor as if he was going to be her last meal. He paused, pushing at her arms to break the kiss but she wouldn’t have it, encircling her arms around him and falling on the bed, pulling him with her. Being the man he was, he started to feel awakened as he cupped her face in his palms, gaining himself more access to her mouth. Her lips were delicious and it brought the beast out of him as his hunger for her soon became insatiable. Breaking off from the kiss, he jumped out of his clothes in a minute, while taking a mental picture of Phoebe as she waited eagerly for him. Her brown hair scattered all over the white bedding gave a sensual vibe. She still had her gown on, which had gone up from the way she was lying, exposing her fair thighs.

Phoebe lay in anticipation for what was to come. Her pussy thumped, contracting and retracting in synchrony. Her nipples were as hard as stones and she was sure he saw the clear outline as his eyes were fixated on them.