TRIGGER WARNING: someone gives a character a drug in their drink, without their knowledge or consent with with the intent to assault them (assault does not end up happening). This action is not to be glorified or romanticized in any way and this is a very serious crime/offense.
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The lobby is bustling and-with the bellhop out of sight- I settle into an overstuffed cream chair. According to his Instagram stories, Cole and three buddies from LA are on their fourth round of shots. It's only 9:00 so they won't be heading out for a couple hours at least. I settle in with my German study book hidden behind a romcom. When he walks by, I don't want him to spot my studying and attempt to start a conversation. It's too soon. Despite the fact that I want to drag him to city hall to marry me and rip his clothes off soon after, I know I'll be rewarded for my patience.
Sure enough, three hours later, the elevator rings and Cole steps off the elevator, flanked by two popular gamer playboys from America. Once again, he steals my breath away. I'm gasping, holding my book over my face as he passes three feet in front of me. My mouth–and panties–are slick with desire. Neither of which has happened within the last five years. Guess that's what happens when you're frequently concussed and scared for your life.
When I finally get into the club, Cole is easy to track down. He and his friends have already started in on bottle service with none other than Sadie Wyatt. She's wasted no time invading his personal space. At the moment, Sadie is leaning into Cole, her hand on his jaw holding his head steady as she whispers in his ear. Jealousy stirs in my stomach and I force myself to stay rooted in my seat. Just I've got myself talked down, Sadie means in and kisses Cole. It's quick but causes my heart to drop into my abdomen. The only thing that improved my now sullen mood is the fact that Cole pulls back, confusion across his dimly lit, but perfect features as he subtly shakes his head "no". Sadie laughs and stands to go to the dance floor, attempting to drag Cole behind her. He remains plastered to the plush black velvet bench that encircles his private VIP table.
His reaction tells me Sadie hasn't made a move before and he's not into it. Good boy. As happy as I am to see his reaction, I'm just as bewildered by Sadie's behavior. After all, she's close friends with Cole's ex-girlfriend, whom he broke up with three months ago. Snake status.
This isn't the Sadie I've seen on Instagram. No, the social media version of sadie is, well...perfect. Never involved in any drama. She's never been canceled and never said something controversial. The image Sadie portrays is that of a best friend to all who is above reproach. Which makes her current behavior all the more puzzling.
It just goes to show that people portray themselves differently on social media. They can create whoever they want. As much as I now hate Sadie, I'm envious that she and other influencers have the ability to control the way others view them so easily.
Fifteen minutes later and Sadie returns to sit next to Cole. Her closeness makes my blood boil but he leans back to look at his phone and the way the light illuminates his face makes my heart melt. I pull out my phone to record a video before the moment passes. As I'm staring at my man through the phone screen, Sadie gets them a pair of shots. She glances back at Cole and, once she sees he's distracted, reaches into her clutch bag to pull something out. At first, I can't tell what it is but the green and blue lights dance off her hand and illuminate a small vial.
I whisper, "No..." as the reality of what Sadie is doing sinks in and my voice chokes in my throat. She rapidly twists off the cap and pours something into the shot in front of Cole. I find my voice and my heart jackhammers as I make my way toward Cole to stop him from taking the shot.
"Stop!" I scream.
But I'm too late. And the club is too loud. He can't hear me and quickly kicks back the shot.
Sadie Wyatt just drugged Cole Thatcher. And I caught the whole thing on video.
Tears stream down my face as I rattle off possibilities in my head of what could happen next. It's clear Sadie wants Cole. She wants him enough to drug him after he rejected her advances. But why? She could have any man. Why mine?
I sink back into the shadows to calm myself down. After dabbing my face with a black cocktail napkin, I move closer to Cole's booth. I have to thwart whatever plan she's cooked up, even if it blows my cover. By next week, I'll be unrecognizable anyway, so it doesn't really matter.
Miraculously, Sadie finds some pals and heads to the bathroom, leaving Cole unattended. I move closer. If I speak, he'll hear me. Cole gets up and stumbles down the three stairs from the elevated booth and he's on my level. Just two feet from me. The shock of being so close causes me to freeze up.
Anyone else would think he's drunk, but I know the truth. His friends are nowhere to be found and he staggers across the dance floor toward a dimly lit hallway with red wallpaper that houses the entrances to the restrooms. My feet feel heavy as I will myself to follow him into the hallway.
He sways heavily and takes a precarious step before bracing his right hand against the wall for support. Cole needs me. He'll never make it out of here without help.
Acting on instinct, I close the space between us and duck under his arm, wrapping it around my shoulders and securing my grip around his wrist. I throw my left arm around his waist to further stabilize his body in an upright position.
"I—" he mumbles.
"I got you, Cole, I got you." I continue guiding him down the hallway toward a conveniently located emergency exit. "Let's get you somewhere safe."
He simply murmurs in response before we crash into a back alley, the warm night greeting us. Cole has a good seven inches on me and weighs over fifty pounds more than I do, so maneuvering him isn't easy.
As I'm trying to navigate him toward the street, so we can get to my rental car, the fire exit door slams open and someone stomps out into the alley. I glance over my shoulder. My stomach sinks with dismay as I see who it is.
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WHO DO YOU THINK FOLLOWED MALIA AND COLE OUT THE BACK EXIT?
WHO WOULD WIN IN A FIGHT, MALIA OR SADIE👀???
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Tik Tok Stalker
Mystery / ThrillerMalia has one mission. To get Cole Thatcher, the Tik Tok star of her dreams, to marry her. Her obsession with Cole is the only thing that keeps her going as she endures abuse at the hands of her spouse. After she is free from her abuser, She changes...
