Tryst - Forbidden Hearts Series

49| No Rest for the Wicked

"Come back to bed, princess!"

Harper's voice floated into our bedroom from the kitchen of our condo. "No. You need to rest."

I dropped my arm with a huff onto the pillow beside me. Ever since the incident at Down the Rabbit Hole -- the one where I got roofied by my stalker -- my wife-to-be has been treating me like a child. It was infuriating.

I barely remembered that damn night. Actually, I kind of didn't. Not the parts where I was drugged and nearly killed. I remembered being at the bar and the stripper arriving. I remembered the lap dance. Then. . . nothing. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor of my office, surrounded by two paramedics, Nate, and everyone else. Literally everyone. Nate called Karma immediately and then it was a game of telephone after that.

I was told that Harper had gotten there in record time. That wasn't surprising. What was surprising was when Ayden told me that, if it hadn't been for the police arresting Jenn, Harper would most likely have sucker punched her. Harper had never been a violent person, but I understood what she must have been feeling. If the situation was reversed, I would've probably done much much more than sucker punching the guy who drugged her drink.

She was angry.

She was angry. . . until I woke up.

Then came the waterworks.

When I first came too, I didn't know what the hell had happened. Harper was on top of me with her arms wrapped around me as she talked through tears. It took a few minutes before I was able to get her calm enough to tell me what the fuck happened. That's when I got the full story.

According to what I did remembered, after the guys left I decided to sleep in my office. That's when I started to clean up the bar and noticed the stripper was still there. She wanted to stay for a drink, but I insisted otherwise. I showed her out and locked the door behind her. I went to grab something from my office before returning to the bar to finish off the glass of scotch I had been drinking earlier. When the glass was empty, I cleaned a little more before going back to my office to sleep. My memory got a little hazy then. I want to send Harper a good night text. I didn't. I got woozy and sat on the couch.

Then I woke up with medics trying to make sure I was okay and a very scared and upset fiancee.

We pulled the security footage of the night in question later that day. Apparently, after I showed the stripper out, she suck back in and drugged my scotch. She hid in the women's restroom until the drugs took effect and I passed out. I was so grateful that Nate came back when he did. Thank God my body had a habit of forgetting his wallet at the bar.

The few days that followed consisted of talking to the police to make sure that Jenn was going to get the help she needed. She was also going to serve a little time for drugging me, being in possession of a firearm without a permit, and the altercation with Nate. I knew Jenn was a little unstable mentally, so I was able to convince them to grant her probation and a little house arrest after she underwent psych treatment. There was the little added bonus of the restraining order I took out against her. One that applied to the bar and all of my nearest and dearest.

I shook my head at the blatant truth of it all. Nate had a restraining order against Jules, now I had one against Jenn. What the fuck?

I swear, the upcoming rehearsal dinner and wedding better go smoothly or I was going to lose my mind. It was bad enough that Harper's parents still haven't made any effort to call her or show and interest in showing up at the wedding; what if something else went wrong?

I didn't want to think about the possibility.

"Hey, babe. I got you some fruit. I thought you might be hungry."