Secrets and Things (MxM)

Chapter 68 - Was it good?

Note:

- The chapters are meant to be max 2000 words but I can't seem to stop writing. But do tell if the chapters get too long.

- Just in case people are lost, italics are back to being thoughts of the POV

- More POV shifts in this chapter

- Picture is the vibe but Aiden is shorter

------------------------

POV: Aiden

"So what do you want babe?"

Ugh, I want to die. "What do you mean? I have everything I wanted right here," I said in my fake, high pitched tone whilst batting my eyelashes. Kill me PLEASE. Initially, I thought I was pushing it too far and exaggerating how I was meant to be acting but I soon found out that the whores by our side are a lot WORSE. My jaw dropped at the shamelessness and that was saying something because nothing surprised me anymore when it comes to the clubbing industry.

Brad said something to me (probably flexing his riches) while feeling me up again but I zoned him out to look at my wristwatch.

Only two minutes left till I'm free.

Excitement bubbled within me and I was getting fidgety in anticipation. The sleaze seemed to notice the behaviour change but he took it as anticipation for getting in bed with him, if his nuzzling said anything. He sucked on my neck and I had to physically sit on my hand to avoid punching his jaw. He wasn't even good. It just fucking hurt.

I'm so close to the end. Counting down proved to be a great distraction from the gnawing at my neck.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

As soon as it hit zero, Brad moved away from me fast and began gripping his stomach under the table. His face twisted in discomfort and pain, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. When he finally closed his eyes tightly, the people around him noticed that something was up with him.

Now it's my time to shine. Let's see how far three months of acting class can take me.

"Ow..." I whined out as I also clutched my stomach. I rested my forehead against the table so I could hide my face away but secretly turned it to see the reactions of the other occupants. They all looked very alarmed and stressed. Perfect.

"What's going on?!" yelled one of them. I let out another fake groan and they began to get even more restless.

"I think... someone spiked... my drink with... some sort of drug that... messes with my bowel," Brad panted out. His breathing was a lot heavier now and his groans came out in very short intervals. Smart boy. I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly.

"Oh my god..." I shrieked out, "I drank from your glass!" Of course, I didn't. I just pretended to so I could slip in the damn drug. It was a slow-acting drug that reacted after an hour, hence the counting down.

"Move out the way!" I screamed out. I pushed Brad out of the booth and ran to the toilet. "I need to go to the washroom!" Brad got a similar idea and scrambled out of the booth. Finally, both of us were standing and we both bolted to the bathroom.

As I ran, I noticed the table in sheer panic, calling their men from different areas of the club and most likely telling them to look for suspects who could've drugged their drinks. I smirked inwardly as brad and I finally entered the bathroom and rushed to one of the stalls. I made sure I was on the opposite end of his stall and lowered the toilet seat to initiate the next segment of the plan.