CHAPTER 197: A STRANGE TEA [CHRISTIAN POV]

"Here. Drink it while it’s still warm," said Morgan, handing me a beautiful teacup filled with steaming hot tea.

The tea had a strong herbal scent, but it wasn’t so overpowering that it was difficult to drink. I held the teacup in my hands for a few moments before taking a small sip.

"What do you think? This tea is made with special herbs to help promote sleep at night. I hope it’s to your liking."

Across from me, Morgan watched as I drank my tea. There was a flash of excitement in her eyes.

Is she that concerned about me liking the tea she brewed?

The way she looked at me made me feel a little creeped out, as if she were ready to eat me.

"So..what have you been up to these last few days?" I asked, trying to fill in the awkward silence. I didn’t particularly care about what she was up to, but I didn’t want to sit in silence either.

Her eyes lit up. "Well, outside of thinking about you-- which I did every day... On Monday, I went shopping..."

I instantly regretted asking her the question. For the next two hours, she told me everything she’s done since the last time I saw her, all in great detail.

"And then on Saturday, I went shopping again and bought a new dress. The dress is all green with a square neckline and lace accents on the bottom of the skirt..."

I felt my eyes begin to glaze over. A little too much.

Is it the tea that’s making me so tired?

I glanced down into my cup. Morgan took the liberty of refilling my cup every time I finished drinking my tea, so by this point, I’ve had four or five cups.

"Christian? Are you getting sleepy? You look a little tired?" Morgan said, pausing her detailed explanation of the dress she recently purchased.

It was only then that I realized that I was starting to zone out. My shoulders were slumped over, and there was a heavy fog inside my head that I couldn’t shake off.

Maybe I am tired... I guess all the sleepless nights recently have finally caught up to me.

"Yes, I’m sorry. I do feel very tired," I said apologetically.

But to my surprise, she stood up with a bright smile on her face, "No, not a problem at all. Here, let me walk you back to your room."

She curled her arm around mine and helped pull me forward. As we took the first step, I realized that something was off.

Why do I feel drunk?

My legs felt like they were made out of cotton. Every step was more difficult than the previous one. I glanced over at Morgan. She continued to smile at me as she helped me down the hallway.

Am I going crazy? Surely she can see that something is off...

By the time we made it to my bedroom, everything around me began to spin. Something wasn’t right, but the dizziness made it difficult to think straight.

"You don’t look so good," Morgan finally said, sitting me down on the edge of my bed. "Maybe it’s best if I stay here with you."

She sat down beside me, leaning in towards me as she removed the shawl she had draped over her shoulders. As soon as the shawl was off, her breasts were in full view due to the extremely low neckline of her dress.

What is going on? Have I been drugged?

Morgan pressed her breasts against my arm, the soft skin grazing against me.

"Christian," she purred into my ear while one of her hands began to move up my thigh.

No!

My mind was going crazy, but I realized that I had almost no control over my body. I just sat there, letting her rub against me as if she were a cat. But the worst part was that I felt a reaction.

Blood was slowly moving down between my legs, causing me to get a slight erection.

How is this happening? I don’t find her attractive in the least!

I forced myself to think about where I could have gotten drugged.

It must be the tea!

My eyes darkened. I bit the inside of my cheek to help me regain some of the control over my body, but unfortunately, it didn’t help much.

Morgan’s hands were now over the top of my erection, massaging it in clumsy movements. She continued to press herself against me as she tried to slip her fingers under my shirt.

Why!

Why can’t I move?!

I swore that this would be my last time ever eating anything here. Since they were so desperate that they’re willing to drug me, I would be sure to return the favor one day!

Closing my eyes, I continued to fight the drug, trying to regain any control over my body.

"Do you feel it too? I want you, Christian. Please use my body," Morgan said in a breath-like whisper. Her fingers finally made it under my shirt and began exploring my back while her other hand continued to feel my erection in my pants.

"Perhaps you want me to do a little more?" he asked.

No!

I was screaming inside, but my unresponsive body just sat firmly in place.

"I’ll take your silence as a yes, hubby."

The hand that was feeling my erection paused momentarily, and immediately after, I felt her fingertips try to slide into my pants.

Please no!

Just as her fingers were about to touch me, there was a loud knock on my bedroom door. It was so loud and jarring that Morgan flinched from the loud noise and moved away from me.

Using what little movement I had left, I turned my head to the door, curious who would be knocking on it at this hour.

Morgan followed my moment and stood up angrily. She walked over to the door and swung it open. "What is it?" she growled.

My eyes widened as I noticed the figure in the doorway.