dorm room. My father’s house. Now this. There’s something more going on that those three assholes need to come clean about.
The simmering anger over the intrusion into our lives spurs me to move faster. I shut the showerhead off and ring out my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dry off before going into the room to find clothes to throw on. I settle for a pair of my pajamas. The dark night full of stars I spy through the glass ceiling in the bathroom tells me it’s some time in the middle of the night. We must’ve been passed out for hours.
I walk out of my bedroom in a flimsy pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. I threw a bra on under the shirt because I decided my nipples were too visible. I wouldn’t mind Lucas seeing that, but Wyatt’s too much of a manwhore and Stone is just...well...a dick.
I pass through the hallway, feeling much better. The throbbing pain in my head is still there, but my brain and muscle functionality has pretty much returned to normal the longer I’m awake. The shower helped a lot too, just as Wyatt said.
Before I even get to the living room, Stone’s raised voice carries toward me. It doesn’t take long to figure out that he’s not talking to Wyatt or Lucas, he’s on the phone. “It was a mistake,” he growls. When I emerge, his head snaps up to meet me. His irises are huge. His hair is disheveled like he’s run his fingers through it ever since he woke up from being drugged. His face is pale, and if I didn’t know the true Stone Jacobs, I’d feel sorry for the guy in front of me. He looks like he could use a hug.
Not from me. Definitely not from me.
“We’re taking care of it,” he snaps again. A beat of silence follows before he stands up straight, throwing his shoulders back like a soldier standing at attention. “No. No, of course not. Yes, Father.”
Lucas comes up behind me, entwining our fingers. Stone’s gaze drops to our joined hands, and his eyes flare with something like jealousy.
I must be really out of it because that can’t be it. His father must be saying something on the other end of the line to cause that reaction. As I’ve already been told, whatever Stone’s infatuation with me is can’t happen. Not that I truly believe there’s any sort of infatuation.
“We’ll take care of it,” Stone says, calmer now before hanging up the phone. He spins on his heel and throws the phone across the room. It crashes against the cupboards, glass splintering and denting the wood. He lets out an inhuman growl that makes me stiffen.
“Stone...” Wyatt starts.
“Give me a minute,” he says in a voice like sandpaper being dragged over jagged stone. He takes several deep breaths, his fingers lost in his hair as he stares at the ground. Like he promised, within a couple of minutes, he gazes up again. His calm facade back into place. It’s scary how quickly he can change his demeanor. It makes me wonder if I’m ever seeing the real Stone Jacobs, or if everything he wears is just a pretense.
He turns to the couch that he slumped against earlier and falls back on the cushions like he owns the place. Wyatt pats him on the back as he eyes Lucas and I. Lucas guides me over to the opposite couch, and we sit.
“How are you?” Stone asks, the gravelly texture in his voice gone. In its place is the even tone I’m used to hearing from him.
“I’m better,” I say.
“You probably have a lot of questions.”
“You could say that.”
Stone leans forward, draping his hands over his thighs so his fingers dangle over his knees. “We were given a dose of Rohypnol that was ground up and put on our food. It was a high dosage which caused us all to pass out. The drug is most commonly referred to as the date-rape drug.”
“Wait.” I cock my head. “How the fuck do you know all this?”
“I called a scientist I’m friendly with as soon as I woke up. I had one of his lab assistants pick up a piece of the pizza and rush it to his lab. He tested it and told me, confirming my suspicions.” He takes a breath. “We don’t believe you were raped, but I will send you for a rape kit if you so desire.”