I sat down beside him calmly, waiting for the drug to fully take effect, anticipating his eventual advance towards me.
To avoid arousing his suspicions about my condition, I acted as though I too felt the roomâs warmth.
I unbuttoned my collar with a frown, asking, âIs it unusually hot in here, or is the air conditioning not working?â
As I spoke, I pulled at my collar to reveal more of my chest.
When Andrew glanced downward, he caught a glimpse of the skin on my chest and the contours beneath.
His gaze noticeably altered, lingering momentarily.
The effect of Addyâs drug was apparent.
Just as I braced for him to approach, Andrew averted his eyes and looked away.
With a frown, Andrew rose and moved towards the window, stating, âIâll open the window to get some fresh air.
â
Frustrated by his restraint, I clenched my skirt in annoyance.
Despite the dayâs developments, escaping was not an option for him.
The window had been sealed beforehand.
Andrew attempted to open the window, soon realizing it was fixed shut.
Concerned he might grow suspicious, I quickly interjected, âMy mother mentioned the window broke two days ago.
We havenât managed to fix it yet.
â
I didnât know if Andrew believed my explanation.
He lingered by the window momentarily before saying, âNever mind.
I have other matters to attend to and canât wait any longer.
Iâll explain the situation to your mother later.
â
With that, he headed for the door.
However, as he began to walk, he shivered and struggled to maintain his balance.
Watching him falter, I smiled, certain that the drug was fully influencing him.
Shirleyâs POV:
I remained seated on the sofa, leisurely observing Andrew as he struggled in vain.
His efforts were futile.
He was destined to be mine today.
He staggered towards the door only to find it locked-my doing, of course.
Realizing the extent of his predicament, his expression darkened.
He confronted me.
âYou locked the door and tampered with the window, didnât you?â
There was no point in denying it any longer.
I smiled and affirmed, âCongratulations, youâre right! You are indeed clever.
â
Andrewâs demeanor turned icy as he demanded, âWhat are you doing in your motherâs study? What do you want from me?â
Unfazed by his tone, I confessed my feelings unabashedly.
âItâs my motherâs study, so what? Being with you is all that matters to me!â
His expression grew complex as he processed my words.