Chapter 108 What happened? - Lily

Chapter 108 What happened? - Lily
I groan as I wake up, my body feeling like it was ran over by a truck, and a headache instantly assaults me.
What the fuck happened last night?
One moment we're on a fucking boat, the next it feels like I'm crawling out of my skin, wanting to fuck so bad.
An arm is lodged around my middle, and I turn my head to find Vincent still sound asleep, his hair disheveled, and bite marks on his neck which are already starting to bruise.
Oh god, did I do that?
My cheeks burn in embarrassment as images from last night flash through my brain. Me on top of him, riding him so fast that he had to stop me. No wonder I feel like I've used every single muscle in my body. I begged him to fuck me in my ass, and lets just say I'm injured.
What kind of drugs were in that champagne?
Oh no, and Fiona.
I slowly get up from the bed, my thighs shaking, and I make my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower as hot as my skin can take it, and flinch when Vincent gets in behind me, his hands landing on my sides.
"Are you okay?" He whispers against my hair.
"No." I groan. "My body is so sore. What the hell, Vincent, what did that man do to those girls?"
"I know." He kisses the back of my head softly. "I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't think he'd pull a stunt like that."
"Poor Fiona." I close my eyes, letting the water hit my face. I feel so guilty, because I left her with Frank and Dante. Frank I know would not cash in on that opportunity, but Dante? He likes her, and now I probably gave her virginity away on a silver platter.
Vincent is being weird, all gentle as he lathers a cloth with my body wash, and gently washes me. It feels so good against my skin that I can't come up with a sarcastic remark, groaning when he reaches in-between my legs to tenderly wash my bruised vagina and asshole. The motherfucker probably loved all my begging last night, and I can't even remember when I eventually cut out.
I know those girls were hired escorts, but I'm pretty sure none of them agreed to be drugged.
When he's finished washing me, he dries me off just as gently, and I mumble a thanks, making him chuckle. He must be really tired if he slept so late this morning,
I get dressed in sweats and a hoodie, wanting to lick my wounds the whole day, and go in search of Fiona.
"You good?" Franks asks me, signaling his head to the movie theatre. "She's in there, she just woke up, feeling like shit."
"Did you take care of her the whole nght?" Taking care of her hopefully doesn't mean that his penis ended up inside her.
"Dante took very good care of her." Frank's mouth twitches. "That boy has balls of steel."
I don't even want to know what he means by that, but the image does warm my heart when I step inside the room and find Dante still with his clothes on from last night, feeding Fiona water.
She looks terrible, her hair all over the place and makeup running down her face.
"Hey." I bend down next to Dante and tuck her hair behind her ear. "How are you feeling?"
She frowns. "Did we drink that much last night?"
She doesn't remember, blushing as her eyes dart to Dante. At least she can get some words out in front of him.
"Something like that." I sigh. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"I have a nightmare of a headache, though." Her blush deepens.
"Yeah, me too." I look at Dante, noticing the hickeys on his neck. "Thanks so much, I got it from here."
"I'm on shift again tonight." Dante touches Fiona's shaking hand. "I'll check up on you, if that's okay."
She nods, looking nervously at me, and I can sense his reluctance to leave, and I tell myself that I'll have a conversation with him tonight.
I wait until after he closes the door behind him, before I take a seat next to her. "So, we got drugged last night."
Her eyes widen. "What!"
"The champagne we drank." It's important that I tell her the truth, even it may mortify her. "It's some kind of date-rape drug, it makes you super sexual."
"Oh no." The realization of the situation dawns on her. "Dante."
"According to Frank, nothing happened, okay." I hug her. "I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful."
"Oh my god." She clutches me tightly to her. "Dante saw me like that."
I smile. "I think he really likes you."
"I'll never be able to look at him again!"
"No, no!" I laugh, despite my headache, pulling away from her and taking her sweet face into my hands. "I want you to live your life, fall in love and be happy. Please talk to him, you never know what might be in store for you."
She nods, making me smile. I don't know what the hell has gotten into Vincent, the way he was taking care of me after being so mad, the way he said we should work together and not against one another.
But being here was still not my choice, and if Fiona could have a choice and choose whoever she wants, she should take it.