James leaned heavily against the door, struggling against the effects of the drug coursing through his system. His mind felt clouded, his body buzzing with a heat he didn’t want. But amid the haze, his anger was sharp, cutting through the fog. He moved to the table and got rid of the incense. 
Lilian’s voice penetrated through the door, sweet and coaxing.
“James… please, I know you're hurting. Let me help you. I can make you feel better, I can help you cum... It’ll make it all go away. Just let me in.”
Her words were like poison and despite the dizziness, his fists clenched. “You really think I’m that pathetic?” he spat, his voice low but laced with contempt. “That I’d fall for this again? You think I’m that weak?”
“James, please…” Lilian's voice quivered, desperate. “You don’t understand. You need this. I can make it stop… I can make you feel good. Let me help you release. Please. Don’t push me away.”
James took a slow, deliberate breath, the anger inside him boiling as he straightened himself, feeling a wave of disgust.
“Let me make one thing clear,” he growled his voice icy cold. “You're disgusting Lilian. The only reason I still have the strength to shove you out is because I don’t find you attractive. You don’t have one single quality left that could make me want you.”
There was a long pause. He could practically feel the tremble in her voice when she spoke again, softer, almost pleading. “James… please. I’ve always loved you. Just give me another chance. Let me help you… Let me help you cum. I can make you feel very good, I promise.”
The more he listened, the more he felt disgusted, 
“Don’t you dare think for a second that you have any power over me,” he snarled. “You’ve lost that right. And the only thing you’re going to get from me now is nothing. So get lost before things get harder for you and your family.”
Lilian’s breath hitched, but she didn’t leave. For a moment, the silence stretched between them like a tightrope. And then he heard it: her voice, trembling now. 
“James… don’t you care about me at all? Don’t you want me?”
“No,” James bit out, his voice raw with contempt. “Not now. Not ever. You don’t get to have any part of me anymore.” He could feel the sickening thrum of the drug trying to push him toward her, but he fought it. He fought her. The drug could cloud his body, but it couldn’t cloud his mind.
Lilian was silent for a long moment, and then he heard her leave. The sound of her retreating footsteps echoed in the hallway. 
With a quiet exhale of relief, James leaned against the door, trying to fight the wave of dizziness crashing over him. He closed his eyes, the taste of bitter resentment lingering on his tongue. They only saw him as an object to use and discard anytime they wanted. He hated the thought! Hated them! 
She was apologizing now cause she'd discovered his new identity, something she never bothered to do when he was a nobody. 
James clenched his fist as he fought the urge to masturbate or grind into the damn floor like a horny teenager. His groin had very thick veins scattered around it and his balls were already a deep shade of blue. Sweat trickled down his whole body like water, soaking his clothes completely. 
As James sat there, panting in pain and trying to shake off the effects of the incense, he heard a soft knock on the door. His mind was still clouded, but he forced himself to focus on the sound. 
“W.. Who's there?” He asked, his voice a bit ragged. 
“It's me”
His heart raced, but it wasn’t because of the drug anymore. It was Bella. He summoned all the strength in him and laid flat on the floor with his hard-on pressed to the floor. 
The door creaked open slightly, and there she was, standing in the hallway. 
He froze, momentarily caught off guard by the sight of her. Sometimes, he wondered how Bella always had access to his home even though he had just locked it. His initial impulse was to tell her to stay away, that he didn’t need anyone right now. But something inside him—something he couldn’t quite explain—shifted when he saw her. Despite the drug coursing through him, despite his rage, her presence felt like a breath of fresh air.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he managed to rasp, his voice strained. 
Bella frowned, stepping inside despite his weak protest. “I thought you were supposed to be getting ready for your trip, not lying here like... this.” She knelt beside him, worry etched into her face. “What happened?”
James barely registered her words. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His body felt strange—hot, almost feverish—and his hands twitched at his sides. “I—I was drugged,” he muttered, though the words felt weak and hollow, even to him.
“Drugged?” Bella’s brows furrowed, and she took another step forward, her eyes scanning him for signs of injury. “By who? What did they do to you?”
He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts from his mind. “Lilian,” he growled. “She’s playing games. I... I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner.”
Bella frowned. She didn’t need him to elaborate to know how dangerous Lilian could be. She reached out tentatively, placing a hand on his arm, and when he didn’t pull away, she allowed herself to step closer.
"Don't come closer," James gritted out, trying to push the fog away. "I was drugged—it's... it's not safe."
Bella hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "Not safe?" she echoed, her voice gentle but firm. "James, you're in pain. I can see that. I think you need to go to a hospital, I will take you there."
"You don't get it." His voice was low and strained, shaking with the effort to stay composed. "The drug… it messes with my head, my body." He clenched his fists against the urge clawing at him. "I can't control it. You being here makes it worse."
Bella gulped before saying softly "I'll get you water. You need to hydrate."
James managed a nod, fighting back the dark pull of the drug. As Bella rose to get the water, he whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, Bella."
She paused, looking back at him with a gentle smile. "Always."
Bella returned with a glass of water, handing it to James who was still on the floor. As he took a shaky sip, she folded her arms, her brow furrowed in thought. "You know," she said carefully, "not to be crude, but… why didn’t you just, you know… take care of it yourself?"
James nearly choked on the water. His face twisted with surprise as he wiped his mouth. "I don’t do that," he said sharply. "I hate it. It’s degrading."
Bella blinked, surprised by his tone. "Okay," she said slowly, processing his reaction. "Fair enough. Everyone's different."
He looked away, embarrassment creeping into his expression despite his earlier defiance.
Bella's voice softened. "Well, sitting here like this isn't helping either. Come on, let me go run a cold shower for you. It'll help."
James shook his head weakly. "You don't have to—"
"I insist." Her tone left no room for argument. "Besides, I’m not leaving you alone like this."
She stood up, heading toward the bathroom. "Stay put. I'll get it ready."
James watched her go, a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion swirling in his chest. Bella always had a way of stepping in when he least expected it — and when he needed it the most.
After a few minutes, Bella returned to his side. 
"You know what makes no damn sense? Why would Lilian drug me to the point where I can't even move properly? My whole body's stiff, especially my hips. I'm....yeah, aroused, but completely useless. How the hell did she think anything was gonna happen when I can barely lift a finger?"
Bella blinked, her lips quirking into a teasing smirk. "Maybe she wasn't planning on you doing anything."
He frowned. "What?"
"Maybe she just wanted to ride you and then get pregnant with your child."
James's eyes widened in sheer horror; he knew that she wanted to get pregnant with his child, but riding him when he would be lying limp was just... He didn't even know what to call it. His face flushing hot despite the drug coursing through him. "What the-Bella!"
She shrugged, biting back a laugh. "I'm just being honest. It sounds like her style, doesn't it?"
"That's twisted," he muttered, shaking his head. "She's out of her damn mind."
"The shower's ready, and trust me, you're going to need it."
James hesitated. 
Bella wrapped her arm around him to get him up. "Come on," she urged. "I'll make sure you don't end up flat on your face."
James’s breath came in heavy pants, his body burning hotter with each passing second. Bella's hand was still wrapped around his arm, steadying him, but it wasn’t helping his resolve—it was making it worse. Her scent, fresh and warm, wrapped around him, clouding what little clarity he had left.
His jaw clenched as he dragged himself to step back, putting space between them. "Bella... you should go," he rasped, though the last thing he wanted was for her to leave.
Bella frowned, her brow furrowing. "Why? You look like you're about to collapse."
"I can handle it," he said through gritted teeth, trying to suppress the heat coiling low in his body. "Just... I don't want to take advantage of you."
Her eyes softened, but there was a spark of amusement too. "Take advantage of me? Don't worry, I trust you to not do anything to me, drugged or not" She crossed her arms, her lips quirking up. "Funny enough, you're acting like some horny teenager who’s never touched a woman before in his entire life. Can you even handle a woman?"
James was speechless, did she just question his manliness? 
His jaw clenched, heat flashing through him that this time had nothing to do with the drug. His gaze locked onto hers, fierce and daring. "Try me," he shot back, low and commanding.
Bella's mouth parted in surprise, her pulse visibly fluttering at her throat. For a moment, the tension between them crackled. But then she recovered, arching a brow. "Big words for someone who looks like they're about to melt into the floor."
James's lips curled into a smirk despite the heat coursing through him. "Don't test me, Bella. Drugged or not, I'm still dangerous in bed."
James grimaced, regretting the cringeworthy boast that had slipped out. What was he trying to prove to Bella - that he was some kind of sex god? The drugs must be disturbing his brain.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, rolling her eyes, though there was a blush creeping up her neck. "Come on, dangerous man, let's get you in that cold shower before you combust."
James huffed, allowing her to guide him once again toward the bathroom, his every step a war between desire and restraint.