Drugged 🌶

POV: Adrian

I woke up on my office couch in just my boxers with a pounding headache. My phone was blowing up and I couldn’t remember what I was doing. I didn’t even know what day it was or where I was going.

38 missed calls from Hendrix.
12 missed calls from Martin.
82 unread text messages.

“Shit.”, I rubbed my head trying to figure out what was going on.

I checked and it was Tuesday afternoon. I decided to give Hendrix a call because the last 48 hours were a blur.

“Hey Boss, you okay? No one has been able to get a hold of you.”, he seemed worried.

“I don’t know what happened to me.”, I rubbed my eyes with one hand.

“I am at the resort in your room. I did some investigating, and it seems you checked in on Sunday evening, but haven’t been back since.”, he informed me.

“Damn, I lost two days.”, I groaned.

“I have Martin on Leah’s detail, but I have been here tailing the target.”, this man deserved a promotion to run his very own task force.

“Okay, let me gather my things and we will meet for lunch to go over everything.”, I hung up.

I stopped by a private healthcare clinic that was positioned near the office. I knew the Albularyo, he was the best natural healer in the city. I wanted to get an idea of what was in my system and if there were any traces left.

He was discreet and for that, he was well paid. I have public health insurance, but I didn’t know who was in Cooper’s pocket.

I got some medicinal herbs and then headed on my way to grab lunch; I had two days of not eating to catch up on. The herbs helped cure me of the lingering headache that I had.

I met up with Hendrix and he informed me that Leah had been following her usual routine. Jared had been avoiding her because Martin paid him a little visit. As for Cameron, his tail to the Philippians ran cold.

Hendrix ran a trace on his passport, and it didn’t come back as traveling back to the states, so he had to be on the island, or he has a fake passport to travel. I asked if he ran facial recognition on him, but it had come back empty because the only photo we have is the old one on his ID.

“Did you find out why Monica was here?”, Hendrix asked me.

I was lost as to his question because I couldn’t remember anything.

“What do you mean Monica?”, I sat my water down and glance at him with a side-eye.

“Before you went dark, you texted me that Monica was here.”, he reminded me.

“Shit.”, I slammed my fist on the table causing a commotion.

I looked around not caring what anyone thought before we got up to leave. I tossed some cash on the table and off we went.

We got back to my room and Hendrix had a full surveillance set up spread out across the table, dresser, and coffee table. A total of 7 monitors hooked on a secure VPN with footage access to Leah’s apartment, CCTV of New York, The Know Magazine Firm, the resort here, airport security, and CCTV here.

With this access, I decided it was time to track down Monica. We went back through old footage and caught her when she came out of the building, which was about 30 minutes after I entered. I decided to send Hendrix to investigate my office and question the receptionist.

While he was away, I decided to check in on Leah. She was sexy and I didn’t mind that she liked to lounge around in her panties. I noticed that she hadn’t had anyone over, I would have to thank Martin for that later.

I was fully aroused and needed to shower and change my clothes. In the shower I let the hot water run over my body. My muscles were sore from being so tense for two days. I used my forearm to prop myself up against the wall under the water.

Closing my eyes, images of Leah came crashing in and I became instantly hard. I began driving my hand back and forth as I thought of Leah's big, soft breasts. I slowly stroked my shaft, twisting my hand when I neared the tip.

Her long golden hair, her juicy lips, and her curvy hips. That lingerie she wore to the club and laying naked beneath me were the only images I needed to rub it out in the shower.

The harder I stroked the fast I began to breathe, pumping rapidly only slowing to use my thumb to graze my tip and wipe away any precum. I could usually hold out, but the thought of Leah wrapped around my dick sent me over the edge.

I shot out in the shower, but it only pissed me off. While the sexual build-up was released, my sexual tension rose. My burning desire for her body was getting out of hand. I took my closed fist and hit the wall.

It wasn’t satisfying, but it got rid of my raging boner.

I haven’t been able to touch another woman, so Thursday night couldn't come fast enough.

Glancing down I see red lipstick above my cock… it was Monica’s.

It appears that she either drugged me or knew who did and I was going to find out.

I washed off the lipstick and turned my mind back to work.

I was changed and ready to get back to work when Hendrix returned with information about Monica. Hendrix was good at using his looks to sweet-talk the ladies out of information. They loved a good-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair.

She had been there since Saturday, and she had a meeting with someone on Sunday in Mr. Cooper’s office. No one was supposed to go in or out of his office unless he were there. There was no name of the person who conducted the meeting.

There was no one with Monica on the footage of her leaving either. The receptionist told him that I followed Monica into my office and a few minutes later she left, leaving me alone.

I was accustomed to working late nights, so no one would have known to check in on me.

Hendrix grabbed a few items from my office to send to the lab for fingerprinting, DNA, and drug analysis. He also snuck into Cooper’s office to grab a few things to test as well.

Hendrix was ex-military before he joined the FBI. He was about 15 years old than me, but he worked harder than any other guy on my task force. I considered him a friend and valued his opinions.

I had him make sure that the results got sent back to New York, but he was already on it.

We got a ping that Monica used her passport to head back to New York this morning, so we called Martin to keep his eyes out for her. If she was willing to drug me or be involved in my drugging, then Leah wasn’t safe.

I spent the next two days combing through footage trying to find Cameron when he left the airport and who Monica was meeting.

A hit came across on Cameron’s credit card in Virginia, he somehow managed to make it back to the states undetected. That leaves me to believe he has access to a private jet, or he has multiple passports.

His Instagram was updated over the last two days, but today he posted a selfie outside of a cavern. It seems like he has people running his blogging business and he only has to show his face now and then.

It wouldn’t be long before he was back in New York, so I ordered Martin to bump up surveillance in Leah’s building and apartment. He was pretending to live there, so I wanted to know how he was coming and going without being detected.

I went back to combing through the footage and setting up the feed to Leah’s new surveillance cameras in her apartment. I went from one just on the front door, to a 360 view of her living area.

I noticed that she had come home for lunch and Martin was there, shit he need to get out of there before his cover is blown. She assumed he was one of Jenny’s partners, which I didn’t mind until she came out in fucking lingerie trying to seduce him...

While I was on the fucking phone telling him to get out.

He hung up with me and handled her, I will have to punish her for coming onto another man.

And he better be thankful he took care of Jared, or this would have cost him his hands.

He left after a quick conversation but shit now she knew about his connection to me. At least he didn't lie, we used to work together before he left the FBI to run his own business. I was lucky to have him come in to handle my private life.

Luckily, she changed and went back to work as I got a hit on facial recognition. It seems Cameron put on glasses, and a hat, and popped in a retainer to keep from being detected leaving the airport.

I was able to follow his movements now, to the cab company and being dropped off outside of my office building.

What the fuck was he doing at the office? I set the program to auto-filter while I logged off to catch some sleep.

New York was about 12 hours behind my current time.

As Thursday rolled around, I was still searching for clues as to who Cameron was and what was Monica’s involvement in my drugging. I told Leah that I would be back Thursday night, so I needed to get ready to head back to give myself time to set up this surveillance at my apartment.

I was unplugging monitors when I heard sweet little whimpers coming from Leah’s apartment. I watched as she tossed and turned on the couch. She was grabbing and massaging her breasts, moving down to her core to rub herself.

She was arching her back and dripping juices all over her couch. I stood there rubbing my erection through my pants. Surely, I could spare some time to enjoy this moment with her.

“Oh Adrian.”, she called out.

It turned me on that she was dreaming about me until I hear what was next.

“Yes, Jared, like that.”, pausing only to moan.

“Fuck me, Cameron.”, crying out in pleasure.

She was dreaming of all of us and that enraged me. I picked up the monitor and threw it at the wall. I was going to go back and teach her that it was me and only me, that I would fuck her until those other two were distant memories.

Still, the image of her laying there and pleasuring herself as she dreamt was burned into my thoughts now. I was wishing I could be drugged again.