43 drugged

Aceller from the future:

"Clean up your mess, Ace! Have you forgotten that building is a huge mall, a place teeming with thousands of people every day? What would happen if someone found out that there's a random, former employee – let me remind you, you fired him due to his late-night bullshit, Ace! – loitering around? You should care about your employees, encourage them to take good care of our company. But what have you done? Fix this mess before I regret my decision to make you the next alpha of our clan, not your brother."

My father stormed out of my office, leaving me simmering in frustration. Every time he visited, he'd unleash a torrent of anger, scolding me like I was a child. I was tired of being treated like a kid. I was a grown man, capable of making my own decisions.

In a fit of frustration, I slammed my fist on the table beside my desk, the impact echoing through the empty office.

I stormed out, the anger fueling my steps. I jumped into my car, the engine roaring to life. I drove, the wind whipping through my hair, hoping the speed would somehow wash away the frustration.

I had no idea how long I'd been driving, but I knew I was far enough from the city. Night was settling in, the sky darkening into a deep indigo. The trees lining the road grew thicker, their branches reaching out like grasping hands. The grass was longer than usual, almost knee-high, its blades rustling softly in the breeze. I was so caught up in observing the scenery that I didn't see the cart, or the figure of a woman, perhaps an old hobo, who had been pushing it.

A loud bang, followed by a screeching halt, shattered the quiet night.

"Damn it! I have too many problems in life, and now a freaking hobo is adding to it? Watch what I can do to you, motherfucker!"

I threw open the car door and sprinted towards the source of the sound. I gritted my teeth, my anger simmering, as I saw the woman lying on the cold, hard ground. Was she lifeless? I had to check. But before I could reach her, a boy, maybe ten years old, burst from the shadows, running towards the woman.

"Mother!" He cried, his voice filled with terror. His eyes then flew to me, their gaze piercing through the gathering darkness.


“You killed my mom! You monster!” the boy screamed, his voice cracking with grief.

I knelt down in front of him, our eyes meeting at the same level.

“You know what, boy, I was just doing your mother a favor. I let her escape from this cruel world, and now I’m letting you join her. I’m giving you both a rest, forever.”

The boy’s eyes widened in terror, his face pale in the dim light.

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Erox from future: pov

I grabbed the princess, pulling out the bar. As I did, I bumped into my grandmother’s secretary.

“Master, you’re here! Have you seen your grandmother? She’s still here, in one of the VIP rooms. Her meeting just finished a few minutes ago. I went in first, since she wanted to drink a few glasses of her favorite champagne.”

I nodded. “Maybe I’ll let her enjoy her drink for tonight.”

I knew my grandmother. She wouldn’t drink unless she was stressed about something. Work, perhaps? It was best to not disturb her.

“Aren’t we going home?”

Her voice was laced with sarcasm, a mocking tone that grated on my nerves. Was she trying to stay here with Ezekiel, that’s why she was acting this way?

My grip on the princess tightened, a knot of frustration forming in my stomach. Was she thinking that Ezekiel was a better choice than me?

She stumbled as she walked, but I held her steady, my grip unwavering. I managed to slip her into the car, though I had to admit, she was much more difficult to handle drunk than sober.

As I got into the car, my eyes widened in shock. The princess was slowly taking off her clothes.

“Damn it! What is happening to you?” I said through gritted teeth, struggling to keep my hands off her.

Princess Margaret smiled at me, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that threatened to drive me crazy. I was losing control, my willpower melting away with each passing second.


“Erox, it’s so hot. I have to take this all off,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a jolt of heat through my body, right down to the already stiff member nestled against my thigh.

I cursed again, as she began to shed her underwear. I wanted to touch her, to stop this madness, but I was afraid that if I did, I’d be my own worst enemy.

“Damn it, Princess, don’t you dare do that if you don’t want to regret it tomorrow,” I said through gritted teeth.

Had Ezekiel slipped something into her drink? A love potion? A potent aphrodisiac?

I swore under my breath, vowing to make Ezekiel pay for what he had done to this woman.

Then, my breath caught in my throat. Margaret suddenly slid onto my lap, her hips grinding against mine.

“Damn it! Go back to your seat, before I forget that you’re not my M, Princess. Please, I don’t want you to curse me after this,” I said, my voice tight with urgency.

She ignored me, continuing her seductive dance. I felt a warmth spreading between us, the slickness of her arousal against my painfully stiff length. It was torture, to have her so close, to feel her heat, but to be forced to hold back, to endure the agony of restraint.

“I said, go back to your seat, Princess,” I said, my voice cracking. The sight of her, her eyes glazed with desire, was affecting me deeply. Maybe I should see my M. Maybe that’s the only way to survive this night.