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chapter 4

Author: Mikeyy
last update Last Updated: 2024-04-22 19:46:03

Mia knocked on the door thrice before she got a response.

"The door is unlocked." Came a muffled voice from behind the door and Mia knew that it was Mr Logan.

She looked sideways to make sure that there was no one in sight. She looked up for any security cameras but surprisingly, there were none. She quickly brought out the substance that she had hidden in her bra since the beginning of the party. She took out a syringe from her pocket and poured the substance into it. She injected the already uncocked wine with it. She shook the wine slightly to enable the substance to settle down well.

When she was done, she opened the door and walked in. "Good evening sir," she greeted and placed the wine carefully on the table beside him.

"Evening. Pour me a glass." He said, without taking his eyes off the screen.

Watching him type at his laptop with her side eye, she shook the drink slightly again and poured it into a glass before handing it over to him.

"Here you go sir," she said, stretching the drink in his direction. He lifted his head from his laptop and took the drink from her. He looked at the glass and then rested his gaze on her for a while. Mia grew nervous as he kept his gaze on her.

"You brought just one glass? Where are you going to pour your drink into?" He asked as he took a sip from the drink.

"No, I'm good sire., Mia said as she feigned a smile. She tried to stay calm and not give off anything weird.

"Alright then, you can take your leave now." He said, motioning to the door. Mia looked lost as she reluctantly made her way to the door. She opened the door with trembling hands and walked out.

As Mia walked past Logan, he trailed her with his eyes until she got to the door. When she was out already. He shook his head and faced his laptop as he took another sip from his drink.

She didn't go far, instead, she pretended as if to walk away while stomping her feet on the ground to make Logan think she had gone. She quietly tiptoed back and waited at the door. She kept on checking her wristwatch incessantly. She remembered that Mary had told her that the substance would take effect thirty minutes after he had drunk it.

Thirty minutes felt like three hours as she kept looking at her watch. When thirty minutes were up, she waited for another ten minutes just to ensure that she didn't make any mistakes.

She creaked opened the door and took a peek. She did a little dance of victory when she saw that he was fast asleep, his laptop still open and running. She made her way back into the room and shut the door quietly behind her and locked the door.

She made her to the bed and waved her hand over his face to make sure that he had fallen asleep. When she had confirmed that. She shut his laptop off, closed it, and carried it away from the bed. She took off his socks, climbed onto the bed, and started to unbuckle his belt.

It took a lot of effort for Mia to take all of Logan's clothes off, and when she did, she wiped the sweat off her forehead as she took her own clothes off.

She headed for the bathroom to wash the sweat away from her body. When she was done, she came back to the room, and cleaned herself before picking up her clothes and Logan's, dumping them everywhere around the bed.

She climbed onto the bed again. She grunted in the effort as she adjusted Logan into a sleeping position. She looked around, satisfied with the scene she had created, she threw the duvet over them as she snuggled in closer and laid her head on his chest.

She closed her eyes to sleep, but it felt like she was still missing something. She sat up and looked around again. She really wanted to make it seem like they had had sex.

She was still wearing her red lipstick, so she brushed some off with her fingers and smeared it on Logan's face. She observed his face for a while, it still didn't look realistic to her. She heaved heavily as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his own.

"That ought to do it," she said, looking at his face again. She stroked his beard and hugged him tightly, trying to get his scent on her body before she laid back down on his chest, pleased with what she had done. A wide grin settled on her face as she closed her eyes to sleep.

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