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formed in my throat. I was terrified.
    Tommy leaned closer toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I seriously considered hitting him over the head with my purse or kicking him in the nuts—maybe both.
    “You’re not getting out of here without giving me a hug,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt an incredible sense of relief, and, even though I didn’t want any type of physical contact with Tommy, I savored the hug, because it was a better move than what I’d been thinking.
    I half-heartedly (or less) hugged Tommy back, and forced myself to get back into character. “Thanks for everything last night,” I said, nearly choking on my words. “It was nice to sit down and talk with a friend, and all the chit-chat really distracted me and kept my mind off of my problems.”
    “Anything for you, Trish,” Tommy said, squeezing me tighter. “I’m here for you whenever you need me.”
    I smiled at Tommy as I pulled away from the obligatory hug. “Text me later, when you get a chance,” he said, unlocking the door for me and turning the knob.
    “I will,” I said, not sure whether or not I meant it. “Thanks again.” I walked out of the door and waited until I heard the door shut, and then I started jogging toward the lobby.
    Once I was outside, I reached into my purse and removed my cell phone. I checked my notifications and saw that I had a lot of them. I had a total of five texts (all from Julie) and twenty-six missed calls. Four of the calls were from Julie, from earlier that morning, and the other twenty-two were from an “Unknown” number, with missed calls starting late last night and continuing up until just a few minutes before I left Tommy’s apartment.
    The “Unknown” number was obviously J.R. trying to call me, and since I had no way of getting back to him without a known number, I lamented the fact that I’d have to wait for him to call me back. Good God, this situation is all too familiar…
    I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait for J.R. to call back, but I knew I couldn’t remain idle. I hopped in my car and started making my way home. I really didn’t feel like myself, so I made sure that I paid careful attention to the road, the traffic lights, and the other cars around me.
    I was so focused on driving well that I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone started vibrating beside me. My first thought was whether or not Tommy had heard it vibrating in my purse any one of the thirty-one times it’d shaken while I was at his apartment—but I tossed that thought aside and grabbed my phone. If it was J.R., I didn’t want to miss his call because I was wasting my time considering a question I couldn’t answer.
    Indeed, the call was from an “Unknown” number, and, indeed, I heard J.R.’s voice when I answered.
    “Is everything okay?” he asked.
    “I don’t know,” I replied. I then went on to tell him about my morning… and my suspicions.
    “I’ll be at your place as soon as I can,” J.R. told me after I told him my story.
    “All right,” I said. “I’ll see you then.” I hung up the phone and refocused my attention on driving. I was only a few minutes from home, but it felt like it’d take forever to get there.

~ Chapter 4 ~
     
    “Rohypnol,” the dark-skinned man said, bowing his head and shaking it.
    “Rohypnol?” I repeated. He looked up at me and nodded.
    I guess one of the many advantages of being a billionaire is having your own staff on call at any hour, including your own personal physician. When I got back to my apartment, I had just enough time to shower and change clothes before J.R. appeared at my door with another person, who, at first, was just a stranger.
    But, it turns out, that stranger was a doctor, and J.R. had brought him to my place to confirm, or quash, our suspicions. I’d passed out, blacked out, and vomited twice whilst with Tommy, and, since that wasn’t like me, both J.R. and I were concerned that something else was