Chapter 224 - Two Hundred And Twenty-four: Take Responsibility (1/2)

The third point of view

”Oh my God, I'm so sorry,” Emily in the guise of apologizing as Ahmed wiped himself, slipped a substance into his drink and hers.

Then she picked a tablecloth and wanted to aid him in the cleaning which he turned down politely.

”No, I'm good,” He put up his hand. Fortunately, it was not an oily dish so he was saved from soiling his shirt.

”I'm so so sorry, I just wanted to-”

”Don't worry, it's alright,” Ahmed promised her. A waiter came over and helped with the mess while he reordered.

Emily glanced uneasily over her shoulder, scanning to see if anyone had seen her slip anything into his drink and was giving her odd looks or thinking of calling the police.

But so far, no one was staring her way, everyone was minding their businesses- to her relief. Though she was fast and swift, there was no assurance one hadn't seen her.

Frequenting the club had taught Emily one or two tricks such as that. At the club, she had to be careful about what she ate or drank since an unattended drink was a honeypot for desperate sick fuckers.

She had contemplated putting a roofie in his drink but Ahmed was smart. If he passed out and woke up with her in bed, he would begin to question her motive especially when she pins an unplanned pregnancy on him weeks later.

So she opted for an aphrodisiac from someone at the club who knows someone that knows someone that sold such stuff. It was far better than roofy due to the fact it reacted slowly yet powerfully; she just had to play her cards well.

”So aside from being a Governor and doing boring stuff at the office, what're your hobbies?” She struck up a conversation with him.

”My work is not boring once you get used to it,” He laughed, bringing the glass of wine to his lips and took a sip.

Emily exhaled in relief when her date drank the wine, the first step of her plan has been achieved. She took her own drugged wine and drank out of it too.

One might ask why she drugged hers too? If she was going to sleep with him tonight, she might as well do it under the influence of a drug and not while clear-headed.

”Really?” She asked.

”It can be strenuous at times- I'm not going to lie- but I love what I'm doing which is all that matters. Besides, with my power, I help people and make the world a safer place to live,” he explained with the glow of someone who enjoyed his occupation.

Why Emily, why are you doing this to an innocent person? Guilt began to gnaw at her heart and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

”Well,” Ahmed continued, oblivious to the mental war going on in Emily's heart,” I enjoy hiking with friends, reading in my spare time, playing golf, and ...are you alright?”  He finally noticed her fidgeting in her seat.

Tears flowed from Emily's eyes,

”I'm sorry but I can't do this any longer,” her hands flew to her mouth and she rose to her feet, running out of the restaurant.

”Emily?” Ahmed was stunned for a while, what had he done? Did he say anything wrong?

”Emily!” He chased after Emily and caught her trying to flag a cab down.

”Seriously, Emily!” He grabbed and turned her around to him,

”Talk to me, what the hell is wrong with you?”

”No, you're going to hate me after discovering what I did to you” Emily cried out, refusing to meet his gaze.