Chapter's Song: Davido - Nwa Baby.

Mature Content! (Be warned)

He'd always wanted to be a detective or at least a top notch spy.

But doing that right now made it clear he was going to be horrible at that.

He didn't even stalk him up to a minute, before Kenelum turned to stare at him.

His shocked look made him feel a little bit better- at least he didn't expect to see him.

"Guy, what's your P with Munachi? " Arthur asked quickly, trying to surf on his shock waves.

"I don't have a P with that bitch. " Kenelum turned and walked towards the cocktail spot.

He dodged in between bodies that were grinding and dancing to the loud music playing indoor, Arthur followed him ignoring the slow whining a girl had attempted on his crotch area.

"She's not a bitch. I've been keeping you quiet bu-"

"-Guy, you still love her and that's the fucking problem. Stop doing that shit. " Kenelum said calmly and then downed a cup of alcohol.

"I don't love her. " Arthur tried to lie but it was obvious with the way Kenelum rolled his eyes at him, that he didn't believe him.

Arthur glared at him and wondered if his feelings for Munachi were pretty obvious or Kenelum was just trying to get a reaction from him.

"Just stop insulting her.. At least to her face. Why you no dey hear word?/ (Why don't you listen?)" Arthur didn't yell. He just said it and made an attempt to walk back outside, but Kenelum wrapped his hand around Arthur's arm and tugged.

"You still love her and that's the problem. She doesn't love you and I'm trying to be a good bro. Forget about her, she's total trash. You no fit deceive me with this 'just friends' bull you dey do(I'm not fooled by this 'Just friends' act you're portraying.)" Kenelum said after dragging Arthur's hand.

Arthur scoffed and yanked out his hand.

"I don't love her. But, she's not trash. Maybe you are, but she isn't. " He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, maybe because he believed it.

Kenelum was trash.

Kenelum stared at the transparent red liquid in the small glass cup.
He couldn't help but remember what had conspired between the two of them, last year, first term.

She'd slapped him.

The fucking bitch had slapped him, just because he'd tried to kiss her. He saw demons flash in her eyes in anger and back then he remembered his father's words.

'Women are all possessed devilish creatures sent from hell, they're only after two things: Money and your soul. They deserve to be treated like animals. Beatings only reformed them. They'll lure you with their bodies to trap you in a love spell that bounds you to do all as they say.' All words spoken in Igbo language, one of the three major languages in Nigeria.

His father barely completed primary school, and was a half literate multi-millionaire.

Who'd constantly muttered 'words of advises' to his son who eagerly soaked them up like a sponge.

His father had three wives. And he didn't treat them like they were humans in his presence, so why should he?

He'd slapped her and for the first time in the two years he'd been in acquaintanceship with her, he didn't just see demons flash in her eyes.

She'd turned into a demon. She'd practically mounted him and accorded slaps so quickly he barely had time to process them before a new one landed on each cheek.

She was extraordinarily too strong and he wasn't sure if she was angry with him merely because she'd turned him on by flashing her boobs at him... Like the whore she was.

For tempting him and him succumbing to her mammi water(Mermaid) spirit.

Or if she had secret demons in her that seemed to flare out once he'd hit her.

It wasn't the first time he'd slapped a girl, his father had raised a beast. But none of them had reacted the way Munachi had.

Most cowered away and ran away after throwing a pat on his cheek.

And some burst into tears. 

His school uniform was probably dirty then, stained with dirt before he'd recovered and tried to punch her off.

But,

She'd glared at him as she avoided his fist and tucked her left thumb into her left hand before giving him the first punch he'd ever received from a girl.

Before then he could swear before his village's oracle that women were too weak to physically hurt a man.

She stood up as he rubbed his cheek,

"Don't you ever raise your hand at a lady. Ever. " she'd muttered to him before she walked away, leaving him on the floor to evaluate what had just happened.

And her words stuck with him, he wouldn't again.

Before another mami water like her would do worse to him.

He was convinced now, the slaps and punch he'd received weren't because he'd rubbed his hard on against her, neither were they because he'd slapped her...

But because she was possessed.

She was clearly a mammi water who'd laid a trap for him so she could vent out her anger.

A trap he'd fell for.

She was a witch.

"You're under her spell. " Kenelum said, snapping back to reality.

"My father's warned me about this. " he added and Arthur rolled his eyes at his ignorant friend and yanked out his hand from Kenelum's grip.

"You're just an effect of a home without proper love. " Arthur muttered, Kenelum winced.

Arthur had gotten his answers, something he'd guessed a while ago but wasn't sure:

Kenelum was afraid of women.

"Love doesn't put money on the table. But women take the money away. " Kenelum replied.

Arthur had already started walking away from his confused friend.

He had a hint that Kenelum liked Munachi and like him, he was scared of her having weird power over him, if he finally accepted it.

That's why he was denial.

But then, unlike him... He wasn't scared of that happening, cause it had already happened and she wasn't even aware of the powers she held over him and he'd accepted it.

But in the worst case scenario, Arthur feared that Kenelum was strangely sexually attracted to her in the way where he wanted to own her as a property, a property he could lay claim to.

Well, as long as Kenelum never acted out on his feelings they were good.

But, he feared him acting it out when he was alone with Munachi.

The Kenelum he knew would probably try to force himself on her, enjoy the sex and call her a cheap whore later on.

His primary concern was if she would be able to defend her self against him.

That was what made him uncomfortable about the whole, 'Kenelum-Munachi' situation.

"We're dancing! " Munachi's voice brought him back to reality and he stared down at her.

It was as if he was stuck at his 6'1 height and she was increasing in height.

A year ago, she reached his lower chest and now, she was almost reaching his shoulders.

"But I want to swim. " Arthur frowned at her.

I want to see you in your swim suit...

He'd dare not voice out his thoughts.

"Me too.. But Jasmine said we'll all swim after dancing. We'll definitely scrub our bodies before hitting the pool. " Munachi told him and he smiled at her.

His worries flashing again.

She was so innocent and weak, if Kenelum was ever alone with her.

He wasn't a hundred percent sure, Kenelum wasn't capable of rape...

Men who hit women were animals capable of doing anything. His mother had instilled that knowledge a while back.

He didn't want to become an animal, so he swore he'd never hit a woman.

"Okay. Cool. " He told her and she smiled.

Then they both stared at Jasmine walking towards them again from the bar with Williams beside her.

"Are these two dating? " Arthur whispered into her ear and Munacbi stilled when his lips brushed against her ear.

Her love for Rooney had reduced considerably over the last year that Arthur's actions suddenly had effects in her body.

His red lips took a strawberry tint and his eyebrows were thick, dark and carved perfectly with thin slashes in between each one...

He now had this dangerous look that her best friend's boyfriend had for a while.

But it suited Arthur more...

If you asked her.

"I don't think so. They're just friends, like we are. " She smiled at him, talking more to her self trying to convince her self that they could only be friends and nothing more.

"Yeah, good friends. " It took all the willpower in him to grin at her.

Yeah, good friends.

As if!

"Arthur where did you go to? " Jasmine asked him, she was holding an already opened can of drink.

Arthur stared down at the drink instead of replying her.

"What? I opened it my self. " she shrugged and Arthur sighed.

"Kenelum's useless. " shoving his hand into his pocket to feel his phone, he answered her first question then went on...

"Where's mine? " he teased.

Williams handed him an unopened can.

"Um.. Thanks. " Arthur replied taking the coke can and feeling awkward.

He was joking, he didn't expect him to actually hand him one.

"Well, let's go and party! " Williams yelled leading them inside.

"Where's Nonso?!" Arthur yelled once they were indoors.

"Nonso? He's upstairs!" Tyler, the host yelled as he walked past them.

Upstairs doing what?

Arthur wondered as he held Munachi's waist.

Phyno X Olamide's Onyeoma started blasting through the speakers and Jasmine suddenly yelled.

"When you see me oh. Onyeoma, spray me money oh! That's my jam." before proceeding to grab Williams' hand and dance-walk to the centre of the living room.

She placed her drink on a small table behind her as she raised her hands up then down before she broke into an Igbo dance step.

She crouched with her elbows bent, slowly rotating her wrist and waist in opposite directions—when she moved her wrists left wards she moved her waist right, simultaneously moving her palms close to her chest but never letting her palm touch her chest.

Williams laughed behind her as he repeated her moves.

Munachi giggled because she found it amusing how easy it was for her friends to display their madness in front of everyone.

Jasmine was now breaking her back inwards and recoiling while Williams was acting like an invisible cow tail was in his hand, tapping above her head as he kept 'blessing' her.

Soon he bent low to face her and they both began to break their back inwards and outwards.

Jasmine rotated slowly until she was shaking her butt in front of him and Williams stood up and pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket.

“Spray the dollar dollar"  The crowd sang along with the lyrics, encouraging Williams. He placed one finger in his mouth to wet it and then he began 'spraying' her, one thousand naira notes and Munachi wondered if he always moved with that large amount.

Jasmine was slowly dropping lower, as the money doubled, she was squatting with her knees facing the ground and her palms in front of her.

"Let's join them. " Arthur told her with an lopsided smile.

She nodded and Arthur dropped his drink on a small table and they both danced to the center.

Arthur spread his left hand and then his right with Munachi placing her left hand and then her right hand on her chest in tune with him. She was breaking her back inwards and he was lowering his head.

Which received loud hails from people in their school.

"Pair with dah flair! "Someone yelled and Munachi giggled once again.

The music suddenly switched before Munachi could get used to the steps Jasmine was using.

Everyone around started groaning and cursing at the makeshift DJ, until the next song came on barely a second after.

A-Boogie-Wit-Da-Hoodie's Way too Fly FT Davido erupted, earning louder cheering and yells from the teenagers present.

And Arthur smirked.

Now this was more of his own jam

Jasmine suddenly stepped back with Williams and picked up her drink as a small circle formed round her friends.

She sipped her drink, unaware of the white powdery substance that had been slipped into it and watched her two friends.

Arthur was behind Munachi and had his arm awkwardly placed on her chest... Before he moved them up to her collarbone region.

She moved her waist slowly against him and he matched up her moves by thrusting rhythmically against her butt.

Their warm up routine always worked.

She counted to five in her head.
He counted to seven.

Then she dropped down to do the South African Gwara-gwara with him repeating the same but in the opposite direction.

Following the same pattern, but his was done with his left hand leading his dance, which made him go left when she went right.

Which received lots of chants.

Left hand Gwara-gwara wasn't a common thing to see.

They stopped and Munachi placed her hand on her throat and roamed down slowly, she turned to look and Arthur and nodded, he understood that head nod.

He stepped back and she stretched out her arms ready to break out to the Nigerian Shaku Shaku, but with a special twist, she'd jerk forward so unexpectedly, then jerk right with her arms still interlocked in front of her, before she danced normally.

Arthur watched her, she stuck her tongue out as she danced-that was her dance face. Ready for the cue to join her.

She raised up two fingers and moved back wards.

He replaced her position.

Timed perfectly he did his own version of Shaku-Shaku, he started with the basics, folding his palms a bit, crossed an arm over the other but switched things up by slowly leaning forward and then slowly backwards, then he proceeded to bend his knees, breaking into something like a hippty mini hop, resembling the gangnam style, then he increased the tempo on his feet and started shuffling.

Thankfully, his dance face wasn't horrible.

He sucked on his lower lips then bit it every three seconds.
And that had girls around him moaning out in delight.

Ending his shuffle he pulled Munachi back into the circle.

"Pair with dah Flair!" The large crowd sung out igniting the heated atmosphere between the two dancers

Arthur held her tightly by her waist, smirking in delight as he watched the guys not in his school, get the subtle hidden hint that she was his.

Temporarily. Always when they danced.

Only when they danced.

She jerked up her shoulder, reflexively putting her chest out and grinded slowly on his waist.

He didn't get turned on with this dance move, but he was happy he could at least thrust unto her butt.

Her hands sultrily moved against her body as she slowly bent forward with her butt up in the air, and he let go of her waist, she slowly rose up with her hands fisting her hair as she broke her waist.

A sharp, left-right-left-right movement, in which she seemed to be rolling her waist down but one she was actually rolling upwards.

Resulting in low wolf whistle sounds from guys around.

No doubt his friends were definitely watching this, the crowd had increased now.

... Except Nonso.

Or was he?

Silvana suddenly ran up to the centre, her two piece swimming suit enhancing her shape,  Arthur smirked at her and stepped back.

He'll go find Nonso.

She stood behind Munachi and danced seductively with her, Munachi turned and smiled at her, suddenly placing her hands on her shoes and Silvana played out a thrusting scene.

Arthur lost all interest in finding Nonso.

He watched the two friends play out a mini lesbian scene and Jasmine's tiny voice yelled out.

"Go girls! "

Silvana placed a palm on the lower part of Munachi's back, throwing the other arm up in the air, thrusting quickly behind Munachi's lowering twerking butt, mimicking a doggy style sex position.

Arthur's lower jaw dropped.

Wtf ?

"You'll catch a fly. " Nonso stated, pushing up Arthur's jaw.

"Guy, you've spoilt Silvana. " Arthur told his friend...

He stared back at Munachi who was giggling as Silvana switched hands on her back.

"You have no idea. " Nonso whispered shaking his head slowly.

Jasmine swallowed the last drop in her drink and her head started spinning.

The room was spinning around and she saw colors flash in her head, she walked towards the centre, feeling her knees shake.

The small circle was beginning to fill in, she still wobbled towards them. Williams watched her with quirked brows.

And it clicked in.

She was intoxicated, she wasn't dancing with her drink back then, she'd dropped it and someone must've slipped in something.

The house was fully populated, he didn't know who to suspect.

"Jasmine, stop. " he walked after her and she turned when she heard her name.

The spinning in the room had doubled, everything was going round and quickly.

Her head suddenly hurt her, a banging pain hit her in the brain and she slumped.

But not before someone wrapped his hands round her waist.

She was carried unconsciously and placed in a car before the driver slipped into his seat and drove off.

"That was crazy! " Munachi yelled excitedly at Arthur.

The circle had disappeared and everyone were all dancing crazily now.

The DJ had switched to One Right Now by Post Malone and The Weeknd and everyone was dancing together. No doubt his friends had set off the party properly.

He nodded.

Yes, that was crazy.

If she didn't date Rooney and if Silvana wasn't with Nonso, he wouldn't be sure about their sexuality.

He was about to reply, but she was gone.

He searched for her, maybe she was now at the pool area with Silvana and Nonso.

He walked outside and searched for her.

She wasn't there.

Nonso was splashing water at Silvana.

"You've seen Muna? " He interrupted them.

"No oh.. She's inside, haven't seen her come this way. " Silvana replied and then splashed more water at Nonso,

He rolled his eyes.

And then froze.

What if, she was with Kenelum who'd gotten turned on after watching that dance scene?

If that scene could provoke some strong emotions in him, who was Kenelum not to feel something?

His mini talk with Kenelum had awoken some protectiveness in him.

His heart skipped a bit and he ran inside.
Davido's Nwa Baby's intro echoed off in the house.

He yelled her name severally, till he spotted her.

Sipping from a drink.
Where'd she get that drink from?

"Munachi what are you doing?" he asked grabbing the drink out of her hand.

She giggled.

Was she high?

No, she had been giggling like this while dancing with Silvana and it was too soon for any drug to work.

They'd been separated for less than three minutes.

"Drinking. Besides it's yours, I saw you drop it. You opened it. " She giggled again and he shook the can.

It was almost empty.

"And I left it. You don't drink something left un attended to in a party, especially when shit's open." he scolded and she giggled then yanked the drink from his hand and walked towards the stairs.

She swallowed the drink in a gulp and Arthur followed her, kicking the empty can in front of him.

Munachi yelled out, "You talk too much! "

And Arthur remained silent, he still wasn't sure the drink was spiked.

"Stop following me! You're not my mother! " she turned back and snapped at him.

Then started laughing.

The music didn't tone her down, her laughter seemed to fit with the song.

Like she was a dance vixen laughing in the song's video.

"My mother probably wouldn't follow me self. "
Yes, she was definitely high.

She's never mentioned her mother to him, or talked about her.

Everyone in the school knew her mother was a soft topic for her.

What drug was in their drink?

"She's acting like she loves me now. Making perfumes and dresses for me. She's just trying to quench her guilty conscience. I turn 18 soon and she wants to choke me with this excessive display of love, planning my birthday party that's six months away. Isn't that insane? Isn't she insane?! " Munachi voiced out and climbed up the stairs.

She didn't know why she was telling him this, hell she didn't even know where she was going.

But she'd lost the filter in her mouth. And her feet were moving on their own accord.

Maybe he was right, she shouldn't have drank that drink.

Her body was starting to heat up.

"But I know she doesn't love me. "Munachi stopped walking.

She turned back and Arthur was right behind her.

The crowd before had suddenly reduced, most people were outside in the pool or in a hidden location doing the dirty with someone.

"Your mother loves you. " He answered and wondered where Williams who'd given him the 'problem drink' was right now.

Munachi laughed and walked into the hallways.

He followed.

"Where are you even going to?! " he yelled.

"I don't know. But follow me. " She giggled and walked up to him, wrapped her two arms on his neck and kissed his lips.

Arthur tasted the harsh whiskey in her mouth,

Probably, the person had mixed something in the whiskey before pouring it into his drink.

Because whiskey couldn't make her act like this.

She moaned as his tongue touched hers.
He had to stop this.

But how ?

He wanted this, too much his self will was slipping away with every moan she released.

Minus the whiskey taste, her breath smelt good and he reminisced to when he first kissed her in 10th grade, even though it was less than a minute before she pushed him away, but sometimes he slowed that moment down in his head.

He reminisced to days before he noticed she was actually ignoring him in SS1.

Davido's voice was still very much audible in the hallways, in fact it was the only sound playing on the hallways.

She pulled away from him and he stared at her, she started pulling up her crop top, her intoxicated mind mistaking the tiny fairs on her crop top as the complete top and not just a part of it.

Confirmed.

She was definitely high or something. Whatever it was was clearly strong and had a five minute hit.

He grabbed her hand before she would finally spot the difference between the top and the flairs.

She stared at him and he saw the lust in her eyes.

He couldn't tell if whatever was in the whiskey made her want him.. Or it made her brave to show it.

But, her emotions were clear in her eyes.

He knew what she wanted before she even said it;

"I want you. Let's do it. " Munachi giggled. And before he could stop her, her other hand reached down to rub him in between his legs.

He froze, he didn't expect that.

Her tiny palm was barely palming him, she was inexperienced and even the spiked drink couldn't help her, he fought so hard to keep his self control.

"Munachi, we can't do this. " A whole lot of will power was needed for him to say that as she continued rubbing him, but he'd summoned it.

"You're right. " She dropped her hand from his body and yanked the other away in anger.

Or fake anger.

She giggled walking a few steps forward and danced out of beat to the music.

"We can't do this here. People will see us. See me being a bad slut. Your personal slut. " she groped her chest and moaned.

Arthur's eyes widened.

Fuck, this was too much.

His imagination was finally playing out in front of his very own eyes. Right in his reach.

There was only so little a teenage hormonal guy could resist.

He walked up to her, placed his hand behind her head and kissed her.

He wasn't strong enough to resist her temptation. But he was strong enough to make up his mind, he won't have sex with her... Tonight.

She'll want him one day, but not when she's intoxicated and he's not sure if the whiskey was empowering her to do things like normal alcoholic drinks did. Or the substance in the whiskey was a hormone enhancer, that made her crave sex.

But for now, he wasn't strong enough to resist kissing her.

"We need a room. " she giggled and then hiccupped.

She'd wrapped her legs round his waist and her tight shorts rode up to her ass.

His hand grazed her butt and he squeezed it...
Finally, one of his dreams came to reality.

"No. You're going home. " He told her, pulling her body away from his.

She yelled, "No! " at him.

Before falling on the floor.

Arthur called out. "Munachi... " But she ignored him and stood up,

She wobbled weirdly as she started walking away.

Her knees didn't feel like they were hers.

"You don't want to fuck me. Fine! I'll get someone who finds me attractive enough to do it. " she hiccupped again.

Wobbling and giggling as she walked away.

Arthur stared at her, her short had rode far up her ass and, he was sure he could see some skin.

He gulped.
She was a fucking walking temptation.

If a guy saw her like this.. Hell, he'd gladly rape her.

He followed her and dragged her back.

Her chest hit his chest and she giggled. 

It was starting to irritate him. It sounded so fake, so not Munachi.

"Stop Munachi, stop laughing like that. You're not a slut, you're the opposite, you're a virgin. You can't just give out your virginity to any random stran-" Munachi wasn't listening to him, she was instead staring at his lips.

"-Can I kiss you? " she didn't wait for his reply as she pressed her lips against his.

She moaned,

She couldn't control her body, it was like if she was watching a movie themed on her, a movie about her life without a script nor a pause button.

She had this burning sensation in between her legs, a weird itch..

And she wanted to end it... To fill it up. To get rid of that itch.

That drink was definitely spiked.

But Arthur was also definitely hot.
And he was kissing her.

Her hand shoved at the closest door and it opened.

She pulled away from Arthur and walked in.

Arthur began to panic

What if a hornier teen was in there?

He wasted a few seconds revelling in Munachi's sweet taste.

She tasted like honey.

Then he walked in.

He was surprised the music was still audible in there.

His jaw dropped when he watched Munachi fondle her self through her bra, her top was gone.

So she finally found out how to pull it off?

They were alone in what seemed like a room and immediately he shut the door the lights went off.

And two hands touched him.

Her small hands gave her away more than her singing did as he searched for the light switch, he also found her guilty of switching it off.

He walked further into the room,it smelt like sex,

Either her arousal was that strong or this room had been used already by two horny teens, he wondered how he was going to make it out with a virgin Munachi.

The lights came on again and he stared straight at Munachi's naked chest.

Fuck.

They were way better than what he'd imagined...

Perky and full, pointed nipples.

This was definitely devil punishing him, giving him his heart desire on a golden plate.

But with the cost of her hating him, the next day.

"Touch me Arthur... Don't fuck me, since you don't want to. But please touch me. Please. " She went on her knees.

If she still knew who he was.. Why wasn't she stopping it? What type of drug was in that drink?!
Why did she drink it?

It's all his fault.

If he'd guarded her carefully...

"Arthur please.. It hurts, it's burning... Please. " she touched her nipples and an erection was formed.

"Munachi, please stop. You can fight it.. " Munachi stood up and his eyes never left her chest.

Why was hell doing this to him?

All his fornications flashed in his head.

Was this punishment?

Or a test?

My greatest desire vs My greatest fear.

  Munachi fucking me Vs Munachi hating me.

"You don't understand Arthur... It feels so good it hurts. Please. Please help. " She begged him and he looked away.

That drink was beyond spiked, it was a sexual boost drug.

Or something stronger that, blocked her form of reasoning.

This was definitely a test set up by fate.

Well, he wasn't going to fail.

He loved her... Wanted her to scream out his name while he pushed himself inside her.. But he didn't lust after her.

So he was going to pass, he loved her and didn't just want her body.

He could pass this...
Right?

Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Munachi kneel over him.

Until she had him in her hand.

He stared down, shocked at how.. His dreams were coming to pass, one after the other... And he was rejecting them.

She pulled down his sweatpants while Arthur watched..

Sure he was going to hell.. For being weak to not refuse her.

"Touch me. Hold my hair. " She told him and he found himself obeying.

This was wrong, he knew he was using her.

She wasn't thinking right..

But he couldn't fight her back when this was what he needed too.

Too much sexual tension.

She giggled.

Fake

"So you do want me. " Groping her left breast she smirked at him.

And Arthur began to wonder if she'll remember all these tomorrow.

If she'll remember begging him to touch her and if she'll ever be able to stare him in the eyes.

Munachi giggled again.

And he shoved her.

His self control returning and most of all, his love for her taking over.

He truly loved her, sure he hadn't showed it in the years he's known her.. But he'd definitely show it now.

Even though she might not remember it.

But he wasn't doing this to get in her good grace, he was doing it because it was right.

"Put on your top." He shouted at her, putting his most disgusted look and for a second Munachi sobered up.

He'd never yelled at her like that.. Or looked so disgusted to see her.

What was happening?

"Arthur.. Please. " She knelt under him, out stretching her hands while begging him.

He snarled at her and she again sobered up.

For half a second.

He walked away from her and picked up her top and bra.

He walked back and stood her up.

Once her feet were on the floor she started feeling dizzy... Memories of what happened minutes ago becoming blurry to her.

Arthur noticed her wobbling. But focused on slipping the crop top over her head.

He didn't know how to clasps bras yet. So he wasn't wearing it on her just yet.

His mother never asked for his help, so he didn't need to learn.

He was a master at doing the opposite.

Munachi stared around her feeling the world spin quickly around her.

Where was she?

Why did her head hurt?

Who was holding her?

Was she being raped?

Questions flooded her mind as her eyesight became blurry.

Someone was behind her holding her hands upwards, she knew without a doubt she was chest naked.

She just didn't know why.

Her energy was draining and she was slowly shutting down.

Her eye lids felt heavy, like she hadn't slept in days.

"I love you. Munachi, I never stopped and I don't think I'll ever stop. " A deep voice murmured behind her and she closed her eyes.

Feeling a light pleasurable throbbing in her legs as she drifted to unconsciousness.

Arthur caught her as she fell limp against his arms.

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Yo!
Who's proud of Arthur right now?!

I'm just wondering if Rooney would've done the same.

Where's Jasmine?

Do you think the spontaneous spiking were planned or purely coincidental?

And who would you suspect?