Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

gazing at her and seeing myself in my head, hurling my body into her arms
and assuring her that I’m hers.
Callum stills, his eyes darting from me to her and back again. “Oh, I see.”
He beams. “Well, my perception sucks. Damn.”
I shove out of his arms, growling. “What are you talking about? Just—”
“Clay, I’m into it,” he cuts me off. “I’m really into it.” He smiles, coming
in again, and I see Liv walk past him, toward the front doors. “You can have
as many women as you like as long as I get to watch.”
My stomach roils. Oh, God…
“And as long as you’re only mine after the ball,” he says. And then he
takes my hand and places a small vial with white tablets inside in my palm.
“These will help your legs fall apart.”
What?
He leaves, and I look back toward the direction Liv walked, but she’s
already gone. Opening my fist, I see the pills, and have to swallow to keep
the bile from rising.
Molly. I feel sick.
For Christ’s sake. At least he’s not planning to slip this shit into my drink
without me knowing, I guess. He wants me comfortable and willing. He
wants me to drug myself.
And I would have to. It would take a lot more than Valium to get me into
bed with him.
To get me to want him.
To get me to forget about her.
I dump the pills in the trash can on the way out of school.