Stella immediately scrambled back from Angelo's unconscious body, looked at Drake's cold face, and shrunk in her seat.

When Angela heard this name, she blearily mumbled, "Drake, please help me…"

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"Drake! What a surprise! What… what are you doing here?" Stella murmured in a lovely yet nervous tone.

Seeing Angelo's unconscious body on the seat and his half-opened shirt made his face become dark and foreboding instantly. He wanted to kill Stella, but he did not want to stoop to the level of her brother by hitting innocent people.

"Get her away from here," Drake's cold voice was chilling as he ordered his bodyguards to take Stella away from Angelo.

"But…but I did not do anything! She came here herself on purpose!" Stella yelled to no avail. The bodyguards roughly grabbed her and pushed her out of the room.

Drake walked closer to Angelo and took a sharp breath when he noticed a pill on Stella's seat. Picking up the drug, he noticed it was a common date rape drug.

"Fuck!" Drake swore. When would the fucking Hill family leave Angelo alone!?

Obviously, Angelo had been drugged; otherwise, he would have woken up from the commotion if he had been only sleeping. His face was flushed, and he could see a sheen of sweat on his forehead, probably the side effects of the drug. He looked so innocent lying there. It reminded Drake of the night he had come into his room and onto his bed. It had taken all his self-control not to touch his body that night.

He carefully picked him up in his arms. He frowned when he noticed his body was hot as well as if he were getting a fever.

With his rising temperature, he became more serious, so he hurried into his waiting car. Drake had immediately known something was wrong when Angelo left him at the door so abruptly. He had never gone out late before, so Drake guessed it must have been important. He managed to break into his phone and saw Stella's text messages. He immediately called his security guards and followed Angelo to where Stella had called him. Drake knew nothing good would come out of this situation, so he hurried to the location before anything could happen.

"Hurry up," Drake ordered his driver. Angelo was leaning on his shoulder, but he was completely out of it. His head was rolling back and forth, and his temperature seemed to rise. Drake looked over worriedly when he heard him mumble; he could not make out what he was saying. It seemed he was in a delirious state.

When they reached home, Drake immediately placed him in bed and gave him medicine to combat the fever. Unfortunately, the effects of the date rape drug would have to be flushed out of his system. He was not going to have a good next few days. He took off his socks and his thick hoodie, leaving him only in a sweatshirt and pants. Again, Drake's breaths quickened as the shirt rode up, exposing his creamy and smooth stomach. He swallowed and slowly rubbed his hand over his navel but immediately stopped himself before he lost control. He did not want to take advantage of him like that while he was drugged. He was his adopted brother for faith sake! He scolded himself. Why does he has this weird attraction towards Angelo?

He leaned against the door, trying to quash the strong impulse in his body. The urge was so strong, so he quickly walked over to his bedroom and into the shower. He would need to masturbate tonight to the thought of Angelo to calm his urges; otherwise, he was going to lose control.

***

Angela felt like shit the following day. She groaned as she tried to remember what she had done last night to feel this way. Her head was pounding, and she felt extremely nauseous. She stood up to go to the bathroom, but her muscles felt like jelly. She stumbled into the bathroom and looked at her face in the mirror. Gosh, she looked dreadful. Her hair was all messy, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was pale and sweaty.

She frowned and thought hard at what had happened last night, but she could not remember. All she remembered was…Oh!

Stella!

She remembered Stella's message and how she had gone to the hotel to meet her! What had happened after! She could not remember a single thing after that. Angela groaned and went back to her bed, feeling tired from standing only a few minutes. A twinge of fear went through her when she recalled meeting Stella and what could have happened last night. How did she get home?

She decided to sleep back. Angela woke up next around noon. She felt somewhat better, but her head was still pounding, and she felt dizzy even when lying in her bed. A few minutes later, her door opened (had she not put on the chain lock last night!?), and Drake walked in stoically. He took a seat opposite her bed and looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"Um…fine," Angela replied, feeling confused.

"You certainly don't look fine!"

"Well, I could be better…" Angela started to talk, but the sudden urge to puke overtook her. She scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, emptying what little contents of her stomach she had.

When she came out of her bathroom, Drake stood by the door and looked at her with a frown on his face.

"Here, take this," he said while holding a pill in his palm. "It will help."

Angela nodded and took it without question. She trusted Drake now more than anyone and knew he would not harm her.

Drake supported her back into bed, helping her get covered up her body.

"Do you know what happened last night?" He asked her.

Angela's eyes widened. Did Drake know, she is actually a woman, not a man? "Um…no…I don't remember anything."

"You were drugged by Stella last night when you went to meet her at the restaurant."

"What!" Angela yelled. She had been drugged!? How did she not remember this!?

"She gave you a roofie."

Angela's eyes widened. She did not think Stella would stoop to that level.

"But…but why?" Angela asked herself more than anyone.

"It was because she wanted to have sex with you. I found her with her hand underneath your shirt. Trying to get you naked,"

Angela stilled and looked at Drake with an indescribable expression. Her expression tugged at Drake's heart. It was one of hopelessness, desperation, fear, and uncertainty. Her eyes started to get teary, and she quickly looked away, not wanting to have a breakdown in front of Drake of all people.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I thought…I thought she was going to…" Angela trailed off.

"You went because she threatened you to expose your secret?"

"How do you know?" Angela asked with wide eyes.

"I had to tap your phone to see since I knew something was wrong. I read her text messages. What secret was she talking about?"

Angela hurried to think of a good lie. "Um…actually, I do not know either. I do not know what she was talking about but, I…I got scared, so I went…I'm sorry." Angela mumbled out. A tear slipped from her eye.

She froze when she felt Drake's soft finger wipe the tear away.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. But it would be best if you had told me. I would have helped you!" Drake replied softly. Was he starting to have feelings for him? He had never felt this way about anyone before, less a man alone! He is not a gay at all!

Angela looked at Drake with a soft expression. Ever since her 're-birth,' so many negative things had happened to her. She did not have anyone to talk to, no friends, no family, and no boyfriend. This was the first time someone was truly caring for her.

"Promise me, promise me if anything like that happens again, you are going to tell me," Drake urged Angela softly.

Angela sniffed, feeling more tears come into her eyes, "I promise."