Chapter 73: The Night I Crossed the Wrong Door

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: The Night I Crossed the Wrong Door

~Reynold’s POV~

I stood frozen, staring at the scene in disbelief. My stomach tightened as I finally understood exactly what Julian had brought me here to see.

The girls stood completely bare, their breasts and curves fully exposed under the lights. I stared, swallowing hard as a hot flush crept up my neck. I had never seen naked women this close before.

Theron said beside me, "Yeah... the moment is here. I’m out."

Without missing a beat, he stripped off the rest of his clothes right there at the edge of the patio and disappeared straight into the writhing crowd.

I tried to reach out and stop him, panic rising as I realized I was about to be left completely alone in the middle of a massive, naked crowd. But it was already too late, he had vanished into the throng of bodies.

Left by myself, the chaotic reality of the party fully closed in around me.

Then my eyes darted away, catching glimpses of cocks of every size- short, long, thick moving through the crowd. I swallowed hard again, trying to compose myself as the atmosphere erupted into pure chaos.

Suddenly a group of girls lay right at the edge of the pool, fingers buried between each other’s legs in full view. The music faded, replaced by the raw sounds of lust: wet moans, greedy sucking, and bodies beginning to fuck in tangled clusters.

Everywhere I looked, people were stroking themselves or coupling up, turning the entire venue into a wild, unrestrained orgy. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the warm night air. Moans of every pitch—"Yeah... fuck... suck..."—blended together until my head started to spin.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

"I need to find Julian," I whispered to myself, panic rising in my throat. "I have to get out of this party."

I spun around, searching for Julian or Theron through the thrashing bodies, but both had been completely swallowed by the crowd.

Before I could find them, people started noticing me standing there fully clothed. Several girls approached, offering themselves, and a few of the naked guys reached out toward me.

"No," I stammered, backing away. "No, I’m good—stop."

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed and confused. My throat felt bone-dry. Just then a server carrying a tray of drinks brushed past and asked if I needed anything to cool down. My defenses were already shattered; I couldn’t refuse.

I grabbed a glass, drained it in one go, then quickly took another and swallowed that down before the server moved on. I tried to continue searching for Julian among the writhing bodies, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.

A few minutes later, after the drinks and my fruitless search, my body suddenly betrayed me. A violent wave of heat rushed through my veins, spreading from the inside out until my skin felt like it was burning.

I swallowed hard, trying to understand what was happening to me. Something was clearly wrong, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to get away from the party. I looked around desperately, hoping to spot Julian or one of the others, but none of them were anywhere in sight.

If I can’t find them, I should just leave and get a room myself, I thought frantically, trying to force my legs to carry me away from the pool deck. But my limbs felt heavy and uncooperative. Friction flared between my legs as my cock hardened painfully against the fabric of my trousers, and the burning sensation only grew stronger.

Desperate for any kind of relief, I yanked my shirt off and collapsed onto an empty lounger, trying to slow my racing heart. But it didn’t help. My thoughts blurred. A strange, unwelcome excitement crept through me, pulling a foolish smile onto my lips.

Before I could collect my thoughts, a group of men crowded around the lounger. Their hands reached out, sliding over my chest and grabbing directly at my aching cock through my pants.

"Wait—!" I gasped. For a second it actually felt blindingly good, until one of them leaned down and sucked aggressively on my nipple while another fumbled with my trouser buttons, trying to drag my cock out into the open. Panic cut through the haze.

"Stop it!" I shouted.

"We just want to make you feel good, sweet thing," one of them purred.

"Stop," I repeated more firmly.

To my surprise, they backed off, raising their hands.

I shoved myself up from the lounger, swaying heavily as I tried to walk away. By then my vision was blurring at the edges and the world spun violently. A young man appeared in front of me, his voice smooth and reassuring. "You look like you need some help."

"Yes," I said. "Could you please... please help me get to a room? I’m tired. I just want to sleep."

"Of course. Come on. I’ll help you get to a room so you can rest," he assured me.

"Thank you," I panted, my brain too fried to think straight.

"You don’t have to thank me, but I can’t handle you on my own." He glanced back over his shoulder. "Let me get my friends to join me. We’ll help you get to a room and get you settled."

"Okay..." I breathed, barely able to think clearly anymore. I still managed to pull out my phone and call Julian. I tried several times, but he didn’t answer. Before I could try again, his friends stepped in to support my weight, helping me away from the thumping bass and blinding lights of the pool.

I could barely make out their faces through the heavy fog clouding my mind as they guided me through the hotel corridors and into a quiet, air-conditioned room.

They laid me gently onto the plush mattress.

"We’re leaving," one of them said.

I didn’t answer. The next sound I registered was the door closing behind them.

Once I was left alone, the full force of whatever was in my system hit me. A crushing wave of exhaustion washed over me. I rolled restlessly from side to side, my skin slick with sweat as the heat inside me continued to burn. My hands felt like lead, too weak to do much, but I still tried to touch myself, desperate to ease the maddening ache. Eventually, the struggle became too much, and my strength finally gave out. I drifted into a heavy, drug-addled sleep.

Even in my sleep, I felt like I wasn’t alone. I could hear the faint sound of people talking somewhere in the room, though I couldn’t tell if the voices were real or merely echoing inside my head. I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt completely drained. I was too weak to move a muscle, trapped somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

At the next daybreak, I finally woke to sunlight filtering through the curtains. I was completely naked beneath the heavy sheets, and the room was eerily quiet. I was alone. My heart began pounding as I quickly checked myself, relieved to find no signs that anyone had touched me in that way. Still, a strange, hollow ache lingered deep inside me.

Panic began to set in as I reached for my phone on the nightstand to check the time.

12:36 p.m.

My screen was flooded with notifications. I already had a massive wall of missed calls, dozens from Frederick, several from Julian, a few from unknown numbers, and even frantic calls from my parents and my brother.

What is going on?

Fear spiked through my chest. I didn’t even try calling anyone back. Survival mode took over. I rushed out of bed, threw my clothes on in a frantic blur, grabbed my things, and bolted out of the hotel room.

I hurried back toward the private poolside area to see if anyone was still around, but the entire area had been cleared out. It was quiet and empty. Not a single person was in sight.

I sprinted out to the parking lot, but Julian’s car and his friends’ vehicles were gone. Without wasting another second, I jumped into my own car and sped off toward Julian’s apartment.

When I pulled up to the apartment complex, Julian’s car wasn’t there either. Still, I got out and went inside the building, hoping he might have come back without his car. I walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

I knocked again, then waited for a few moments, but the apartment remained completely silent. Julian clearly wasn’t home.

With nowhere else to look, I returned to my car. Frantic and unsettled, I got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove straight home. My hands shook against the steering wheel as my phone continued to buzz relentlessly with calls from strange, unrecognized numbers.

My mind was spinning out of control.

I drove through the security gates of my home and pulled into the driveway. As I approached the house, my breath caught. Frederick’s car was sitting right there in the courtyard, along with a couple of unfamiliar vehicles. And beside them, shockingly, was Julian’s car.

I barely took the time to park properly. I shifted the car into park, turned off the ignition, pushed open the door, and hurried out, rushing straight toward the house.

I pushed open the front door and hurried through the grand foyer toward the living room.

The atmosphere inside was suffocatingly tense. Frederick sat there with an expression like thunder, with Damian and Elias sitting nearby. Across the room, Julian and Theron stood unusually quiet and subdued.

The housekeeper stood near the corner, visibly trembling the moment she saw me.

I swallowed hard, my legs feeling like lead as I forced myself to walk closer.

Before I could even open my mouth, Frederick slowly raised his head. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a terrifying, icy fury.

"Where," Frederick asked, his voice low, hard, and laced with unmistakable danger, "are you coming from?"