My Construction Site Nightmare - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I've never been the social type.
With no real friends on the construction site, Chase had been pestering me for weeks—until somehow, against my better judgment, I caved.
"Bianca, I'll come find you tonight."
During our shift, he was up in the tower crane while I inspected steel plates. When no one was looking, he shot me a wink and called down, "Bianca, I'll bring wine and good food. We'll eat, talk—make it special. Oh, and wear something nice. Maybe even a little makeup?"
I pretended not to hear.
Rumor was he had a string of girls wrapped around his finger, all hopelessly devoted. I figured by nightfall, if one of them called, he'd forget I existed.
After my shift, I was in the middle of my usual shower when a sharp knock rattled the door.
"Bianca, it's Chase. Open up."
Even through the wood, I could smell the food—rich, savory—and the sharp tang of alcohol. As much as I disliked him, I had to admit he'd actually put in effort.
So I opened the door.
He slipped inside, dumped the food on the table, and immediately raked his eyes over me.
"Bianca, let's eat first."
"I don't drink. Go ahead."
Truth was, I was terrified of losing control—of letting Chase take advantage if the alcohol loosened my grip on myself. That was the real fear.
"Fine, no pressure."
Still grinning, he locked the door behind him, poured himself a drink, and nudged me to eat.
A few bites of beef in, something felt… wrong. My skin prickled, burning.
My thoughts kept spiraling—images of hands, rough and demanding, an ache between my thighs I couldn't ignore.
Chase asked what was wrong.
"I don't know," I mumbled.
My vision blurred. I hated him, yet when his fingers closed over mine, heat shot through me—thick, suffocating.
I didn't pull away. The hunger was devouring me whole.
It took too long to realize—he'd drugged the food.
"Bianca, you're stunning tonight. Let me stay." He saw my state, knew the drug had me, and smirked—victorious, predatory.
I shook my head, fighting to refuse.
But my body betrayed me. I needed a man—hard, relentless—to drown out the emptiness. Chase wasn't my choice, but he was here.
I stayed silent. Didn't say no.
My lack of resistance was all the permission he needed.
"Bianca, since you're not stopping me… I'll take that as a yes."
By then, the drug had turned my limbs to liquid. Chase stripped in front of me, then reached for my clothes.
"No—don't—"