The Drunk Dog is Drugged

Probably if the situation was different, or if it was just any other normal day, Anya probably would have been freaked out seeing the man wearing nothing. She would have flushed redder in embarrassment than the man in her bathtub. After all, it was her second time seeing a fully grown man in his birthday suit. First time? She doesn't even remember properly.

Due to the critical situation, she was highly alerted. The water wasn't hot as there was no fog. How could a man be so flushed in the cold water?

Alcohol?

Anya brushed off the other possible reason. Alcohol couldn't make him that way. He didn't seem to have any bruises on the body and she could hear his heavy breathing. So his breathing was normal.

Acting?

That's more like it. She felt.

She batted no eyes and demanded him, "Get out of my house before I call the cops." Her voice was cold and merciless to the pain he was in.

The drunk man tried to look at her and his lips were twitching in fury. A few seconds passed when Anya saw him trying to speak. "What the f**k! This is my house. Who the hell are you?" He didn't seem to see what was in her hand.

Thanks to her amazing training and the skills she learned, she read his barely readable words.

'His house? This drunk rascal.'

Anya wasn't in the mood to argue with him. So she kept her gun aimed at him as she called the security of the regency. The cops would just ask him to say sorry and leave. She didn't want to waste time or bring unnecessary trouble to herself.

"Anya Owen speaking. The house number 306. A drunk man entered my villa, could you please help me get him out of here. It's kind of urgent." Anya wasted no second.

The man seemed to hear her speaking and furrowed his brows. "This is 309, my villa. Get out of here or I will call the cops."

Anya: "..."

Should she doubt if she was drunk?

Her brows furrowed at the sudden realization. If anybody entered a wrong passcode to unlock her door, she would have been alerted. She will get a message. Why didn't she get one?

She stood at point-blank and pressed her handgun nozzle on his forehead. "What is the passcode of your villa?" Her cold voice rang in the bathroom.

The man got angrier at the way of talking. He tried his best to have a close look at her and scoffed, "You bloody maid woman, you think I will get scared of your little toy. Get out of here else I will kill you."

Anya craved to knock the man off. Her whole bathroom was stinking with his breath. Upon that she was called a 'Maid Woman.' She was wearing business formals, not a maid uniform.

Her lips curled into a sneer. Why was she expecting anything from that man? She went out of the bathroom, locked the door. Then the bedroom door.

If he was lying anywhere in the house, she could have splashed water on him and tried to wake him up and kick him out. But the man was already in the cold water.

'Ugh,' She let out a frustrated sigh.

She opened the door of the house after confirming it was the security personnel she always saw. He was a man in his middle thirties. "Hello miss, I am sorry for the trouble. Where is the drunk man?" He looked around in the courtyard.

Anya was embarrassed to say, "He is lying in the bathtub upstairs." Even though she didn't say he was naked, she already wanted the earth to swallow her.

The man froze with the man who was behind him. They looked at each other and coughed to clear their throat. They didn't step inside even when Anya made way for them.

"Miss. Owen, small fights are common between couples. You shouldn't throw him out just because he came home drunk. Miss. Owen, you should also understand men also have mood swings due to workload…"

He went on and on with his lecture on how she has to be considerate of her husband. "Mr. Edward, I am not married." She stated simply. He was calling her Ms and making her Mrs of a drunk man.

The man chuckled, "The problem of getting married early has its disadvantages too. You have a child, Ms. Owen. Please think of him. You can't treat his father so unfairly. It would be hard…"

Another round of lectures continued. Suddenly she pitied that man's wife. She cut in, unable to hear him anymore. "Mr. Edward, you are a very knowledgeable person. I acknowledge it. Now, could you please help me throw that man out of my house?" She was polite like every time but one could sense a tinge of annoyance in her tone and her smile was stiff as a stick.

The man gave a small nod in respect and rejected her, "I am sorry, Ms. Owen, we couldn't help you with the family trouble unless you are being mistreated by your husband." And she looks all fine. He flashed her an apologetic smile.

Anya: "..."

There was no meaning in asking him again and again. She forced a smile on her face, "Thank you, Mr. Edward. And sorry for the trouble." Then she decisively closed the door when they took a step away.

She heard him say something and laugh, 'Youngsters nowadays… Haha."

She wanted to scream in frustration but it wasn't the time yet. She rushed inside to the study room. She turned her system as she took her laptop. Soon the big screen of her system started playing videos of different cameras. Meanwhile, her fingers danced on the keyboard to hack the whole network to fetch some footage.

Soon enough she saw a video of the drunk man alighting the taxi. He was entering her courtyard. The taxi driver went to him and demanded money for the journey. The drunk man got angry when he was pulled around by the driver. He threw a few bucks bills on the face of the driver. It was humiliating.

Anya's face turned dark. The wealthy people often forget to respect others. This drunk man was a perfect example.

Then the man almost tripped but balanced himself. She could see he was struggling to breathe and was sweating profusely. He slapped himself to stay awake and stared at the smart door lock.

Anya quickly zoomed in. The man was trying to recall the lock numbers before he pressed. He pressed the numbers accurately and pushed the door open.

Anya quickly changed the camera and watched him enter her place. Due to motion sensors, lights were turned on automatically. Anya had installed them due to Zane so that he won't be scared of darkness as he couldn't reach the switches.

The drunk man made his way upstairs mumbling something repeatedly. Upstairs there were no cameras so Anya stopped there. Then she tracked back the taxi by which the drunk man came. She ended up at the club he was in and where he was enjoying himself with his friends.

At last, she found the reason for his behavior. He was drugged by a woman who was flirting with him, trying to get close to him.

However, it wasn't enough for Anya to drop her suspicions and to think the drunk man was here by coincidence. She needed concrete proof or else she would shoot that man in self-protection.

She left her villa and went towards the villa numbered 309. Before she could reach the gates, she saw a flashy Lamborghini in front of the villa with a woman. She was the same woman who drugged the man. She was speaking with somebody over the call.

[...Not home. All my hard work got wasted. I thought I could take this chance and make it into his family… Did he perhaps go to somebody's house? Looked for some girl? You said he doesn't have a girlfriend…] Her disappointment and frustration were apparent in her tone.

Anya clenched her teeth staring at the woman who had the curves of probably every man's dreams. Numerous thoughts ran in her mind thinking of her current situation.

Focusing on the pressing matter, she easily sneaked into the 309 villa courtyard and pressed the same passcode of her villa. The door unlocked. She wasn't surprised as she had expected.

Since these were the pre-built villas, the architecture was the same as her villa. Hence the drunk man was fluent with every step of his in her house. With the help of her mobile flashlight, she scanned the villa, and indeed, it was a hell of a single man's house. Everything was messy like a bin.

Seeing it, she recalled her gentleman son. He always helped her in cleaning the house and taking care of clothes and she always asked him to watch television and play.

The thought of Zane put a loving smile on her face even in the trouble.

…..

Back in her house,

She didn't take the chance and kept the hold on her handgun. She breathed calmly and encouraged herself, "The street dog got into my house. Dogs don't wear clothes. I can handle this drunk dog."

She forgot the drunk dog is drugged.