Lab Beast CEO: 33 Nights, 33 Men, I Got Pregnant And Escaped Novel – Lately, I kept finding bite marks on my body—different sizes, scattered everywhere. My boyfriend said I was just “too tempting” and that he couldn’t help sneaking in a few playful bites at night. But I’d examined them closely. Those marks came from thirty-two different mouths. *** When our research project was wrapping up, I brought a box of cupcakes and iced lattes to the private study room where my underclassmen were celebrating.
Just as I reached the door, I heard Brittany’s bright, sugary laugh. “Chase, you’ve been so hard on Avery lately. She was a little harsh with me, sure, but you didn’t have to go that far just to defend me. She’d be upset if she knew.” Chase Donovan snorted. “Upset? What right does she have to be upset? She acts like she’s above everyone just because she’s a senior researcher.” “Besides, the sedatives I mixed myself work perfectly. She won’t remember a damn thing.” The guys chuckled.
“Exactly, Britt, you’re too soft. Avery Lockwood struts around like she owns Crestwood. Someone needed to put her in her place.” “Facts. Her attitude sucks, but her body’s insane. She’s a firecracker in bed.” “Only Chase has the stomach to handle her.” Chase tipped back a shot, then reached over to affectionately tap Brittany’s nose. “She said you made thirty-three mistakes, didn’t she? Then we’ll sleep with her thirty-three times. Call it… balancing the score.
Let’s see how high and mighty she is after that.” Applause and laughter erupted around the table. “So where’s the grand finale? Last location?” Chase shrugged. “The lab. One last ‘good deed’—in the place she knows best.” “Oh hell yes. I’ve wanted her in that lab for months.” “But Chase… if we post the photos on the student board, Avery’s totally gonna recognize herself. Won’t she freak?” “Hah.” Chase slammed his phone on the table. “Who cares? Every photo has a different guy in it. Everyone will say she’s a slut who sleeps around. What grounds does she have to call me out?” “They’re face-blurred anyway.
If she dares cause trouble, I’ll blur your faces too and upload the videos. I’ll make sure she can’t show her face at Crestwood again.” Someone whistled. “Damn, Chase, that footage is crystal clear. Once this drops, she’s done.” “Send me a copy, man. After tonight it’s the last time… I wanna keep something to remember her by.” Brittany snatched the phone, glanced at the screen, then tossed it back with a giggle. “Chase, you’re unbelievable.” They laughed. But I turned to stone. My hands shook violently as I unlocked my phone.
One photo after another—my body, exposed, limp, unconscious. The world hollowed out around me. I couldn’t breathe. I had actually believed Chase’s “thoughtfulness”—the warm drinks he handed me after each experiment, the way he tucked me into the recliner when I “fell asleep from exhaustion.” I thought he cared. I thought he was gentle. In reality, he’d been drugging me, letting others use me, filming it, cataloging it.
Every time I woke up sore and aching, he massaged my shoulders, telling me not to overwork myself—only because he didn’t want me to suspect a thing. And all of this… because I had scolded his precious Brittany one time. I pressed my nails so deep into my palm I nearly bled, forcing myself to stay upright as I fled campus. Every glance from a stranger felt like a knife. I felt stripped, displayed, executed by a thousand silent verdicts.
Back at my dorm, the stuffed bunny Chase had gifted me sat on my desk. Something in me snapped. I tore everything he had ever given me to shreds. But no matter how hard I destroyed the objects, the truth stayed—what they did to me was carved into my bones. My roommate walked in and gasped. “Jesus, did you two fight? He’s downstairs with a pile of stuff waiting for you.” I was pushed downstairs. Chase stood there with several takeout containers and an iced latte. “Brittany got dinner for you,” he said gently. “She feels bad for troubling you lately.” I stayed silent. He stroked my hair, voice soft—too soft. “Avery, you’re brilliant.
They’re just insecure. Forgive her, okay?” I felt ice spreading through my limbs. He lifted the straw to my mouth. “Drink her coffee. Let’s just move past this. And since you’re free right now, come help us in the lab.” I grabbed the front of his jacket, trembling uncontrollably. “No—I’m not going. Take all my notes, I don’t care. I’m not going!” Chase frowned. “Avery, don’t be dramatic. Brittany apologized. And they’re clumsy—if they mess up your data or samples, you won’t graduate.” His tone was still warm, but underneath it I finally heard what had always been there. A threat. He dragged me back to the lab.
Brittany and a few male researchers were already waiting. Their stares crawled over my skin like grease. “Avery’s here,” Chase announced. “Say hi.” He shoved me fo