This story follows two individuals from two completely different backgrounds. One, is a small time girl looking for a fresh start to life and finding her true inner self. The other is a man that has it all and then some but is not happy where life has taking him. Right now, something is going to change their lives forever. Some might call it lust or some might even say it was fate, but in all actuality it was destiny.
Strolling through the streets of a big city like New York City, surprisingly had a calming effect on me. The streets were buzzing, the cars honking and random people chatting away as I walk past them. It was almost spring but I couldn't bring myself to care about the weather changing, but then again I thought to myself that I never really did care about the changing of the seasons. I smiled to myself as I thought about it more often, moving to New York was the riskiest and probably the best decision that I ever made. It's been over five years since I left my small home town of Staunton, Virginia. I will never forget the look on my mother and sister's faces when I told them that I wanted to move out of this boring depressing town and move to a city as big as New York City. My older sister Jenifer wanted to come with me but I couldn't let her, her whole life revolved around Staunton, besides this was something I had to do by myself. I needed some separation and a new start. My sister and I have never been separated, so for me moving was tough on the both of us.
The horns of the cabs on the road snapped me back to reality, I was just around the corner to my apartment. I enjoyed walking, it gave me a chance to let my mind relax for a while and not worry about anything else. Once I made it to my apartment building and up the stairs to the third floor, I turned the key and opened the door.
"Home at last," I muttered to myself.
My apartment was not bad for a twenty-seven year old single woman who lives in New York by herself none the less. It has a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, small but spacious living room and a small dining area, it wasn't much but it was my sanctuary. Over the last few months I've really tried to put some effort into redecorating it but then again I had no one to impress. Choosing the apartment was an easy decision, it was open, modern and cozy all at the same time, it was just the way I like it. In a weird way it kind of reminded me of my home back in Staunton. After a nice long hot bath I grabbed my towel, wrap it around myself and made my way to my recliner that's by the large window in the living room. The view of the cities lights and buildings was not bad from where I was sitting. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander again.
"I'm so proud of you," said Rick my boyfriend at the time, pulling me into a tight hug after the rain of graduation caps was over.
"Aren't we all? Well done little sis," my older sister Jenifer chimed in.
"Thanks Jenifer," I said giving her a hug too. "Where's mom?" I could swear that she was around here a minute ago.
"She ran back home, she wanted to make sure everything was perfect for your party," Jenifer chuckled, knowing very well that the thought of a party annoyed the shit out of me.
"Someone please kill me now!" I said hanging my head low, even though that was a request leaning towards a lost cause.
"Oh don't be so dramatic, it will be fun." Rick flashed me an encouraging smile.
"Okay fine," I sighed. "But you owe me something fun later tonight," I teased while batting my eyelashes.
"Yes ma'am," he says trying not to laugh at my failed plan of trying to seduce him.
"Come on love birds! We don't want to be late," Jenifer says while patting her foot impatiently against the ground.
"Yeah right, heaven forbid that we should be late for our own party," I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice. We all laughed as we made our way out of the school and down the school's front entrance.
My eyes flashed open at the sudden pain of heart ache in my chest. It's been awhile since I've felt pain like this since I moved here. Sometimes it felt like it was gone completely but it would just creep its little ugly head back in and stun me when I least expected it too. When I didn't feel pain, I didn't necessary feel any happier either. My high school graduation was one of the best memories I've had, a time when life was so much less complex and harsh, a time when I was a happy teenager so eager to start conquering the world and then some. Everything started to change a few months later. We just finished high school when my boyfriend Rick was diagnosed with cancer. It shocked me and my family but I for one was completely devastated. I couldn't believe this could happen to one of the sweetest and loving men on the planet, he was my heart and soul since I was sixteen but then again when is life ever fair?
Rick went on with life as if nothing happened, he didn't want me to worry about him or treat him any differently. But I could see that he was putting on a show for me. When he grew too weak to the point where he couldn't get out of bed anymore, I felt absolutely helpless. Rick was dying right in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. Somewhere in the back of my head I kept hoping an angel would fall from the sky and cure him, or for him to jump up and say 'Just kidding babe!' When he died it felt like a part of me had died along with him, his death was hard but I took it even harder. He was not just my boyfriend; he was my friend, he was my everything and more. I mourned him but in time everyone that knew him started to accept and move on, but not me I was stuck, stuck in the past. Even now, watching the bright lights of the city flashing I come to wonder if I'm capable of ever moving on. I felt the tears start to sting my eyes, but this time I made no effort to try and prevent them from streaming down my face.
"I miss you Rick," I whispered as I started to wipe my tear stained face and headed up to my bedroom to try to get a good nights worth of sleep before work tomorrow.
I woke up to the sun hitting my face. I rolled over with a bad feeling in my stomach, like something big was going to happen, a change was coming and I wasn't going to like it. I groaned to the thought of it but decided that it could be nothing. I rolled out of bed then sat at the edge scratching my head. I let out a heavy sigh and headed into the bathroom for a nice hot shower to start the day right. Looking at myself in the mirror feeling fresh and looking sharp I grabbed my watch, threw in on and headed downstairs and out the door. As I started my silver BMW, there was an immediate beeping sound that came from my touch screen monitor.
"Dennis my boy," of course Colin Winters appears on my screen unexpectedly.
"Mr. Winters, to what do I owe the pleasure of your early morning call?" I asked smiling.
"Stop by at headquarters later today, we have important things we need to discuss," he said.
"Is there a mission in the works?"
"Ah you see, this is why I like you Dennis," he laughed. "You're so perceptive and I like that about you."
"I'll take that as a yes then." It wasn't a question, I knew Colin a little too well.
"Come over and we'll talk," he added.
I nodded in agreement then the screen went blank. Colin is my CIA director, in charge of the undercover agents in my division. I've been serving the agency for quite a while now. When I was recruited as a young teenager, he was my trainer and mentor. He taught me everything that I know. So I guess that gives him the right to call a thirty-two year old man a boy, I guess to him it's all that I'll ever be in his eyes. I had to make a stop at work first; I didn't need to check in everyday, I had a very capable team whom only would call me when it was absolutely necessary to come in. As I made my way through the main entrance of the Evers & Evers Communications, it was the one place that I lived closest to because we had branches all over the world I was required to travel to different branches on occasion. Once inside the building I was greeted with forced smiles and phony hellos, someone must've tipped them off that I was coming in today. Way to go and ruin my fun I thought bitterly to myself, I love seeing everyone's faces when I make an unexpected visit. As I entered my office my assistant Stephanie Stevenson was waiting for me with my usual large Starbucks coffee.
"Good morning Mr. Evers," she beamed while handing me my coffee.
"Morning to you too Stephanie, how are you?" I asked sipping the coffee and settling in my comfy leather chair.
"I'm good, thank you for asking. You've got a board meeting at 8 am," she said as she laid some files down on my desk.
"Thank you," I said and started to go through the files.
She walked out after flashing me a brilliant smile. Stephanie is a sweet and ambitious young girl. I hired her because she was intelligent and had a great work ethic. She is able to keep up with me. It was a little awkward at first; she let me know about her feelings toward me very clear. I tried to let her down as easily as I could. I do not do the girlfriend thing, the life that I led wouldn't allow me to have any emotional ties to anyone. Not that I ever wanted too, I guess she finally got the point that it wasn't going to work out between us. I hope she knows that she was better off without me, she deserves to be loved by someone who would treat her right. I turned my chair and faced the big view my office had of the city, I wondered if being 'Dennis Evers' was a blessing or a curse. This lifestyle and the success meant nothing to me, sometimes it was much easier being the billionaire playboy who owns their own company than being a badass CIA secret agent. There both nothing compared to what I really wanted… someone to share my hopes and dreams with.
"It's time," Stephanie says through the intercom as she pulled me out of my daydream.
"Thank you." I got up and strolled through the door not before closing the door behind me.
After my meeting I decided to go see Colin at Headquarters. I drove across the city through Monday afternoon traffic. I park into the parking lot then headed toward one of the older buildings where Colin's office is located. I walked to the far end of the building complex. As I entered through the double doors of the building I flashed my identification card at the two agents standing on the inside of the room.
"Welcome Agent Evers," one of the men said as I entered into the room. I walked through as a young man started to approach me looking like he's just seen a ghost
"H-hello Agent Evers," he mumbled. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you, you're a fucking legend and I'm a huge fan of your work you've done here at the agency." I narrowed my eyes and looked closely at him. I've never met him before he's probably new, a rookie even.
"Um thanks…." I said as his eyes bulged as he realized he didn't introduce himself to me.
"Payne, William Payne sir," he said as he offered me his hand.
"Well thank you Agent Payne, it's nice to meet you too," I say while shaking his hand not really knowing what else to say to him.
I walked away quickly trying to avoid any other odd greetings from other agents. Colin usual assigned me missions anytime and anywhere, so I didn't understand why I had to be here. It couldn't be serious, being an agent as long as I have I've seen just about everything and anything. I knocked on Colin's glass door that's on the far side of the east wing, to try and catch his attention.
"Go Away! I'm busy," he yelled with his head down through the closed glass door. When he lifted his head to see who was knocking his whole body language changed from annoyed to ecstatic in seconds. "Dennis!" He said enthusiastically as he waved me in. "I'm glad you made it down here today," he said as he got up out of his chair and gave me a pat on my shoulder. "Looking sharp as always," he chuckled taking his seat again. "Close the door and take a seat…We've got a problem."
Colin started to explain to me that Benny Nolans, a criminal mastermind had escaped from a federal penitentiary facility and is now after red mercury. Red mercury is described as a 'ballotechnic,' a substance that produces immense pressure when ignited and therefore seems to combine with several different substances to make a powerful bomb. The CIA has to capture him at all costs and keep what he wants out of his reach.
"I don't understand how I fit into this puzzle?" I asked while trying to make some sense out of this situation. "And where is this red mercury? Do you have it?"
Colin turned on his computer monitor and a picture of a girl popped up on the screen along with some information about her.
"This is Angelina Marie Moore, she's originally from Virginia but recently moved to the New York area a few years ago," Colin said. "And that," he pointed to a red stone on her ring she wore on her right hand. "This is what he is looking for."
"You're kidding me right?" I say with a slight amused tone to my voice.
"I wish I was Dennis," he said slumping back into his chair.
"Why don't you get the girl and retrieve the stone from the ring while I go after Benny," I said.
"I wish it was that simple," he let out a loud exasperated sigh. "This ring cannot be retrieved without hurting or killing her. It's known as an old accent relic ring dating back who knows when and as history says whom ever has possession of this relic it will mend with the owner's DNA. It's just as important as her heart or brain in a logical kind of way." I stood there frozen in place. I could hear Colin but I couldn't begin to comprehend what he was telling me.
"How?" That was all I could spit out at the moment.
"Right now we don't know for certain. All we know is that her grandfather gave it to her when she was younger and told her to never take it off and that it will one day protect her."
"Do you think her grandfather knew of its potential power it holds?" I asked, feeling a little crazy for thinking about what kind of power a ring could hold.
"I don't know, we're still investigating that matter. All we know is that Benny is convinced that it's real and that it's worth to fight for," he says as his eyes narrowed in concentration of the thought that this just might be something big, bigger than anyone has ever seen. "He will stop at nothing to get it, even killing her in the process."
"This is crazy!" I yelled as my fist came down on his desk. "Are you even hearing yourself right now? Even if it is true how could a tiny stone contain so much power into one little ring? Let alone have it mend to this poor girl's life! Excuse me for talking out of line but this is supernatural shit right here." Colin waited for me to come down before he began again.
"Be as it may sound, we have to take action and that's where you come in," he said. "You must get the girl and keep her safe while we hunt down Benny."
"No!" I shook my head. "I already did a protection service gig once before and I'm not going back there again. Get someone else to do it because I'm not."
"I know Dennis, but there's no one else that we can trust with this. All of the other Elite Agents are busy with their own current missions," he said as he looked at me straight into my eyes like he was trying to plead to me. I groaned and shook my head. "Look," he said putting his hands up in defense. "Protect her just for a couple of weeks that's all I'm asking. Just until we get Benny, then we can erase both of their memories. They will both never know she was with you or about the ring that way she'll be safe. With that no one will know about that ring except you and me." I had to admit that it sounded like a good plan but it was a good plan just for the moment.
"Fine," I grumbled to him. "I'll do it, but you owe me big time, babysitting a young girl who looks not much older than a teenager."
"Oh no, she's not a teenager," he said pushing down a button on the computer keyboard. A picture of a woman appeared on the screen. "She's twenty-seven, I'll email you the information on where she lives and works as well."
I zoned out the sound of Colin's voice, all my attention was on the beautiful woman in the picture that was on the computer monitor. She had long dark brown hair with some red highlights in it, big gorgeous brown eyes, fair skin, sexy full lips and a petite but curvy figure that was irresistible to look at. Beautiful doesn't compare to what she looked…she was absolutely stunning. Colin must've seen something in my change of expression because he had to cough to get my attention.
"She's quite something, isn't she?"
"Yes she is," I choked out as I tore my eyes from the screen to look back at him.
"I don't need to worry about you getting distracted?" He asked.
"No," I said firmly to him.
I've dealt with women like Angelina my whole life and as far as I could remember she wasn't any different from the others. Except for what was going to happen to her if I failed on protecting her. Colin thanked me and promised to email the information as soon as he receives it. This is going to be a long next few weeks I thought to myself as I turned to leave Colin's office. The only question now is how the hell am I going to convince her to come and stay with me without blowing my cover?
"Angelina, Ang!" I jumped nearly spilling my coffee all over my desk and myself.
"Holy shit Betty! You scared the shit out of me," I said as I glared at her. I loved Betty she is always nice to me, a little obnoxious at times but still a great friend.
"Sorry, what's up with you today? You seem a little lost today," she said while examining my face for some sort of answer to her question.
"I just had a rough night last night that's all," I said as I tried to shake the dream I had out of my head but failed horribly.
I was jogging down the street from my apartment building when all of a sudden some guy comes out of know where and started to jog right behind me. I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a black hoodie sweatshirt with the hood up covering his head. I tried to not panic or let paranoia get the best of me but when he made every turn I did, I broke off in a sprint and he quickly mimicked what I did. I was just a few buildings down from my apartment, when I tripped and fell. Just before I could scream in panic for help, I woke up…
"Do you know what you need? Lunch, come my treat," Betty says.
"I don't know Betty, I still have a lot to do and…" She started closing my laptop and all I could do was stare at her in disbelieve. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not taking no for an answer," she said as she tugged on my arm. "You work too much, now come on!"
"Okay," I mumbled while bending down to grab my purse. We headed to a nearby restaurant that we usually go to not far from work.
"You all know that too much work and no play makes Angelina a very boring girl," Betty said while taking a bite out of her burger.
I don't know where she puts all this food she eats, she is so tiny I envy her. I'm not a healthy eater but she overdoes it sometimes. I tried to ignore her sarcasm as I pick at my chicken wrap but sometimes she just won't give up.
"Ha ha ha, I know how to have fun. You make me seem that I have no life at all," I say stubbornly as she rolls her eyes at me.
"You call reading sappy romance books fun?" As she waved her fork in the air. "What about parties and boys?"
"I'm not much of a party girl," I said nor will I ever be, it's never been my thing.
"Okay maybe you're not a party animal but what about boys, huh?" She raised her eyebrows at me. "When was the last time you had a date? Nah, check that when was the last time you slept with a guy?"
"Hey, what the hell does that got to do with anything?" I say trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Everything!" She sighed. "Look Ang, you're twenty-seven and hot as fuck, it's a damn crime that you're still single. You need to get out and start having fun," Betty is hardly the serious one, so when she is it shocks the shit out of me.
I knew her heart was in the right place but I couldn't find it in myself to enter the dating scene again. I thought back to Staunton, Virginia and after Rick. I was heartbroken, it took some time to get over him; he was my first true love. I tried the dating thing after a few years but the sleaze ball guy that I was with cheated on me. I caught him in my bed none the less with a whore of a friend. I couldn't even gather enough strength to scream at him for betraying me. I just wanted him and that whore out of my house.
All I could manage to say to him without going ape shit crazy on the both of them was, 'it's over and get your shit out of my house,' he looked more shocked than I was at the time. I looked at my so called friend who turns out to be one of the biggest whores in town, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her whole body flinch from terror. As I made my way back downstairs, I found my sister Jenifer on the couch drinking a glass of water; she dropped the glass onto the floor when she saw me coming down the stairs. As the glass fell I watch the glass hit the floor in slow motion, when the cup finally hit the floor I watched the glass shatter into a thousand pieces. Then I came to realize that's how my heartfelt, shattered like broken glass. First it was Rick and now this prick Taylor.
"Angelina!" She screamed as she rushed to my side pulling me down to the couch.
"What's wrong? Did Taylor hurt you?" Her voice sounded frantic with worry.
"Taylor… I-I caught him… in bed with that whore…Ryder," was all I was able to choke out behind the sobs.
Every emotion appeared on Jenifer's face all at once; anger, betrayal, pain and sorrow. I don't know how long we sat there holding each other. Now that I really think about it, I never really loved Taylor as much as I loved Rick, that's why the pain wasn't really there as it was for Rick when I lost him. I was also grieving the loss of my best friend Diana at the time; in less than two years I had lost the love of my life and a really good friend. So moving to New York was a must for me to do; I was tired of putting my mother and sister through hell and worry. I needed an escape and starting over in a new place, where no one knew me was just what I needed. The whole charade thing with Rick, Diana, Taylor and Ryder was really the last straw that broke the camel's back and what also gave me strength to take my plans in moving out of that town and to start over, like a new beginning for me. As soon as I finished up college, I packed my bags and left Staunton forever without looking back at the past and trying to focus on my new future.
"Earth to Angelina," I blinked up to see Betty snapping her fingers in my face trying to get my attention.
"Sorry Betty," I mumbled as she slumped back to her seat looking confused.
"Okay Ang you win, I won't force anything onto you if you're not comfortable with it." I smiled apologetically at her.
"Thanks for understanding," I said as I got an idea. "But that doesn't mean we still can't have a girl's night out."
"Really?" Betty asked as I nodded and she let out a faint scream. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said hugging me. "I promise we're going to have a great time out."
"No boys, right?" I asked.
"For me or for you?" She said as she eyed me carefully.
"Jeez, you're so obtuse sometimes. For me of course."
"Deal!" She exclaimed. I laughed, Betty was always a sucker for going out and having a good time.
"Let's head back to work. It's getting late now, I don't need the both of us to get fired," I said, and she groaned but got up and followed suit.
Working at Impressions, a printing and graphic design company in downtown Manhattan had its perks. One, was that it was close to my house and two, I worked with my best friend Betty on brochures, flyers, posters, promotional items and more with only one person to answer to and that was Mr. Walters our boss. Betty and I were the best of the best at Impressions, so getting fired was never a thought, but you never know what could happen if you get on your boss's shit list.
After a long and boring day at work, Betty and I decided to go to a club that was only a few blocks away from us. We could have even walked there but Betty refused, she didn't want to walk in her high heels. I for one, didn't do much to change my normal appearance. I just threw on a silver low cut V cut neck dress that I hardly ever wore because the cut was very low and you can practically see my tits if I leaned down a little too far to pick something up. I added some sexy wedged boots and was all set as we headed out to the club. I was right, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be to walk a few blocks, except for the guys that kept hitting on us on the way to the club. The night actually turned out to be worthwhile. As the night grew later, I could see that I was holding Betty back.
"Go," I shouted at Betty over the loud music, she looked at me like I had ten heads.
"And leave you here alone? No way. What kind of friend would that make me?" She yelled back while shaking her head.
"I'll be fine, besides I think I'll just head back home and try to catch up on some much needed sleep, since I haven't been getting a good nights rest." It's so sweet that she is willing to stay with me even if it meant she was missing out on some exciting fun. "Trust me, go and have a good time," I said to her.
"Okay, you'll catch a cab right? I don't want you walking home alone. Especially at this time of night," she asked concerned.
"Absolutely," I promised. "Now go before some other girl takes your place," I say to her with a smile.
She gave me one last look and smiled before going over to the guy that has been winking and motioning her with his finger for her to come over. As she sauntered up to the guy I let out a sigh and turned to leave. I walked out of the club and was met by a nice cool breeze which felt good on my skin after having spent the last few hours in a stuffy nightclub. Before I knew what I was doing, I started walking in the direction of my apartment. I know I promised Betty that I would get a cab but it's a few blocks, it's not like I never walked by myself at night before. I came to think as I walked home that I expected a lot of things when I came to this city but I didn't expect the peace I would find here. It wasn't necessarily happy but it was pretty damn close.
Out of nowhere, I heard a suspicious sound behind me and when I turned to look behind me to see what it was, I was suddenly engulfed by very strong arms, practically dragging me into a nearby dark alley. Before I could scream a hand closed over my mouth. I tried to fight him off of me but he had me in an iron grasp that there was no escaping. This was almost like the dream I had but this time there was no waking up. Tears of terror started too streaked down my face.
"Shhh," the deep male voice was at my ear. "It's okay, calm down Angelina," he said in a soft soothing voice.
How the fuck does he knows my name? I tried to make sense of it but my knees gave away and then everything went completely black. As my eyes closed I prayed to God that I was dying but much to my disappointment I could feel myself regaining consciousness. I could hear everything around me again. We weren't in the streets anymore, there was no sounds of cars blaring by down the street from afar; there was only complete silence. I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room, which had a huge bed and some impressive furniture that lined the room. As I continued to scan the room, I saw my black hooded kidnapper standing in the darkest corner of the room furthest from me. He was just staring at me. I let out a faint yell for help but he didn't move one inch. I tried to get up and run only to realize that I was tied down to a damn chair. I panicked and tried to free my hands that were tied down too.
"Careful beautiful, you'll hurt yourself," my kidnapper said to me in the same voice I heard in the alleyway. His voice was soft, soothing and alluring as he moved slowly towards me like I was some cornered animal.
"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered and pleaded to him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured me as he put his hands up in defense.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked trying to slow my breathing. I still couldn't see his face under the hood, and then I remembered… "You called me Angelina," I whispered.
At this point he pulled down the hoodie to his sweatshirt. If I weren't so afraid I would've been swooning over this man. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was tall, muscular and his features were chiseled and beautiful. The white tank top that he was wearing underneath his sweatshirt showed off his impressive muscular frame. He had dark hair, almost jet-black looking. It was short but scruffy looking in a sexy way.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I just wanted to talk to you and I knew you wouldn't be so co-operative if I would have approached you on the side of the street," he said moving closer towards me.
"Stop!" I shrieked. "If you don't want to hurt me then let me go. And if you wanted to talk, you should've asked!"
"It's not that simple and I can't let you go yet," he said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean you can't?" I shouted towards him. "Let me go you creepy bastard!"
He moved fast, before I could say another word he was crouched below me with his hand caressing my cheek. I should've screamed at him to get away from me or pulled my face away from him touching me but I let him. It felt amazing against my skin. Something I hadn't let anybody do in a very long time, it was almost soothing.
"Angelina please, you have to trust me."
Dealing with fear and anger was so much better than these strange and foreign emotions that paralyzed me at this moment. All I wanted to do was to jump on him at this very moment and it kind of scared me that I was thinking like that.
"How can I? I don't even know you," I whispered back to him.
"You will, I'll explain later, just calm down," his voice sounded strained or maybe it was my mind that's playing tricks on me.
When I looked into his eyes; I couldn't make out their color due to the small amount of light that was in the room, blue or green maybe? Involuntary I let my face shift so that my lips touched the inside of his palm. He froze for a second and then his face moved towards mine and I felt the rope around my hands loosen. All I could think about is how much I wanted this man. Everything about him is so tempting and alluring, it's driving me crazy.
"You are free but if you run I will drag you right back here," he threatened with his lips inches from mine. A warm shiver ran down my spine and I took in a shaky breath…breathing in his erotic masculine scent was so intoxicating. I couldn't even keep a steady clear thought around him.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.
"Because I want you," he whispered.
That was it for me, I didn't even let him finish as I found myself brushing my lips up against his. He returned the kiss immediately; his lips were hard, passionate and wanting against mine. My breathing changed and came in gasps as he lifted me off the chair. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he started to back me up against the wall pushing his growing erection into me. His lips never left mine as he held my arms up over my head and began trailing kisses and love bites down my neck. My mind couldn't comprehend what I was doing anymore. I suddenly felt my back against the mattress and I knew there was no turning back from this now, I honestly wanted him in a strange and weird way. I was not sure how long I've spent moaning in pleasure from him touching and licking me in places I never thought were possible. He slowly ran his fingers over my slick wet pussy. Then ever so slowly, he stuck one finger into me then two. He then started to kiss me down my neck over my collar bone and in between my breasts. Until he licked straight down over my stomach not before he dipped his tongue into my belly button making me moan even louder. He made his way down even further till his mouth was on my swollen nub. He licked and teased me till my legs became weak from the pleasure.
Did it matter that I didn't know his name? That he was my kidnapper and possibly even a murderer? That I was naked underneath him in a room that I've never seen before in my life? Did it matter that he was about to take me? No, none of those things mattered because there was nothing that I wanted more at this very moment but him. I will deal with whatever consequences I must face tomorrow, if I lived to see a tomorrow that is. But for now I will devour my own personal nightmare and turn it into a pleasurable fantasy.
I gasped when he got on top of me and slide his big, thick cock inside of me. The feel of him deep inside of me is unbelievable, something that I missed doing. He pumped into me slowly and oh so passionately like he's making love to someone that he knew for some time, not a complete stranger like me. I can't control my body anymore, nobody has ever touched me like this. I can start to feel my legs quiver as my pussy tightens and I come. I come so hard that I think I saw stars, he follows suit and comes seconds later. As he pulls out of me he kisses me passionately. He turns me over on my side and wraps his strong muscular arms around me. I feel dead tired and my eyes slowly begin to close from the exhaustion from this crazy night.
The sun shined, sending the light directly into my eyes. I groaned realizing that I couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer. Then I thought about what happened last night and then I didn't want to open my eyes. I mentally went through a check list of what happened after I left Betty at the club. Okay one, I was kidnapped. Two, he was not a figment of my imagination, he was definitely real and third I did indeed slept with him.
I didn't even know his name and yet I still slept him. It was amazing though, I knew I would remember it fifty years from now. He was that good as I thought to myself and laughed. I said I would take whatever punishment waited for me; I guess God decided to take me up on my offer. As I slowly opened my eyes I realized that I was in a different bedroom than the one I remembered from last night. This one was bigger and had a bigger bed; I swear ten people could fit comfortably into this bed. I slowly turned over and noticed the bed was empty. The furniture was just as impressive but a bit darker and more masculine than the other room. There were two large beautiful striking paintings of scenery's that hung on the wall. Also there were two large wooden doors and a single door in the opposite direction that were both closed.
I'm going out on a limb here but I'm guessing this is his bedroom. Butterflies started to attack my stomach at the thought of facing him and what happened between us last night. Well it was now or never, I had to find him and get the hell out of here before I lose my cool. I looked around for my silver dress but I couldn't find it. Shit! What do I wear now? I couldn't just walk around this place naked! I climbed off the bed taking the top sheet with me as I walked through the single door. Once I opened the door I realized that it was a bathroom. All white and huge, so I decided to put it to some good use.
I felt a little better after a quick refreshing shower. I was extra careful not to get my hair wet. I knew I wasn't going to find a blow dryer anywhere in here. Feeling a little guilty, I used his toothbrush. After what we did last night, shit what was the point of worrying what he thought? I had no idea what I was going to wear so I pushed open the two wooden doors, and too my surprise it was a closet. Not just any closet but a huge walk-in closet, filled with clothes from every angle. I took one of his shirts from a dozen of them off the hanger and put it on. I thought about taking a pair of his pants but decided against it. I strolled over to the window and opened up the curtain slowly. My mouth hit the floor when I saw that the 'window' was actually a sliding door leading to a spacious and roomy balcony. That was not the only thing that made my mouth hit the floor, I was three stories up, overlooking a huge and spacious backyard and a massive pool! From what I could see, this was definitely a mansion.
This is crazy! I thought to myself as I exited the room and found myself in a hallway, I was going to get lost and I knew it. I started to walk to my right and thought that this guy cannot be real; he's hot and rich too? This is hardly fair. I sighed when I came across a grand staircase but I thought to myself, he is real. I spotted him sipping coffee by the kitchen; he was wearing a delectable dark blue suit. The memory I had of him in a semi-lit room did not do him any justice. He was strikingly dead sexy under the precise light.
He was sitting with an older brown haired woman, maybe in her early fifties? Was it his mother? I took a deep breath when I couldn't see a resemblance. She looked up at me then quickly looked away, she didn't seem surprised to see me. Ah, so seeing women come down the stairs in nothing but one of his shirts was normal for her? I don't know why that seemed to upset me but it did. He didn't look up until I made my way down to the last step. When his eyes met mine for that brief moment I held my breath. I was right about his eyes being blue, really blue none the less. His eyes watched me carefully, detached and full of desire as he slowly took in my appearance. The look he gave me confirmed fear number three, oh yeah we slept together because the way he looked at me was like he wanted to take me back upstairs for round two. A shiver ran down my spine as I dropped my eyes down to the floor not wanting to make any more eye contact.
"Good morning," he said turning his attention back to his cup of coffee.
"Morning I guess. Where are my clothes?"
"I disposed of them. I figured you wouldn't run if you didn't have any clothes," he calmly replied.
"You what?" I shouted at him. "You have no right to just throw my clothes away! Who the fuck do you think you are?" I glared him furiously.
"I'm the guy that kidnapped you remember," he said in a threatening tone and flashed me a menacing smile. I flinched. Even though he was gorgeous beyond belief and we slept together; something told me I was skating on thin ice with him. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
"Look I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home," I said my voice a soft plea. "What do you want from me?" My sudden mood switch threw him off for a moment.
"Right now I just want you to stay put," he said. I thought I heard a plea of his own in his tone.
"Can you tell me why I'm here and why me?" I asked.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be asking questions. What is important is that you're safe here, end of discussion," his blue eyes flashed towards me.
I realized that talking to him was useless at this point. I turned to the woman, who seemed oblivious to what was going on between us. Was she in on the secret too? I quickly turned to the older woman and pleaded.
"Excuse me ma'am can you please help me, I have to get out of here it's not safe for me to be here. Please," I pleaded to her and for a moment she looked shocked but then her face quickly turned blank.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I can't help you," she said with a deep Latin accent. "Rest assured this is the safest place you can be."
"No, no its not, please…" I whispered as I desperately shook my head.
"Yes it is," she persisted. "No one here will harm you sweetie, including Mr. Evers, you should listen to him he knows what's best for you," I looked back at him.
He seemed to ignore my plea to this woman. It was only then I whispered 'Evers.' Then I saw a strange emotion in his eyes. I couldn't understand what it was? What was he longing for, that he didn't have already? I thought bitterly to myself.
"No he doesn't, please help me." I tried one last time, knowing very well that this was a losing battle. I could never win with him, hell he even had his staff keep me here locked up like his prisoner. She smiled apologetically then walked away leaving the both of us in the kitchen. "Wait," I tried to scream but only a whimper came out.
I didn't want to admit it but I felt afraid to be left alone with him. He was devastatingly handsome and he had a dangerous aura about him. I could feel his gaze on me but I didn't dare to meet his eyes. So instead I sunk to the floor and wrapped my arms around my legs, breathing deeply trying to calm myself down from a full blow panic attack.
"If you just relax you would see that she's actually telling the truth," he said with calm soothing voice.
"Who are you to judge what's true or not? You've got your maid lying for you," I shouted at him as I got up off the floor. He was really furious now, something told me to run but I was stuck here, frozen.
"I don't have maids. I have help and they are considered family around here, so I suggest you start showing me some fucking respect," he shouted at me.
I recoiled as thought that he just might slap me, it felt like he did by the tone in his voice and I deserved it too. Though I didn't mean any disrespect towards him or his staff, I was just mad. I slumped back down to the floor and for one spilt second I thought I seen him flinched too.
"Stephanie, clear my schedule for this morning. I'm going to be a little late today," he said as I looked up to see him talking on his cell phone. I then realized I had one more weapon in my arsenal. "Angelina, please get up off the floor," he said quietly as he put his cell back inside of his pocket.
"It's not like you care. So why bother," I countered back at him but he didn't say anything. "I'll call the police then," I threatened.
"Go ahead," he laughed like I was missing something obvious. "You'll just be wasting your time."
"What the hell does that mean?" I got up off the floor again staring at him dumbfounded.
"They won't help you. I made sure of it," he said nonchalantly while taking another sip of his coffee. I was shocked when I realized he actually meant it.
"How? Who are you?" I whispered to him.
"I'm Dennis Evers, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier," he said amused with himself.
Dennis Evers? It couldn't possibly be true but it was. Holy shit! I remember Betty saying something about him and his company; wanting to set up some sort of graphic design image for his company and that Impressions was one of the top choices. I didn't know much about him anyway but from what Betty told me he was a corporate mogul type, rich and powerful. He ran a multibillion dollar business called Evers and Evers Communications at a very young age. That explains a lot, like why he kidnapped me so easily and why his mansion looks like a freaking castle and also why I couldn't call the police. My face dropped into my hands from pure disbelief.
"No one will believe me anyway. They'll all think I'm some sort of crazy girl hopped up on something," I muttered to myself. Maybe I should consider another possibility.
"I wouldn't run either if I were you; we're not in the city anymore. Plus there are guards all around the estate," he said as I dashed passed him. "And I gave them a thorough description of a young woman that might try to run. I told them to keep her here at all cost," I froze right on the spot.
It was pointless to run now. He and his guards would just drag me back here. I don't know what I was thinking when I grabbed a tall glass vase. He didn't even turn around to look at me and what I had in my hands.
"This can be easy or this can be very hard. It's your choice but either way you're not going anywhere," he added with his back to me.
I quietly walked towards him with the vase in my hand and aimed it in the direction of his head. It was a blur when he turned and grabbed the vase right out of my hands before it could hit him. I staggered back as he stood up with anger returning into his eyes as he charged towards me.
"You're really starting to piss me off!" He shouted.
Fear stricken, I retreated back gasping only to be stopped by a locked door. I whimpered as I couldn't look at him anymore. I wrapped my arms around myself. Suddenly he stopped and put the vase down like it scorched his hand. He put his hands up in defense and took a few steps back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," he said with his soft soothing voice returning once again. I looked up at him in shock. "I don't hit women," he then added. Obviously offended by the idea that I thought he would hit me. He looked at me like I'd just hit him below the belt. Why did I feel the need to comfort him? I automatically dropped my arms. "Angelina, I know this is stressful for you but please trust me. I just need you to stay here so that I know you're safe. Like Carmella said I won't hurt you and neither will anyone one else by you staying here."
"I want the truth."
"That is not the best time to explain," he turned away from me.
"What about my family and friends? What about my job? They're going to realize that I'm missing and they'll come looking for me," I added.
"No, they won't," he assured.
"You see, you left a message for them last night and told them that you decided to take a well deserved secret vacation. You told them not worry about anything and you'll call once you get back to town," he said poring himself another cup of coffee.
"What? I didn't call them…" before I could continue, he pulled out his phone and my voice came through after my mom's answering machine went off. That was it, there were no more weapons left in my arsenal and there was definitely no escaping… I didn't even care at this point how the hell his phone was able to perfectly mimic my voice because he could kill me now and no one would ever know it was him who did it. "I didn't tell them where I was," I whispered. "Or when I was coming back," I looked into his worried eyes and I could feel myself go weak in the knees in front of him.
At this point I didn't want to fight the darkness that was threatening to overtake my body. For a moment he looked horrified. I didn't understand why but I looked up at him questioningly. Then out of nowhere everything went black…
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