In Your Clutches

Part 1: Those Stormy Silver Eyes

AMELIA

I opened my eyes when I heard someone shaking me from my either side.

Blinking rapidly for about twenty seconds, I could finally open my eyes fully. It took me sometime to adjust to the brightness of the room. I held in my breath, panicking as I what I saw around me did not seem familiar. My head and limbs hurt terribly.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes again, trying to remember, even through the pain in my head and my limbs that how I could've landed on this strange, dark place where nothing seemed familiar. I started to panic and tears began forming in my eyes but I held them in.

I released my breath when I saw my father sitting in front of me on a black leather sofa.

As he looked at me I could tell from his pale skin and the sweat running down the side of his face that something was very wrong.

Worry was etched in his entire body, and the daunting look in his light brown eyes dimmed its usual vibrancy. Dad actually looked scared.

Why did he look like that now? What could have happened? When he stood I rushed over to him and hugged him. We pulled apart and he took both my hands into his then planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Papa, what's going on? Where are we? Who's home is this? I... I got kidnapped and brought here, why?" I asked, my stomach churning.

"Amelia... something's happened." His voice was shaky.

"What's happened?" I asked him.

"Remember that discussion we had some time ago about what huge changes would happen in regard to your life?"

My lips parted and I narrowed my eyes, unsure where he was going with this conversation.

"Yes... I do."

Of course I remembered that discussion very well. Coincidentally, I was thinking about it earlier. It hadn't been far from my thoughts so it didn't take much to remember how confused I was after Dad and I spoke.

As I gazed at him, my breath hitched with trepidation as I considered why he'd brought up the subject now.

I'd been kidnapped and brought to this home. A place I'd never been before, to meet my father, who looked scared. I shifted my gaze from his to look around the living room and I bit down hard on my teeth to keep them from chattering.

When I returned my focus to Dad, I brought my hands together, tightly.

"Who's house is this, Papa?"

"It's mine." Came a deep baritone voice from the far corner of the room. I snapped around and my gaze landed on the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life.

The first thing I noticed about this man was his height. He was much taller than me, and that wasn't very rare, his shoulders were broad. His striking appearance and those piercing grey eyes that captured and held my attention. You could say that they looked like the grey of last ashes of the fire. They were stormiest silver eyes I had ever seen and I couldn't look away.

He was tall, foreboding, and the suit that he had worn looked expensive and it fit him like a glove—like it was made for him and gave a full view of his well-muscled body.