Chapter 30: Kidnapped - Part.1

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It was 9 in the morning, and awoken to see Kamala dressed up perfectly of course she smiled at me, glowing as every.

"How's my hubby doing?" She said as she repeatedly gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled at the sight of her beautifulness and cuteness.

"Everything is better when your here." I purred laying on her chest as she caresses my hair.

"I wanted to hangout with you alone together." She said as I held her hand, the weekend is closing in and almost time for us to head back to DC, of course Kamala prefer spending more time with me and the family. Enjoying ourselves while it lasts. We had picnic yesterday, and then we both made love last night, it was the most beautiful thing ever.

"I'll go get dressed then." I hopped out of the bed and ran to the washroom to get ready, avoiding any problems.

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After I got dressed ready for our date, Kamala and I walked out of our rooms, greeting our families as we left for the food court for breakfast, afterwards we left the hotel. No secret service agents watching us and lastly we're alone together like this.

We both took a cab to the mall, so we go have a fun filled evening. Kamala looked happy as we held hands in the public. Many took photos and so many tabloids here and there, I usually ignore them, Kamala pays no mind to them at all, during her first few day as Vice President before we started dating, that is until we became closer and closer. There's nothing in this world I want, she's the only one for me. Now pregnant with our child, Kamala and I are soon to be wedded.

After we took a ride to the mall, we both held hands walking as people noticed and took photos here and there. Kamala and I walked past as we spend a whole day out and about.

"Anything for my future wife?" I asked as we both went up to the Dunkin Donuts counter. Kamala pointed out a mocha latte and chocolate donut in return I also got the samething. I ended up purchasing our snacks as we walked drinking from our cups. Everything seemed fine but I noticed Kamala looking a bit nervous.

"Is everything okay babe?" I looked at her as she turned to me with worry in her eyes.

"I feel like someone is following us." She said in a low alarming tone. My eyes widened as I looked around, people were coming and going while with other people, some even brought families.

"Don't worry baby, no one won't hurt you as long as I'm here." I said cheering her up as she smiled. We both continued walking as we went inside each store looking at stuff, purchasing gifts, took a picture in the photo booth, bought Kamala victoria secret outfits and looked around some more.

After a long day of walk, Kamala and I ate at the food court, but...she began to look around. I couldn't helped but to worry.

"Baby, are you okay?" I questioned as she then looked at me faintly smiling. Trying not worry me as I began frowning. Her expression says the opposite.

"What's wrong with you?" I questioned again as looked worried.

"Alex, it's nothing..." No it's not, and I can tell something is up and I can sense it too.

"Forget it, let have some fun together." She placed her hand on mine as I furrowed my eyebrow in concern. As long as she's okay then I'm willing to stop worrying about it. Kamala then got up.

"I'm going to the ladies room, I'll be back." She then kissed me on the lips before walking off taking her purse with her. I then went ahead and wait for her return so we can eat together.

Kamala's POV

I promised myself I wouldn't worry myself especially infront of Alex, just now I felt like someone is following me and watching my every move. I looked around to see if there's anyone in sight, hardlly no person anywhere which makes it more scarier. I took deep breathes hoping for a sign of good. The ladies room light is on, at least that's a relief.

As I walked in to use a bathroom, I got inside the stall, just in time. While I'm sitting on the toilet looking at my phone through the emails for presidental businesses. Footsteps were made, and it got closer and closer until it stop right in front of the stall where I was. I jumped a little remaining calm.

"Um excuse me, there's another stall next door. I'm busy so I'll be out." I said when it suddenly tapped I couldn't help but to be disturbed angrily.

"Ma'am I said I'm busy, so go use a different stall." No reply back and then another tap, this time I became mad.

"Listen lady, I just said I'm busy now if you don't move it, I'll call the cops!" Then a bang on the door as I screamed in terror, I got up from the seat after using it to put on panties back on. I flinched as tears began to form, I wish Alex was here...

"Alex....Help me..." I sobbed softly as the door opens there Montel appears.

"Alex isn't here." He evily chuckles as he then roughly grabbed and muffled me up as I screamed loudly.

*screaming*

I tried to break free but he is stronger as I tried to shove him out of the way, suddenly I got knocked out....

Everything is black....I need Alex.

"Alex....help..."

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I waited and waited, still no reply. I became worried so I went to check up on her.

The back door was opened, as the ladies room light is on.

"Kamala, are you okay?" No reply, something bad happened. I ran inside to see her purse and phone lying on the ground as I screamed out calling for help. I searched high and low, I was panicking. This is mine fault!

"KAMALA...." I called out when my phone buzzed with an unknown message.

"If you call the cops, the Vice President and your unborn child dies bitch." It says as I clenched my fist angrily.

Who the fuck took Kamala!?

I then called Maya on the phone as she began crying. Everyone in the background panicked.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE!!!" Meena yelled.

"I don't know what happened but I need to find her..." I cried as police came to my assistance.

"Sir, we're gonna escort you back to your hotel room." An agent said as we walked, the only thing I had of Kamala's was her purse and phone....

Kamala, where are you?

To be continued to Chapter 31....

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