My Stripper Mate (Original)

Chapter 4

I had just gotten off work and was walking home. About 2 minutes from my home the same creep in the truck pulled up next to me.

"Hey. It's dark at least let me give you a ride now." He yelled at me.

"No I don't know you, and I don't trust you! Leave me alone!" I yelled back now furious that nobody would leave me alone.

"No!" He yelled back sounding just as angry as I was. "You will come with me whether you like it or not!" He yelled and stopped his truck taking the keys out. I started to run when I saw his passenger door open too. He brought friends to help kidnap me! I decided my best bet would be to run home instead because I can lock the door. Plus I just really want to go home.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I yelled as they started to gain on me. My bag was slowing me down so I dropped it and ran faster. Whoever was in the passenger's seat grabbed it. It was too dark to tell who it was but the driver grabbed me by my waist and held me to his chest. I felt tingles run up my arms where his skin was touching mine and I tried to call for help but he covered my mouth. I also felt tingles where his hand was over my mouth. He leaned close to my ear and whispered to me.

"Shhh." He cooed in my ear. "You'll be okay. I got you." He then proceeds to kiss below my ear and despite my hate for him, I shiver in delight.

"Take her stuff to the car then come back with the suitcase." He tells his passenger.

"Fuck you!" I yell into his hand, but it sounded more like ugh eww. He lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates through his chest and through my body making me tingle. What the fuck is going on. How is he doing this to me?

I continue to struggle as I kicked my legs, but he is too tall so my feet just dangle in the air. I try to wiggle my shoulders and escape but he is holding on too tight. I go to my last resort and bite his hand.

"Shit!" He yells and yanks his hand back.

"Help!" I shout. "Somebody please h-" I'm cut off by him putting his hand back over my mouth.

"Bad. Don't fucking do that. You are coming with me so don't try to escape." He said in my ear. His hot breath fanning down my neck. Damn him.

"Wilder I got it." The guy comes back. Wilder. Holly hot damn. That's a hot name and I'm not even ashamed to admit...okay maybe I'm a little ashamed to admit but it's hot okay.

"Well let's go," Wilder said still holding me. "Now tell me where you live so we can go pack up your stuff." He tells me. Since I can't talk I shake my head no.

"Either you will tell me or I will find out for myself," He said. "And if you make me find it myself let me just say that," he paused and leaned close to me to whisper in my ear. "You will regret it." Shivers wracked down my body and he chuckled and began walking.

"Where. Just point to where you live." He said. I contemplated on whether I should tell him or not. I sighed. He is going to kidnap me anyway might as well tell him and not get punished. I point to the cheap apartment where everything looks like it came from hell its self. Once we got to the steps leading to my apartment I could see the people who were kidnapping me. Wilder had dark brown hair with blue-grey eyes and the most handsome 5 o'clock shadow I've ever seen. I looked behind me and saw a man with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes instead of Wilder's warm blue-gray. He looked like they could pierce your soul. He looked vaguely familiar. I looked harder, and the closer we got to the light, the more I recognized him. Zeke.

"Moneybags! Zeke help me!" I yelled it wasn't understandable so Wilder made me promise not to scream then took his hand off of my mouth.

"Mr. Moneybags? Zeke what are you doing. Help me. Don't just stand there." I said calmly and reached a hand out to him.