Collided worlds

Chapter 5

Asher fucking Reid. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere. The second he turned, i knew he was the one who kidnapped me. He was the one who took over his father's business but then again, why did he kidnap me?

Was it because i hit his men? Jesus, i didn't realise hitting wannabe rapists had consequences.

"Asher." I spit his name out with disgust as he stood up and started walking towards us with a smirk on his face.

"Katherine." The way my name rolled off his tongue has never sounded more perfect- what on earth are you thinking?
"Theo, Bash, Leave us." His gaze was fixed on me but his words were directed to the two guys. Theo and Bash, interesting.

Once they left, Asher gestured to the couch and i immediately responded to that with a glare which intensified his smirk.

"Don't be a child, Katherine." He rolled his eyes at my behaviour. "Sit down." Being the mature person that i am, i reluctantly agreed to sit down on the couch which just happened to be in front of him. "Wine?" He asked while pouring himself a glass. Deciding not to give him an answer, he sighed and poured one for me anyway.

"Where did you learn to do that?" He questioned, studying me carefully. i knew exactly what he was talking about, he wanted to know how i managed to untie myself back in the basement. "Netflix." I lied, obviously.

He shook his head at my answer with a neutral face. I can't even tell whether he believed it or not and i usually can tell by reading their expressions. Asher's face stayed neutral the whole time. "Drink."

My right hand reached for the glass of wine on its own. I was so thirsty that i drank the whole thing in one go. I placed the glass back on the table and looked up to Asher only to see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "What? I was thirsty."

"I couldn't tell." He said sarcastically, receiving an eye roll from me. "How long has it been since you kidnapped me?"

"Five hours." I almost choked on my saliva upon hearing his words. "I was in the fucking basement, unconscious, tied to a chair for five hours?"

He nodded, "My father, Jonathan, used the wrong syringe. You were supposed to be out for only two hours."

Sighing, i asked the question ive been dying to know. "What am i doing here?"

"You somehow managed to take down two of my.... Trained-" He looked at me unsure of what to say before continuing, "Bodyguards. Yeah."

"Okay." I trailed off, realising of how bad i screwed up. "They were trying to make a move on me. It was self defence."

"Self defence, huh?" Amusement took over his features. "And where did you learn this 'self-defence', By watching netflix?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. I already mentally banged my head against the wall a hundred times. "Is this why you kidnapped me? To ask me these questions? You could have texted, you know?"

"Katherine." He stood up, "There was a camera in the basement you were locked in." He stated before holding out his hand for me to take. "Come on."

Shit.

"Where are we going?", Not bothering to take his hand, i stood up by myself earning another sigh of annoyance from him. "To my office."

Okay then.

He walked and i followed behind him until he reached yet another stair. I walked the steps behind him and once we reached, he opened a room- his office. Everything was orderly arranged, it was clean and very black and white. So modern, his entire house, this entire place screams 'I am billionaire.'

"Sit." he gestured to the chair in front of his desk while he went to sit on his chair which was made with leather- you could tell.

"Why did you think it was your father who kidnapped you?" He questioned, his gaze fixed on me. He does not need to know things which didn't concern him so, i changed subject. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"I did not kidnap you." He answered using the same tone i did, "My father did, along with my men without my knowledge." I almost rolled my eyes at him mocking the tone i used. "Only after They kidnapped you, was i informed."

At this point, i was resisting the urge to use the same tone. "Aren't you the boss?" I could not help myself, after all. He was obviously fighting off a smile by the way he had his fist in front of his mouth and cleared his throat when i looked. "I am the boss, yes. But these men respects my father as much as they respect me. After all, he was their former boss."

"Then perhaps, i should ask your father why he kidnapped me." I stated as he looked at me in amusement. What was he amused by?

"Temporary misplacement."

I looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What temporary misplacement?"

"You keep using the word 'Kidnapped', are you being treated like someone who has been kidnapped?" He questioned, placing his hands on the glass table in front of us and started playing with his rings.

"Well, yes. Need i remind you how i woke up tied to a chair in a basement which smelt like death?"

"That was not my doing." He sighed, "But you still managed to get out of these ropes and broke my chair. How about after you came out of the basement? Are you being treated like someone who has been kidnapped?"

"No." i stated, truthfully. I wasn't being treated like someone who has been kidnapped. I am not even being held up so what the hell am i still doing here?
"Can i go home?"

He nodded, "I will have someone take you home." I smiled at him before getting up, ready to leave when i saw Jonathan standing in front of the door.

"Katherine, sweetheart." He grinned, "How are you doing? You like it here yet? Met my son? You talked? You like him?"

"God, take me now." Asher groaned behind me. Okay so, he's dramatic.

"Son." Jonathan looked at his son with a wide smile, like a really wide smile. "Have you talked?"

Asher rolled his eyes at his dad, "Did you just kidnap a girl so that she and i could have a conversation?"

We both looked at Jonathan as if he was a psychopath. He looked deep in thought until he spoke, "No. I was hoping that you two would be attracted to each other at first sight to a point where your clothes would be off during the talking stage itself." He sighed, "But obviously, judging by how decent you two look, that did not happen. A man can only dream."

"I don't even know him." I pointed out. "Don't you think that was a little bit extreme?"

"I have alcohol in my system." Jonathan shrugged, "No such thing as extreme for me."

"You're telling me you kidnapped Katherine because you have alcohol in your system and your drunk ass wanted to play match maker?" Asher summarised everything his father did.

"That's about it." Jonathan hummed. "She is perfect for you. You saw the video in which she kicked the ass of those two men."

"It was self-defence-" I sighed, lying again. "I am not interested in your son, Jonathan. Drunk or not, it was a little bit extreme."

"I know and i apologize." He sounded sincere enough. "You can go home."

"Thanks." I smiled at him. That was one hell of an experience, honestly. "I'll send someone-" Asher's sentence was interrupted by gunshots.