This man is crazy. I think I've officially been kidnapped. It's been thirty minutes since he told me no. He's been ignoring every question since. Even going as far as turning the radio up til I practically became one with the bass. Even when he parks the car, he rushes out. But he can't avoid this and keep me here. I have a life to live.
"I'm 25 years old, you can't tell me what to do you kidnapper."
"I'm 28 so I can." Is that really going to be the first thing he says to me?
"Wow, a whole three year difference. If that's really going to be your defense I'm definitely leaving now" I start to head to the room he gave me.
"NO YOU'RE NOT" I freeze in my tracks. His tone feels so different. Like he's worried. What the hell is going on?
"If this was an easy fix I'd let you go but I can't. And I can't explain it to you right now but for your safety you have to stay. "
"That literally means nothing to me. You realize how many men tell you that they can't explain right now but to trust them anyway. That has gone bad way too many times so sorry but I'm all out of trust." I can see the confusion on his face but it is not the time to get into my trust issues and trauma. I realize we are the only ones in the house. Makes me wonder where Nick is. I'm sure he would be here trying to convince me to stay too or at least enjoying the show, breaking some of this tension.
"I can answer basic questions at most to help you rethink leaving. But I haven't had the best day so can you please not fight me for once." I guess at least getting a couple answers is better than nothing.
"Fine then was this just a random break in?"
"No." Well if I wasn't worried before I am now.
" Do you know what they wanted?"
" I have an idea but after tomorrow I should know more." Not exactly helpful information.
" Okay last question. Why do you care so much about what might happen to me?" His gaze finally meets mine after a long pause. It's like he's fighting himself to answer.
"Because if something happens to you it will be my fault." And just like that the air is knocked out of my lungs. This is all his fault. He's doing all this because he feels guilty. Why am I even surprised? I guess I need to tell Celine she was wrong. He doesn't care. At least not the way I want him to.
"Sweetheart focus."
"Don't call me that. Especially not now. I'm in danger because of you for some strange reason you're not even sure of and I'm supposed to focus on which part exactly?"
"Look at least just stay the week. I'll try to solve this as soon as possible and then I'll stay out of your life all together." I take a second to consider my choices. Stay here with 24/7 protection. But, with the person that caused this. Or go back to my place and possibly get killed over something I don't even know yet because I don't want to see this man right now. As much as I want to choose the second, I have to be logical. I can't have my mother find her daughter's dead body in her apartment.
" Fine, I'll stay. You have one week."
"Thank you."
"But if I have to stay here, Celine will be coming over. It's my turn to host book club."
"No she's not and you won't be going back to the store for the rest of the week." This man is unbelievable. If he's going to trap me here he could at least try to be considerate. Like I'd let him run my life.
" Yes she is. You want me to stay, you need to get used to how I do things and not go back to the store. Yea you've lost it if you think that."
"Why do you always have to disagree? It's not safe for you to be there."
"You literally sent guards to watch me, it's fine"
"I don't care."
"You don't seem to care about a lot of things. Be honest with yourself, the only reason I'm here right now is because if something happens to me you'll feel guilty. I'm just a game to you and you don't want a game to be stuck in your head when you move on to the next."
I realized my mouth moved before my brain could. The one time I need a filter my brain fails me. Rocky crosses the room at an inhuman speed. Grabbing my neck to pull me close making me feel his breath on my lips.
He reaches back to grab his gun. In the next second Nick rounds the corner complaining about some random guy in the parking lot. When he sees us very close together he freezes.
"SHIT sorry. I'm sorry. Carry on I saw nothing" He covers his eyes and walks into the staircase. I don't think I've ever hated anyone more.
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For What Its Worth...Lust
RomanceMafia/Enemies to lovers How does a deal go so wrong that you end up bleeding and hit in the head with a broom? What else could possibly go wrong? Judgement welcome Soon to be self published?
