"What?!" I screamed. Lucas winced and brought one hand to his ear. "I can't marry you!"
"Actually," he said. "You have to."
"Wait a minute," I said, recalling something. "You said your boss was your dad."
"Yeah."
"Why the heck do you call him the boss and not Dad or Father," I said.
"It's..." He looked for the right words. "Complicated."
"How so?"
He drew a hard face before facing the front of the car again. "That's all you need to know."
I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, but I'm too curious for my own good. I was about to interrogate him more when we took a sharp turn into what I think was a driveway. A very long driveway...
He sighed in relief when we stopped. He opened his door, then came around and opened mine. He was polite...too polite.
When I stepped out, I had to gasp. The house was huge.
It was a large mansion with grey stone and white framework everywhere. There were at least four stories and so many stairs, the place could be mistaken for a small palace.
I turned around, taking everything in. The grounds were huge. No wonder it took so long for us to make it down the driveway. When the car pulled away, I noticed a fountain that was dab right in the middle if the driveway, acting as a center piece, with the driveway coiling around it in a circle. It was surrounded by small shrubs and flowers before the stone of the driveway started.
"Wow."
This is so much bigger than my house.
"Come on," Lucas said.
"But-"
"You can look at everything later."
I was about to argue, but his face said it all.
"If you're not going to come willingly, like you said you would, I will throw you over my shoulder or drag you inside."
I looked at him in shock. He started for me, picked me up, and carried me, thrashing, through the front doors. Once we were inside I stopped thrashing so he could put me down, but he didn't. Instead we started going up the stairs.
Oh my Gosh. No.
I shut my eyes and clutched close to Lucas. I could hear him chuckling so I smacked the back of him head. In return he purposefully dropped my backpack so he had to go all the way down the stairs and back up again.
That little bastard. Huh. I guess I don't need a lesson in cussing.
He was walking for the longest time ever, when my arms got tired from swinging around. I looked down and noticed Lucas had dark jeans on. The jeans had pockets. I contemplated putting my hands in them before thinking what the hay. I was getting married to him anyway.
I stuck my hands in his pockets and Lucas stopped. I could feel my face heating up, but my arms were feeling better, so there was no way I was going to remove my hands.
"What?" I asked innocently.
Lucas sucked in a breath before walking a few more steps and entering a room. Finally he decided to put me down.
"Thank you," I said in what I thought was a dignified voice.
He put my bag on the comfiest looking bed I have ever seen and then turned to me.
"Your bathroom is through that door there," he said as he pointed. "And my room is right across the hall."
"Too good for me?" I asked sarcastically.
"Absolutely," he said. "Actually it's customary. We don't share a room until after our wedding."
"And when will that be?"
"In about a month," he said. "Maybe less. It depends on the how close the FBI are on our trail."
"Wow," I said. "So I'm guessing it's nothing big."
"Well the wedding legally binding us together won't be big. But if you want an actual wedding after that, I might be willing to arrange one."
I nodded my head. "So, can I can some food?" My stomach growled right on cue.
Lucas laughed. "Sure. What do you want?"
"Do you have any clam chowder?"
***
Hey!
So I like how this book is going. And yes, I know I end on cliffhangers, like every chapter. It's my way of torturing you so you'll come back. Spoilers: My next chapter will take place in the kitchen and I think I'll start making my chapters longer. (That wasn't much of a spoilers, but whatever.) Please comment, make suggestions, and tell me what you are thinking!
~Jewels
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My internet kept on shutting down every time I tried to upload this!
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Voluntarily Kidnapped
Romance"What are you doing?" the man in front of me questioned, lowering his gun slightly. "Packing," I respond almost instantly. "Because whoever you are, you're better than my parents. Wherever you're taking me is better than this gilded prison...