The Wrong Guy

3. Alex

Chapter 3. Alex

I woke up covered in a throw blanket. I felt an itch on my ankle and wrist at the same time. I moved to scratch them and found a rope tied to my left ankle and wrist. I looked around but didn't see Jordan anywhere. 

" Hello?!" I yelled

I heard footsteps coming from the hall. Then Jordan appeared from around the corner. He had that same sly grin on his face. And I was afraid that wasn't a good thing. He walked over to me and sat at the end of the couch. I gulped loudly and I guess he heard it because he looked at me his smile fading " Why so scared? It's not like I'm going to hurt you too much." 

"Why so scared?! You fricking tied me to a couch!" I yelled

He looked at me and said " now now Alex, I don't enjoy yelling in my house."

"What happened to the Jordan that let me lay on his chest until I was tired last night. Or the Jordan who scared the shit out of me by making me think he was kidnapped me the first time. What happened to the Jordan that I've been going out with for the last week?" I asked starting to cry on the last sentence.

"I'm sorry Alex I'm really sorry, I just can't let you leave or you might find another boyfriend. I can't lose a girl as beautiful as you." He replied 

I guess I blushed because he pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear " You don't have to be embarrassed. I love you for you." At that he Pressed his lips to mine and entangled his fingers in my hair so I had no way to escape. I felt tears come to my eyes as he moved his hand towards my upper thigh. I pushed away and tried to tell him to stop but he was way ahead of me. He got up and walked towards the kitchen. He turned to me and said " If I was too soon I'm sorry. I just love you so much and I don't want to let you go." He turned away from me and continued to walk towards the kitchen. I sat there dumbfounded for a second then I tried to get up and follow him but forgot about the ropes tied to my left ankle and wrist. So I sat there tears streaming from my eyes. I couldn't believe I had hurt him so much. Maybe he wasn't a sychopath who was trying to hold me captive in his home. Maybe he really loved me and didn't want to let me go. I had to apologize to him the moment he came back.