Hunted

Chapter 1

"Okay, okay everybody listen up, I'd like to make a toast here."

The crowd turned their attention to Dyland, the owner of the company, who was speaking on the podium, the chatter simmering down until the room was quiet.

"A toast to everyone at this company. You've all worked hard to get us where we are as the number one sales business in this city." The room erupted into applause with a few whistles mixed into it.

"Also, to my best friend Rhoan, whom without his help and hard work I wouldn't be standing here today making this toast. You've been like a brother to me and I think everyone in here would agree with me when I say you've been a miracle to this company. So, in that regard, I'd like to present you with this huge ass cheque and plane ticket."

Some of the audience chuckled at this, "You can take anyone you wish to on this paid, all expense flight to a vacation spot of your choice. You deserve it brother." Applause filled the room as Rhoan raised his glass and smiled, "So without further ado everyone, enjoy the party and ladies, that's a free flight to any island you wish, go get him." He winked at the ladies in the crowd and the band started playing as everyone resumed their conversations and laughed at the speech Dyland just made. Rhoan walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate that." He said, clinking his champagne glass against his friend's.

"Well you deserve it you know. You earned it."

They sparked a conversation about who Rhoan would carry with him on the trip, picking apart the women in the crowd like they used to when they were younger. Rhoan laughed at his friend's comments when suddenly the room began to spin in front of him. He put a hand to his temple and closed his eyes when images that he did not recognize attacked his mind, flashing by so fast it disoriented him. He staggered and his friend caught him.

"Rhoan? You okay?"

The room stopped spinning and he steadied himself, "Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

"Someone's had a bit much to drink huh? Never knew you were such a light head." Dyland looked across the room and saw his wife standing there waiting for him. "Hey you gonna be fine?" Rhoan saw her and waved.

"Yeah I'll be fine man, go." Rhoan watched his friend walk over and kiss his wife, a happy couple they were, sometimes he was jealous of what they had but when it came down to it, maybe it wasn't for him. He scanned the room and saw an unfamiliar face sitting at the bar area. He downed the remnants of his glass of champagne and walked over.

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"Hey there." Rhoan said, smiling at the beautiful dark haired woman. "This seat taken?"

"No." She replied. Her voice was smooth, smoky. That sound a woman has when she's just waking up from an entire night of sweet sex, almost like a whisper, and the accent she had made it even more sexy.

"You don't work here do you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I don't think you could work here and I don't know you." He signalled to the bar tender to bring over some drinks. She chuckled at his statement.

"What's your name?" He asked, looking at her eyes (those were really beautiful eyes, green he noticed), the low cut dress she had on fit her body snugly, so every curve could be seen.

"Natasha." She said, her accent again taking prominence in Rhoan's mind.

"What is that accent? Is it ...Russian?" He asked. She turned to look at him, facing him for the first time since they started the conversation. A face flashed in his mind, the image hitting him suddenly, throwing his mind into a whirl again.

He saw the woman standing on the bridge, worry written on her face. It was Natasha.

"They're coming."