CAPTURED

chapter 8

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Opening my eyes, I covered a yawn with the back of my hand, the early morning sun shone brightly into the room through the thin curtains making it gleam.

I yawned again feeling tired and hungry, I was about to get off the bed to make breakfast for my self and dad-as usual-when I suddenly realized where I was

A hotel room?

I looked around trying to remember how I got there

You were kidnapped yesterday

By an handsome man

Named Bryan!

My subconscious told me as I suddenly remembered, his image came to my head,slowly. His attractive face, his blue shining eyes and I flushed when I remembered the feeling of his lips on mine.

You are crazy, Anne, you just met him yesterday and you allowed him to kiss you, that same day! you barely know him!

Anger started to grow inside me, that was unlike me, meeting a guy and kissing him that day, it made me feel cheap, for heaven sake he is a kidnapper, my kidnapper! I won't let that happen again and I won't let that kidnapper toy with my feelings! I won't let him kiss me again! Ever!

I stormed into the bathroom,washed my face and brushed my teeth then used my fingers to comb my hair and tied it into a messy bun at the back of my head, I glanced at the mirror and frowned at the nightgown I was still wearing , my gaze moved to my injured wrist, the pain had subdued so I gently removed the plaster.

Leaving the room I went in search of Bryan for my clothes, he was sitting in the living room watching a program on TV, he was so engrossed in what he was watching that he didn't seem to notice me standing at the entrance staring at him.

I could only see his profile and he was attractive as ever with his hair scattered all over from sleep, he was still naked from up to waist.

He suddenly turned and caught me staring, his lips curved.

"good morning" he called out as his gaze traveled down to my body.

Why on God's green earth is he smiling! I want to go home!

There was nothing good about this morning but I replied him back "good morning" I shifted restlessly as his gaze searched me again. "Where......."

"I have sent for your clothes, so don't worry,it will be here soon" he said as if sensing what I was about to ask.

"We need to talk"

"About?" He asked looking back at the TV

"About you taking me back home"

He turned back to look at me "that wont happen, Anne"

"You can't take me to Canada! I told you they would kill me!" I couldn't help shouting.

"Your father would never do such a thing....."

"He is not my father!!"

"Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore, am taking you to him and that is final" he was trying hard to control his anger.

The only option is to run away

"Fine!" I agreed and went into the kitchen to find something to drink, I felt his gaze on me as I walked out.