"I kidnapped you to give me sex, not love."
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We've all heard of drug dealers. Sex dealers? They do the same thing but with women and sex.
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-highest rankings: #1 in abduct, #2 in kidnap, #37 in romance
-spinoff to Assistant(book 1).
-this book CAN...
He leads me out of the house, holding my hand small hand in his large one.
"The first ones not much but I figured you'd like it, I think you're gonna be happy about it." He smiles.
I frown, trying to figure out what the hell it could be.
"Okay, here we are." He announces, stopping outside the large garage.
He presses a button on the garage remote and it opens.
He leads me in and we walk down past a few cars before stopping.
I see a very,very familiar white car.
I gasp when I realize who's it is.
"My car!" I yell.
"You got me my fucking car!" I yell, louder.
He chuckles.
"Yes, I did."
"How?" I question.
"The day you were kidnapped, you were taken to the warehouse in your car. You were just passed out and didn't know." He explains.
He takes a key from his pocket and hands it to me.
"The key." He tells me.
I take it from him and unlock the car.
I open the boot first and I notice that literally everything is still as I left it.
A faint smell of flowers fills my nose instantly and I push a few books aside to see the dried up bouquet of roses my parents had given me.
I hadn't appreciated those as much as I do now.
I take it and run my fingers over the dried petals, tears filling my eyes.
I sniff and shut the boot, not wanting to be reminded of my family.
I walk to the back seats and open the door and every single shopping bag and chocolate box is still in there too.
I'll take those out later, I think to myself as I grab a pack of snakes and tear it open, shoving a handful of the lollies into my mouth.
Just as I'm about to shut the door, something catches my eye.
A small photo frame.
I know what it is before I even look at it properly.
It's a photo of Lucas, Aiden, me and my parents, Lucas's dad Roman, his husband Caleb and Roman and Caleb's 5 year old son, Timmy.
The photo had only been taken a month before I was taken so it was fairly recent.
I touched the frame gently, staring at the face of my parents and siblings.
I miss them so much.
A few tears fall down my face as I think about how I wouldn't ever be able to meet them again.
If I went back, they'd want to know what happened to me and I couldn't tell them.
I'd lose Blake.
If I stayed, I would never see them.
"I miss them so much." I sniff.
I hear Blake sigh softly from behind me.
"I know baby, I know you do." He whispers.
"And best believe, if I could take you to see them, I would. I would abandon this whole women dealing shit for you but I can't. Where would all those women go? If they went back to their homes somehow, I would be tracked and sent to jail."
"I know." I sigh, resting my hand on his shoulder.
We stay like that for a while before I put the frame back into the car and lock it.
"Are you ready now?" Blake asks.
"What for?" I frown.
"For your actual present." He rolls his eyes.
"There's more?" I ask.
"Obviously, this wasn't even a present," He points to my car.
"It was just a memory that I knew you'd want to have."
"Then yeah, I'm ready." I nod.
He puts his hands over my eyes to cover them.
"What are you doing, Blake? You're gonna ruin my make up!" I push his hands off my eyes.
"Too bad." He says and covers my eyes again.
He leads me forwards a few meters and stops.
"Okay, are you ready?" He asks.
"Yes." I say.
He removes his hands from my eyes and I blink to let my eyes adjust.
As soon as I see what my present is, a loud gasp leaves my mouth.
"You did not!" I say disbelievingly.
"Oh but I did." He smirks.
I squeal loudly and jump onto him, hugging him tightly like my life depends on it.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my fucking god." I repeat over and over as I look at my new baby.
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He just got me a fucking Lamborghini!
Getchu a man like Blake.
"Babe oh my god you really didn't have to." I turn around to face him, my eyes watering. "Thank you so much, thank you, thank you, thank yo-" I repeat over and over.
"But I did have to. Don't forget that I'm stacked as fuck. This didn't make the slightest dent in my bank account. You're my princess and you're gonna live a lavish life because you fucking deserve it." He cuts me off, smiles reassuringly at me and pulls me into an embrace.
