Monster of a Mate (On Hold)

●Chapter 50●

"So how ya doing?" I said and tried to look causal.

Although my heart was doing flip flops.

His breathing accelerated by the mere ups and downs of his chest.

"Okay, I'm going to go now. Bye!" I said and walked away.

He instantly reached in front of me.

"What did I tell you?" he asked slowly.

"That you would slice my head and put it on a stake for everyone to see what happens to talkative pretty girls," I said shakily.

"Good. Now why didn't you listen?" he asked walking forward.

I took each step backward.

"I did listen," I said.

"Then why didn't you stay in your room?" he asked lowly and took slow steps towards me like a prey.

"Because I was looking for Brits room," I said taking some steps backward.

"Who is Brits?" he asked.

"Um Britney. Your niece and my new best friend," I said.

He huffed.

"Go back to your room now," he said.

"Okay daddy," I said sarcastically.

I started to walk away when he gripped my wrist and brought my ear to his lips.

"If you ever call me daddy again, that'll be the last day you'll be a virgin," he said hotly and nibbled on my earlobe.

Oh my god. I need to get away from this guy.

He had let go of my wrists and I quickly walked to the room and locked the door.

What the hell just happened? He threatened to do the dirty with you if you ever call him daddy, that's what.

He's just such an a$$hole yet so hot.

What the hell? I shouldn't be thinking like this. What has gotten into me?

I threw myself on the bed and hoped that I would at least get some sleep.

I groaned at the train of imagery that corrupted my head.

I need to sleep. Not think about making love to a guy that I don't even know his name.

I inhaled sharply and exhaled sharply.

It's okay. It's alright. You can sleep.

I closed my eyes and pictures of us making out just flashes through my head.

Cool yourself, Belle. It's normal to have a $exual attraction to a guy that hot.

But it's not normal to have a $exual attraction to a guy that kidnapped you.

What kind of person are you now?

Where's Belle?

I don't see her anywhere.

I groaned.

I think I need another bubble bath.

Maybe that'll keep those wicked thoughts out of my head.

Or maybe I should just lay in bed and start plotting a plan for me to escape.

The last one's a better idea for sure.

So I laid in bed and contemplated on all my options.

And the truth is, I don't have any options.