Melanie
The feel of sleeping on a cloud all warm and comfy, cuddling up to the softest blanket I ever could dream of. With a hint of cherry blossoms in the fabric was the most amazing smell I could dream of too. I knew the moment I wake up I would be on my old sagging mattress in a thin blanket that smells clean but has been washed a thousand times. Last night I had a crazy dream, I think I should never go to bed on a empty stomach again. I had the worst vivid nightmare ever.
I rolled over reaching for my alarm clock on my nightstand, but only to reach for more of the mattress and blankets. I wiggled a few more times closer to what seemed to be the edge of the bed. Finally I reached the nightstand cool surface with my hand feeling around for the stupid clock. Where the hell did my clock go? Suddenly I touched something cold and pulled it under my blanket to see what it was. I opened my eyes to realize it was a gold watch with diamonds around the face. The hands glowing nine thirty in the morning dropping my hand down with a sigh to lay on my back.
Nice, its the weekend so I can sleep in. I thought, laying the watch to the side of the comfy pillow. I curled up under the fluffy comforter and snuggled more into the plush mattress. Now this was heaven sighing in content. Letting the darkness slowly take over me willing myself back to sleep. But then my mind came to become wide awake suddenly.
What a minute?
I don't have a gold watch?
And why is my bed so comfy and.. and... big?
I sat up so fast throwing off all the blankets on me into the cool air of the room.
"Holy Shit!" I looked around to see the same room I had in my dream. The same bed that now with in it was a LOT bigger when in the middle of it.
"What! This can't be real." I said trying to calm myself down rubbing my eyes trying to wipe away the sleep and focus on where I was. Opening them again hoping to see my room but seeing still the huge lavish furniture with crimson silk and black velvet everywhere? My long and very vivid dream not a dream at all be reality. One that I wished had just be a nightmare but was in fact real. The fog of sleep having disappeared instantly to fear.
Where was I? Trying to come up with the last thing I could remember but was startled by a voice that I wished was only in my nightmare and not standing before me.
"I see you have woken up." A deep husky voice chimed. My eyes trying to focus but seemed to refuse with my mind wanted to play tricks on me and hope to be back in my small room and bed away from the reality that was before me.
"You scared the shit out of me!" I yell from the bed at Lawrence trying to catch my breath. Rubbing my eyes again hoping to focus them better.
Lawrence?
My eyes finally believing my brain to see the very devilishly handsome man leaning in the door-frame staring at me with an amused look on his face. Beautiful blue gray eyes gazing at me. Ones that could hold anyone across the room but feel were right before you. Wait how did I get in his bed and am I wearing any clothes? Looking down dreading to see if I was naked but thankfully I was still wearing the purple dress. So my dream wasn't really a dream! I was actually taken for this guys birthday present! That reality one I wished I had forgotten and could slid into a more believable fantasy. Okay one that would be more farfetch let's be honest that a man that looked as good as he had an interest in me in any form. If the whole kidnaping never happened and I was here of my own volition then that I would believe that a lot less too.
"I see you have figured out where you are now." He said chuckling softly with a smirk turning up at the corner of his gorgeous lips. Sapping myself mentally for even having a string of thoughts that I would actually want to be with this man of my own accord.
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Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince
RomanceFor mature readers does have sex and violence. Pain, betrayal, loss, and love Melanie Renall's is thrown into a world she had never known from the lonely lost one she has lived with here parents for years. Moving around the US as her parents write t...