kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 6

Summer's POV:

"Do you like it?" Matty asked.

I replied with a unsure nod. I'm not really a big fan of bacon. If you ask me, it's overrated.

He had prepared me a nice breakfast: sausages, bacon, beans, scrambled eggs and toast. If this was his way of apologising, then he's gonna have to try harder than that.

I played with my food, swivelling my fork in the beans.

He can't just go around kidnapping people and spanking them. I have a family and friends. I even have a boyfriend.

"You know how I'm being forced to stay here? I'm gonna need clothes, necessities and my favourite foods, right?"

"Anything you want princess."

I shot him a glare before pushing my food back on the table.

"You've hardly eaten anything."

"Not hungry." I blunted replied.

Matty sighed and abruptly left the table.

So he's the one who's pissed off?

Okay then.

I walked around the mansion trying to find the cinema room. I overheard Ross talking about it last night. Time passed slowly and I still couldn't find it. I don't know if the others are here or not, but I'll probably look for Matty and ask him.

Looking around for Matty, I saw the thick smoke seeping through under the door. I hesitantly knocked on the door and swiftly turned the door knob to be met with the sight of thick, misty smoke.

"Oh my god Matty. How many joints have you smoked?" I exclaimed.

The rich, oaky smell of smoke permitted the room, wisps of silver grey smoke curled and danced their way through the thick, hazy air as if it was excited to escape the joint. Even after the joint had been lit, the pungent smell would linger on the furniture. It was ready to greet anybody who entered the room.

I wafted my hand in front of my face, trying to clear my vision slightly. Matty was sat besides the wall with his head looking out of the window. He looked so calm and collected; like he had no fears, worries or problems to worry about. He made no reaction to me being in the room, so I just sat beside him and buried my head in between his shoulder and neck. Damn, he's quite comfortable.

"Matty, are you okay?" I whispered. I didn't want to alarm him or anything. His chest vibrated slightly as he hummed in response.

Sighing, I re-phrased the question. Why do guys have to be so difficult to talk to?

"What's the matter?" I gently rubbed his thigh, hoping it would soothe him into giving me an answer. No matter how old are or how strong you seem, you're always allowed some comfort. I mean, Matty's not a bad guy, he's just a little troubled.

"If you don't stop doing that, you're gonna have to sort out little Matty."

Confusion was obvious in my features. What is he on about? My question was answered when I felt little Matty prod my hand. I immediately pulled my hand back and felt the common rush of heat fill my cheeks.

"Aw, you're blushing!" Matty cooed. I put my head down, allowing my hair to cover my rosy cheeks.

I felt his finger lift up my chin, forcing eye-contact. His eyes were truly mesmerising. The flecks of dark caramel pulled me in, losing focus on all of my surroundings. All I could see was him. He leaned in hesitantly, waiting for my reaction.

As I felt the warmth of his skin drift away from my senses, my chest pounded with a slight feeling of disappointment. I lifted my eyes to meet his dark gaze.

"Are you sure?"

He whispered as his padded thumb wiped away none-existence tears. With a simple nod, my actions allowed his soft lips to finally find their way to my own.

"Look, I'm really sorry about earlier..you know, the erm spankings. I don't know what come over me. I thought that if did what normal kidnappers do and punished you, you'd behave more. So yeah, I'm really sorry. I'll try not let it happen again." He rubbed the back of his neck looking awkward in this intense situation.

"You've been watching way too many movies." I laughed.

Matty's laugh filled the smoky room.

"Can we go out? Like out of the building and into town. I need clothes and things." I asked Matty.

"Can I trust you?" He retaliated.

I sighed but nodded. Matty seemed to think about my question before he gave me a hesitant nod.

"Go and get ready." He patted my leg and stood up, giving me a hand up off the ground as well.

Rushing off to my bedroom, I ran into my en-suite, quickly peeling off Matty's clothes.

"Matty?!" I shouted.

Quick footsteps were heard just as Matty barged through my bedroom. We spoke through the en-suite door, not wanting him to see me naked.

"What clothes am I going to wear?"

"I'll get you some and leave them on the bed. Be ready in 15 minutes." He commanded.

"Yes boss." I giggled.

I was so elated that I could finally leave this building, with Matty of course. I feel like a animal in a cage, with no escape, even though it's only been a few days since I was kidnapped. I wonder what my family and Tyler are doing.

Oh my god, Tyler!

Salty tears flooded my eyes. I can't believe I cheated on my boyfriend with my kidnapper. But, it was only a kiss, right?

A loud knock echoed throughout the bathroom. Knowing it was probably Matty, I quickly wiped away any evidence that I had been crying and got out of the shower.

"Hurry up princess, 5 minutes until we leave."

"I told you not to call me that." I spoke in a hoarse, barely audible voice.

"Summer, are you okay?" His voice was soft like velvet.

"I'm fine, really. Can you leave my bedroom so I can get changed please?"

"Sure."

The loud footsteps quietened as he walked away, leaving me all alone with my glum thoughts.

Walking into my bedroom, I was surprised at what he had picked out. Black high waisted shorts, white late crop top, a pair of mens socks and some plain boxers.

I know it's gross, but I put my dirty bra back on. What do you want me to do? Let my boobs sag? I quickly changed into my new attire and tied my hair in a messy bun. I'm glad I had spot-free skin, because that would be a real hassle about the whole 'I've got no make-up' situation. Slipping on my black and white converse, I waited for Matty.

He approached me with a varsity jacket in his hand.

"Put this on." He spoke.

Sliding the soft jacket onto my arms, I studied it in the giant mirror in the hallway.

'H E A L Y' was clearly printed on the back, making it seem like I was his property. But quite frankly, I'm too tired to argue. I patiently waited and followed Matty towards his black Bugatti. Wow.

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That was chapter 6:)

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