Chapter Two (feel free to leave feedback if you enjoy this story!)
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It was a Wednesday evening and work had been a nightmare. A severe lack of sleep and rude customers did not mix however much caffeine I had desperately consumed. It was dark out when I left the building and headed towards the parking lot. All I could think about was going home and having a warm bath. The hotel had been perfectly air-conditioned all day but the air outside was thick and stifling. I reached the car and began searching through my bag for my keys. My auburn hair had tumbled in front of my face so I was unaware of him standing in front of me until I felt strong hands on my waist. He grabbed me, pushing me against the side of my car. He pressed himself close against me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“Missed you, Leese.”
My head instantly snapped up at the sound of his voice and my legs turned numb. My stomach was doing about a million flips a minute while my head began to feel fuzzy. I was frozen to the spot, just staring at the smirk that had formed on his lips. I hated the way he called me Leese instead of Lisa, as if we’d been friends for years. After the initial shock had passed, I began trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp, flailing my arms frantically.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He growled, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the car.
“W-what are you doing here, Jackson?” I turned my face away, attempting to avoid his gaze but he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was centimetres away from my face.
“What you didn’t miss me?” He pouted, feigning sadness.
“Yeah, right. Asshole doesn’t even begin to describe you.” He narrowed his eyes but the smirk never left his lips.
“I need you.” My heart was thumping violently in my chest. To anyone else, that would have sounded like a loving sentence but to me, it was vomit-inducing.
“Why?”
“Well, I can’t tell you that.” His breath was soft and warm on my cheek.
“Then you can shove it.” He laughed, but there was no humour in it.
“Oh, Leese. Why so angry? Anyway, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”
Yeah fucking right. Deciding that no way in hell was I going anywhere with Jackson Rippner, I brought my leg up and kneeled him hard in the crotch. His eyes bulged and the grip on my arms loosened, giving me a chance to run for it. I guess he must be pretty used to being kicked in the balls, seeing as I’d only got a few paces before he got hold of my arms. He pulled me back, pushing me into him. He laughed, causing a million shivers to shoot down my spine.
“You really think it’s that easy to get rid of me, Leese? If I remember correctly, last time you had to stab a pen in my neck to get away. Thanks for that by the way.”
“You deserved it. You’re a monster, Jack.” I remembered from the plane how much he hated being called Jack and revelled in saying it.
“Yeah, yeah, so you’ve told me.” I felt him roll his eyes, as if what he’d done was nothing. Something felt different about him this time. His voice wasn't snarling and evil, he’d softened up a bit. It made me wonder why this time. Maybe he’d realised his violent approach was useless. Before I could do anything, he’d pinned my hands behind my back and tied them up with some kind of rope.
“Jackson, please. Please not again.” He ignored this and instead marched me to his truck. Opening the passenger door, he shoved me in. He leaned over and did up my seatbelt before slamming the door closed.
