Sugar Babe [Completed]

Chapter Thirty-One: Fumbled Love

I cracked an eye open as Joshua's face faded away from my mind.

Jesus Christ, he was even in my dreams. I could still feel the uncertainty of the day before, as I rose from my bed and started to get ready. Joshua and I had headed to separate rooms the night before. It had made my uneasy and a little hurt when it happened, but at the same time Joshua had acted completely normal. He had even kissed me goodnight. I hadn't wanted to be the needy...uh...friend.

I washed my face and pulled my hair up into its normal bun on top of my head. The jet would leave in about an hour and I knew that the rest of the crew, including Joshua, were already in the dining room having breakfast.

Once I had stopped looking like The Grudge, I pulled the clothes Joshua had gotten me along and made my way down.

I calmly walked out of the elevator, in search a familiar face, when a hand snaked from behind a fern and grabbed hold of my arm.

"Holy shit!" I yelled the moment I was pulled towards the plant. I want into full panic mode the minute I realized I was being abducted. A second hand went to my mouth just in time to muffle the rest of my curse words that were to come.

I was swatting my hand around like crazy, as if the abductor was more of a pesky fly than a potential killer.

I didn't even think of biting the hand until I was being pulled down a hallway. I wanted to get a look at who the hand belonged to, but my damn brain wasn't working and I just kept swatting and screaming.  I was debating how gross it would be to just bite the crap out of the hand, when my body was rattled around leaving me being dragged facing the opposite direction of the abductor.

Images of the movie Taken flashed in my mind. Oh my God, what if I ended up being abducted into a secret ring of prostitution and Joshua had to search all of Europe to find me?

Right when I was picturing Joshua calling my abductor through the phone and promising to find him, I was whirled around.

"Will you stop swinging your damn hand everywhere?" A Texan accent floated into my ears.

Wait, Texan accent?

I whipped my head up to face none other than a very winded Texan male model. God, I wasn't even a hundred and twenty pounds, but the guy looked like he had just ran a marathon. So much for being a fucking giant...

"Robert! What the fuck?" I yelled after being released. My swatting finally became effective when I made contact with one of his arms.  I was pretty pissed and so my hand I went for a second slap, but the asshole got the point and dodged the blow.

"Darlin', could you stop slapping my arm for five minutes and hear what I have to say?" Robert asked. The guy was clearly exasperated now. I had never seen him so serious and my defenses instantly went up.

I stopped making a debacle of myself and simply crossed my arms over my chest. I was looking like a pouty teenager, but I really didn't care. We were going to miss our flight!

"Do you make a habit of fucking abducting people? I could have knocked you out, you know! Just one more minute and your ass would have been grass!" I stood up on my tippy toes and threw a pointed finger in his face. Robert looked at the finger with a bored expression, before rolling his eyes and letting out a frustrated breath.

"Alright, so maybe your ass wouldn't have been grass, but something damn close to it!" I said again. It was obviously the nerves talking, because now that the excitement was dying down I was sort of in a rattled state.

"Lilly, Darlin', could you please give me a chance to speak?" Roberts tone was a lot lower than mine and he was leaning really close. It almost felt like a big secret was coming my way and I didn't like it.