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I am sorry it took so long to update, but I didn't want to keep writing with no sort of audience......... (If that makes sense)......

   But, we are almost to a hundred reads......

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   With no further ado..... Chapter 5. Beautiful stranger. Enjoy...

Zoe
     I blanked out mentally, my brain tried it's hardest to fix the pieces of my fractured memory.

First of all, who is this unbelievably hot male homo sapiens sitting before me?

Secondly, where am I?

And thirdly what the earth does he mean by he's been trying to get me awake for three days.

What?!
I have been out for three days?...

If that's true then I was supposed to seal that Beijing deal yesterday.
Alasdair Kincaid will kill me.

He'll think I took off without telling him.
Or maybe that I have been kidnapped.

Wait, have I been kidnapped??!

I needed to know what was really going on...

The memory flooding in was making little to no sense.

My stomach grumbled.
  Well, at least somethings haven't changed.
My stomach embarrassing me in front of good looking guys for one

"You are hungry. Ofcourse", He said rising to his feet "I'll make you something"

Before i could reply, he disappeared into his kitchen.

I just sat there patiently waiting for my IV bag to empty up, looking for a possible escape the moment I sensed red.

Now it was more along the shades of amber and green.

Beautiful blue green.
As blue as the sea at sunset and at the same time as green as the rare green flash

Bold yet humble, calm but fierce.

A color that could dissect the very soul. Liberate it even. Free it from every captivity.

  Are we still talking about the color of the circumstances your in or about the color of your captors eyes?

He's not my captor.....
I think.

I scanned his palour
It was.......... pretty.

A flat screen TV hung from the wall, a speaker set under it.
Two chairs; a sofa and an arm chair arranged in an L- shape and a small glass table in the center.

  The same glass table that held the best porn you have ever watched.

Get a grip Zoe.

There were no extreme accessories, no paintings, no 52DC Egyptian cut glass vase.
He lived a simple life.

But his sex was far from it.

I mentally slapped myself. What is wrong with me?!!
Why couldn't I get it out of my head.
This is why I don't watch porn.

Whatever he was cooking started to smell good.
He told me he was almost done cooking and I guessed it was my cue to go back to the kitchen.