Imposible Love(Slow updates)

Chapter 5

Merry Christmas guys. Here is another update.

Jessica's POV

    I don't know what's happening... how did I get here? Yesterday I was packing my things to moved to Italy with my best friend and now I'm here... kidnapped, pretty much disowned by my mother, and technically taken by some gangster.

So, how the heck did I get here?

That is the question I've been asking myself since I numbly entered the shower after the guy literally asked if I was comfortable with cleaning up and using his clothes until he could take me shopping this weekend.

Here's how it happened.

After he took me out of the basement and carried me to his room he wouldn't stop looking at me with a smile on his face.

It still creeps me out just remembering it. I shudder as I step out of the shower.

Anyways, I was squirming mess under his creepy gaze and couldn't meet his eyes given the fact I was scared as heck.

He chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, beautiful. I don't mean to scare you. You're just... mesmerizing."

His words made blush and he chuckled one more time before he said, "Adorable."

I'm not adorable...

I had thought as I pouted mentally. He kissed my forehead and walked towards the dresser at the other side of the room. He pulled out a black bottom down shirt and turned to look at me with a kind smile before he said, "I'm sorry I don't have any clothing you can wear besides my shirts. I'll take you shopping this weekend. However, for the time being, I think it's best if you wear my shirts."

To say I was shocked is an understatement. I was shocked, surprised. I was speechless. I thought I'd be a burden if I asked for something other than his shirt.

So then, he handed me his shirt along with a pair of boxers. He explained where everything in the bathroom was and even helped me turn the shower on.

And now, here I am.

Staring at myself in the mirror. I tilted my head as I look up and down my body, which was now covered by the huge black bottom down shirt.

The shirt reaches down just above my knees, successfully covering my private parts. I turned slightly and check out my behind.

Not much to show back there, so the shirt covers me up just right. I look at the boxers, which are patiently waiting for me to pick them up from the sink and pull them up my thighs and around my hips.

I mean... the shirt covers me up just fine-

A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts as I hear the guy say, "I have a meeting I have to go to. There are books in case you get bored and you can sleep on the bed if you get tired." He steps away from the door and out of the room.

I sigh in relief as I grab the boxers and pull them up my thighs and over my hips. Better safe than sorry.

I'm pretty slim but I've got my thick spots here and there. Not thick enough for the guy's boxers to fit me however, so I still have to keep pulling them up with my hands.

I walk out of the bathroom and flip down on the bed with my arms behind as I look up at the ceiling. Thinking back to earlier when I was in the basement, the boss, Jacob, was kind of an ass. He was a fucking prick.

"Language, Jess" I mutter to myself.

I wonder how Samantha is doing. The last thing I heard about her was her promise of us getting out of here.