His Best Friends Daughter- BK1 TPBS 1st draft

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Damon got off the phone from his brother Maxon with a smile on his face. In two days time he'd arrive to stay with them until the wedding just six days away. Maxon was older than him by two years and currently working as a college professor and still to this day played the role of big brother well.

Damon joked about him perving on all those college girls who were forced to put up with him. Bastard came back with how old Anna was and told him he was a creepy old prick. It would be good to see him again, it'd been a while. He'd be partnering Anna's friend Red in the wedding. That ought to be fun with Maxon's domineering nature and Red's defiant one; at least they wouldn't be bored. In some ways it reminded him of Anna and himself.

He finally told his brother the reason why he was marrying Anna. She was being stalked and he could provide her with all the necessary security she needed.  When his brother asked why the marriage was actually necessary for that reason and found he couldn't give a real answer and that irked him... alot. He explained to Maxon that he believed there was much more going on and he'd pin Michael down for answers as soon as he could.

In the mean time he was becoming rather fond of his firey bombshell. Though he missed her mouthing off at him, he was pleased with how quickly she'd accepted that he was in charge.

A smile played on his face when he decided to go and see his beautiful bride to be. Would it be so wrong for him to taste her body before the wedding night? He didn't think so and he'd just convince her that he was right.

He could see a very dull glow in her room. Obviously the lamp burning in the corner was of low wattage. Quietly he pushed the door open expecting to see her lying on her bed but saw nothing. Scanning the room

he squinted as he peered into the dark corners. Where was she? Anger started to build at the thought of her sneaking out for whatever reason. She would be punished severely.

He turned to walk from the room when his eyes focused on something to the right of the door. All anger dropped from his body. What the fuck... what the fucking hell did this mean? What the hell was happening?

"Get up Anna."

Slowly she stood with hands clenched and bound with a belt,  in her mouth a gag. Astonishment smashed across his face while he was left speechless. Stepping towards her he fully intended to release the bindings when he noticed a small fleeting flinch grace her downturned face.

"Anna I'm going to release you."

She nodded and stood patiently.

"Anna, what the hell? Did someone do this?" His voice laced with anger.

Slowly she shook her head and thanked him for releasing her. Her question threw him off balance as she asked to have a glass of water. Who the fuck asks if they can drink water? There was something massively wrong with all this.

What the fucking hell happened between the phone call with her father and now?

A/N One seriously worn out mother here so am heading for some sleep.  Does this chapter make sense? I'm so tired I have no idea :/