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a known stranger

Romance

ashley is kidnapped by a handsome stranger.............a stranger that professes to love her and want to marry her!

Chapter 4

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by htashec

by htashec

CHAPTER 4

Ashley, opened her eyes and found her hands were free… she tentatively moved her legs and saw they were free also, and she got up, her head was so heavy, she thought she would fall backwards. She sat down on the bed hoping the room would stop spinning. Finally, it did and she moved slowly looking around the room for a door that might lead to an en suite bathroom. Every step she took was filled with terror… that he may come in because she had triggered off a silent alarm. She found the bathroom. She proceeded to have a shower and brushed her teeth with the new toothbrush that she found on the sink. Her tongue felt horrid, it must have been the drugs… she mused to herself. She opened the closet and found it full of her clothes! She selected her favourite corduroy pants the same colour of her eyes, and a white University of Southern Queensland T-shirt. She walked out of the room, more daringly and proceeded to the stairs. Her legs were quaking but she steeled herself and went down. The smell of freshly grounded coffee guided her to the kitchen. “Good to have you walking about,” a voice said from nowhere. She turned and saw him standing at the counter about to toast some bread. “well, since I was not tied to the bed, I thought I might as well explore this place,” she said evenly. “Good, because I prefer to see you walking about rather than tied up in bed, of course, you must not try to run away… for your friend will be in trouble and you’ll suffer the consequences when I catch you!” he said. She looked at him with a scowl, her lips pulled straight in line and her teeth clenched so hard she could feel her nerves pulling at her jaw. He smiles smugly as he saw the muscle twitch and her clenched fists. “He drawled, ‘will you like to practice your karate skills with me for I’m a trained expert and I give lessons on weekends at the local Youth council.” She said, “Oh! Really? I’ll have a rain check on that offer, for I ‘m not so much up to fighting with cowards who kidnap young ladies and drug them and tie them up.” “You have such a sharp, vicious tongue for such a sweet adorable face,” he said. “Thank you” she replied. He gave a mocking bow, and said, “How do you like your toast? Light or dark?” “ Light please,” she replied. “Coffee or juice?” Coffee with milk and one sugar thank you.” For a sharp and vicious tongue, you have excellent manners though,” he said. “My mother is very particular about good manners, it does not matter whether the person is your kidnapper, a well brought up girl does not forget her manners,” she replied primly. He laughed out and took her toast to butter it and gave it to her. She said “thank you” and he said, “You’re most welcome”.

They ate in complete silence except for the crunch of the toast and the rustle of newspaper that he was reading. She surreptiously watched him not realizing that he was watching her too.

“Like what you see?” he asked mockingly, startling her. She looked up and grimaced as she felt her cheeks warm knowing that it was giving a telltale of a blush.

“Vain creature” she mumbled under her breath. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he said. “Well because it was not meant for your ears,” she quipped. “Somebody is forgetting her manners,” he replied. She did not reply as it was pointless. Instead, she asked him, “what are you going to do to me?” “Oh! I thought I had made it clear, I’m going to make you my sex slave?” he said. She paled and her eyes widened a bit. She caught herself and quickly said, “Oh! Right! So when do we start?” He was amused and awed by her spirit and courage. She was valiantly trying not to show that she was scared. “I’m a very patient man, but if you are keen to start, we could start, “he said as he shrugged his right shoulder and got off his seat coming towards her.

“Mmm, okay,” she said. Before she knew it, he was pulling her up; his hands were cupping her face. She swallowed convulsively, and closed her eyes as she saw his face bend close to hers. His lips met hers with soft and gentle touch, tenderly demanding a response from her. Her hands were trapped between his body and hers. His other arm was around her waist pulling her closer to his body. She was losing it, her brain screaming a warning that her body was refusing to hear. It was consumed in the sensations of being held by a certain roughness that was yet still gentle. Her lips parted at his onslaught and he deepened the kiss. His tongue running a caress over her lips, tasting her. She finally pushed him away, breathing hard, her breath coming out in gasps. She turned and ran away. Later, she admitted to herself it was a silly action as she was still in his place and it made no sense to run away like that. He had to let her go, as he had to get a grip on himself. “God! He kept losing control whenever he started to kiss her. He wanted her so much and it was a very simple act of seducing her. “But, no! He told himself that she had to accept him on her own free will and out of love for him.

He started clearing away the breakfast and started chuckling when he thought how she ran away after breaking the kiss.