Waking Up In An Unknown Place

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        I woke to the sound of bed sheets ruffling and then I felt arms wrap around me. My eyes instantly popped open and I looked around to see a unfamiliar place. I unwrapped the arm from around my body and rolled off the bed. When I was almost free and off the bed an arm wrapped itself back around my waist, pulling me back into a hard chest and on the bed.

        I stilled for a couple of seconds then went back to trying to escape from whoever this person was, but he only tightened his hold on me. When that didn't work I rolled over to see who was holding me against my will. When I saw who it was I freaked out at who it was. His eyes were wide open and he looked at me with a smirk on his face.

        "Can you let me go, please?" I asked him nicely but he just shook his head. "Can you tell me where I am then?"

        "You're at my place that I bought with my own money." He said in his hypnotizing deep voice.

        "Why am I here and when can I leave?"

        "I brought you here because I didn't know where you lived and you can leave when I say you can. By the way did you know that you snore when you sleep?"

        "I do not snore. For your information I am a very light sleeper."

        "Well how did you sleep through everything that I did to get you here then? Huh?"

        "That doesn't count I fainted because I was under pressure from you and I was scared. Why can't you people leave me alone. Especially you popular people. I just moved her and I have a bad past-" I couldn't finish what I was saying because my sob cut me off.

        "Hey, Shh I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset or anything." He said soothingly while pulling me closer to him.

         "Can I go home please?"

         "Your car isn't here. I had someone take it back to your place."

         "Why did you do that? You don't even know where I live."

         "That's what the internet is for. Duh." He told me with that look that said I was dumb.

         "Plus you're rich and you could probably have me a detective follow me and keep tabs on me." I accused him.

         "Why would you accuse me of doing such a thing. I would never do such a thing." He lied with a hurt expression.

          I look at him with a sceptical look on my face, ". . .I don't believe you."

          "You know what, you can ask me any question about yourself and I'll try to guess what the answer is."

          "When is my birthday?" I asked.

          "I don't know that if I did I probably would have gotten you a present." He said with a irritated expression.

          Before I could ask another question his phone rang. He sat there for a couple of seconds then answered.

          And I never would have guessed that this person would call him.

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