Book 1 of the Moretti Chronicles
PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The Girl Who Walked Into A Bar"
•1st place General Fiction in Star Dazzle Awards
•Best Plot Twist in Star Dazzle Awards
I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted u...
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One month later...
It has been a month of pure bliss and I never wanted it to end. It's safe to say that it has been the best month of my life.
All Emilio and I did was have sex whenever we had the chance. He was very busy when we were Italy and now that we're back maybe we could spend some more time together outside of the bedroom.
We haven't talked about 'us', if there was even an 'us' to begin with. I was happy with us just having sex, but at the same time I wanted more. I honestly don't know if he saw me as more than a body to warm his bed at nights.
I was planning on confronting him about it tonight. Every time I brought it up, he would always come up with an excuse to leave. Hopefully this time I could corner him and demand that he answered my questions.
I was currently in the library looking at a calendar. I know you must be wondering who would use a calendar like this.
Well, when I told Emilio I wanted to know today's date, he led me here and showed me the calendar that I was now looking at like that would help.
He showed me today's date and left me in here. So it's safe to say that he hasn't changed at all, he was the same old asshole that he was months ago when he had first kidnapped me.
I had confirmed that I was kidnapped three months ago.
Three months.
Three months was a long time and somehow it felt like it had happened just days ago. I could still remember it like it was just yesterday.
I overheard Luca saying something to Emilio the other day that intrigued me. He was talking about Stockholm syndrome. I looked around in the library for a dictionary so that I could find out what it meant.
I found one and looked up the meaning. So Luca thought that I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome. It did make sense, but was that the only reason why I had developed feelings for him.
I needed to know if what I was feeling was real or was this just a survival strategy for me.
Did I really have feelings for him or was I just drawing closer to him to make sure that he didn't kill me?
I was more confused about what I felt now even more than before. I needed to sort out what I was feeling before I asked him what was going on between us. It felt unfair that I felt inclined to know what he felt, when I myself didn't know what I was feeling.
I was deep in thought, trying to decipher my feelings when I heard multiple gunshots.
What the hell was going on?
Going out into the hallway, I saw people rushing about with guns.
"What are you doing out here?" a woman with a gun practically screamed at me.
