His Lustful Desires

III

I felt the time stopped. Everything felt surreal. It's just, I don't know what to say, I got tongue-tied. I know it wasn't my first time kissing a guy but the way he kissed me was something. The longing of love and passion. It was there because I felt it.

We were looking at each other's eyes. I bit my lower lip, I felt uneasy all of a sudden. His eyes traveled to my lips again but he looked away and stood up. He put his hand in his pocket, trying not to look at my body.

"Get dressed because we are leaving," the last thing he said before leaving and closing the door between us.

I touched my lip remembering what had happened earlier. I should be mad right? Because he kissed me without my permission. But I feel different, there is something in me that wants more than that. What am I even thinking? No, it's so wrong to feel that way. It's completely wrong. I need to get out of here.

I went out of the bathroom and saw on the bed the clothes I was going to wear. He has good tastes in clothes well, partly. I would rate him a 7 out of 10. What would you expect? I worked in one of the prestigious and well-known runaway magazine. I dress to kill, I put a lot of effort in my area. I love my job because fashion makes me happy. It's the job I ever wanted since I was a kid.

My Mama is a fashion designer, she makes clothes not because she wants to but because it makes her happy. She smiles every time she sees a customer who happily buys the clothes she makes. She wants her customers to come out of the store smiling. Because a happy customer leads to a happy life. But Mama died because of a car crash, I was devasted that day. But now I'm okay already, I still miss her every single day.

I wore the black asymmetrical bodycon dress and a Christian Louboutin Zoulou platform sandals. I approached the door and knocked. The two guards opened the door, one of them said something in his earpiece before escorted me downstairs where Aloysius was.

He was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, his hands are resting on the armrest of the chair. I was walking down the stairs as he looks at me with his luscious eyes. I approached him and crossed my hand when I stopped in front of him, I raised my brow at him. He also raised an eyebrow at me. His frightening look makes me nervous but I should not be afraid. I need to step up my game, he kidnapped me! I will file a kidnapping against him, he has no mercy. But now I will think first about how I can get out of here.

"I want to go home," I said calmly, trying my best not to lash out in front of him. I don't know what's he is capable of and I also do not know what he wants from me. All I knew was that he is a bad person. I will never forget the first time we met, he killed the innocent man in front of me. Or I do not know if that guy is innocent because they were both holding guns. I caught them right-handed in the middle of the night.

"You can't," he said in a dangerous tone. His eyes darkened because of what I said. "And I will not allow it," my eyes widened. What's more frightening than this! He can't lock me here all the time! "Come on, we're leaving." He stood up and held my wrist as pulled me out of his big mansion.

"Let go of me! I will not go with you! Not now, not ever!" I yelled, trying to remove his hands on my wrist. He stopped walking and turned to me.