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I want to understand what’s happening and why they think my father did something to them. Henry Cole isn’t a saint by any means, but I can’t imagine he’d ever knowingly hurt anyone. Even if he did do something to these guys, kidnapping, drugging, and assault are definitely overdoing it. Wade seems to be the most reasonable out of the bunch. Maybe I can get him alone and talk some sense into him. I won’t even go to the police if it means I can get out of here and go back to my life.
Thoughts of how everyone is doing in my absence take over while I wash my hair. I’m sure they’re frantic. The police are probably scouring the city for me. I mean, Flora alone is probably making everyone’s life a living hell. That makes me smile. I wonder if Brendan misses me. My chest aches at the thought. It’s such a fucked up thing to think, but maybe this is the thing that will bring us back together. Before work and always trying to get ahead consumed him, we were so close. He always wanted to spend time with me. Now, it feels like we lead separate lives except when we’re forced together for meals or events. I miss him.
The parts that I’ve been avoiding thinking about rush to the surface now that I’ve made myself feel vulnerable. I’ve been intimate with every single one of these guys. I can’t say I remember it all, but it happened. What am I supposed to do with that? If I had been in my right mind, I would have never said yes to anything. But they didn’t necessarily force me to do anything. I can’t deny that, in the moment, everything felt incredible. The passion that has been missing from my life was definitely present in that bed.
I shake my head to clear those thoughts away. It isn’t happening again, especially now that I’m thinking clearly. I just need to bide my time. These guys don’t seem like criminal masterminds or anything, so maybe the police will be busting down their door any minute now, and I’ll be free. My father is wealthy beyond reason, and has endless resources at his disposal. I know Brendan loves me. Between the two of them, there are probably dozens of private security dudes on the lookout for me as well.
I feel calmer now. One day very soon this is all going to be an awful nightmare that I can forget about. I get out of the shower and wrap a big fluffy white towel around myself while I explore the drawers of the vanity. When I find the blow dryer, I’m even calmer. I hate letting my hair air dry, so this is good. Once that’s done, I moisturize my face, give myself a firm nod in the mirror, and head back into the bedroom.
On my bed is a small pile of clothes. There are some sports bras, leggings, T-shirts, sweatshirts, and even a cute blue dress that reminds me of the one I was wearing when they snatched me up. So that’s a no. I notice that they forgot underwear, but it’s not like I haven’t gone commando before. I pull on a pair of simple black leggings, a blue sports bra that is surprisingly comfortable and my size, and a matching blue T-shirt. Now that I’m clothed and comfortable, my plan feels even more doable.
I go to the door, surprised when I find it locked. I know I’m their prisoner, but I guess I thought they’d at least let me out of this room. I refuse to call out to them, so I settle for exploring the room. There’s an empty dresser, so I fold the clothes that were left for me and set them inside. The two chairs at the front of the room are pretty comfortable, the fairly large walk-in closet is empty and sad, and the windows that are nailed shut overlook trees. I can’t tell if we’re in the city, the country, or another state.
There’s a ledge large enough to sit on, so I grab a pillow and one of the smaller blankets off the bed. As soon as I’m situated and comfortable, the door opens. Of course. In walks the man I was hoping to see. Wade offers me a small smile, and I can see he has his medical supplies with him, so I guess I’m getting a check-up again.
“Hey, I was hoping you were awake, so I could do a round of vitals again.”
“Yeah, okay. Do I need to move?”
“No, you can sit there. Did you find everything you needed for your shower?”
I look down at myself and back up at him with a shrug. “Apparently.”
“Right. Sorry. I’m going to listen to your heart first.” Wade places the stethoscope over my heart and moves it around a few times before he looks satisfied.
Wordlessly, he pops a thermometer in my mouth and sets me up with a blood pressure cuff, so I uncross my legs for the reading. When he moves close enough that he brushes up against them, I can’t stop seeing the image of him lying between my legs, licking my center until I exploded around his fingers. My skin goes completely pink, and the evidence of my thoughts shows on my blood pressure reading.
“Your BP is a little high. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine. Being kidnapped probably keeps everyone on edge.” I catch the grimace on his face before he turns around and makes some notes.
“You seem to be doing well enough. I think you should eat and drink more though. I’d be happy to bring something in for you if you’d like?” He looks at me so hopefully.
“I’m not really hungry right now. But, um…”
“What?”
“Well, this is awkward. Do you think you could, uh, stay and talk or something for a little bit. It’s kind of boring in here with nothing to do.” I don’t miss the way his eyes flash to the bed before he responds.
“Yeah, of course.”
As we sit here silently staring at each other, I realize that there probably aren’t a lot of natural talking points for a kidnapper and his victim. Who’d have thought? I pick at a loose thread on the blanket, and inspiration strikes.
“It must be hard for you with all this.” I don’t want to be obvious, but I don’t know how to segue into this kind of conversation.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, with you being the leader of whatever it is you guys are. I’m sure that comes with a lot of extra work and responsibility. It must be hard sometimes.” I do a half-shrug, hoping it makes it look like I don’t actually care about this line of conversation.
Wade laughs. “I’m not the leader. We all pull our own weight, just like we’ve always done.”
“Ah. My mistake. So are you guys all besties, then?” I look up at Wade with curiosity and watch as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed closest to me.
“Obviously, Adler and Hayes are twins. That’s the only blood relation, but we were all raised as brothers. So yeah, I guess we’re besties.”
I decide to change tactics. “You look really young to be a doctor.”
“That’s not a question.” He smirks at me.
