AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He nods, then bursts out laughing when I jump into his arms, kissing him. He pulls back, grinning at me. “And I got you some things I noticed you eyeing earlier, when you didn’t think I was paying attention.”
“What?” I breathe, too in shock to say anything else.
He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but it is. I’ve been acting like a crazy bitch on speed all day. “I’ll show you when we get back. Oh, and we’re totally ordering room service. My feet can’t take another step at this point.”
I smile at him, kissing him quickly before pulling away. “You are amazing, CJ. I love you so much. And I’m sorry for acting so crazy today.”
He laughs again, kissing the tip of my nose. “Cupcake, I’ll take you any way I can get you; crazy and all. I’m just glad you’ve had a nice time.”
“I’ve had the best,” I tell him sincerely. It’s been one day I’ll never forget, and I can’t wait to go over all my goodies when we get back, and post pictures on Facebook.
Not being able to keep my hands or lips away, I press forward, deepening the kiss until we’re forced to pull away by the catcalls and whistles.
“Come on, let’s get back and order room service.”
I glance up at the huskiness in his voice that causes my stomach to tighten. His eyes are filled with desire, catching my breath.
“I love you,” I tell him softly, my gaze never wavering.
I love him so much it hurts. I love him when he drives me crazy, when he eats my sweets, and when he wakes me up too goddamn early. I love him fiercely, irrevocably. I love him more than my heart can take. But I’ll try, because I can’t imagine being in a world where I don’t.
His gaze softens, and he brings his hands up to cup my cheeks. He kisses the tip of my nose, his lips spreading into a warm smile when he pulls back to look at me. “Not as much as I love you, Cupcake.”
“I do.”
“Impossible,” he breathes, before kissing me once more, taking my breath away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A chocked cry crawls its way up my throat when I hear a door in the near distance click shut. That sound can only mean one thing:
He’s here and he’s close.
Fat tear drops fall down my cheeks, splashing against my knees that are pressed against my chest.
It still feels like I’m living in a nightmare. I’ve been pinching the inside of my arms, willing myself to wake up. But I can’t.
It’s real, every single second of it.
Sunday, I went for my morning run. My trainer, who is helping me prep for my marathon, demanded I train every morning. Most of the time I do track at our local sports club, but every Sunday morning, I like to go out, breathe in the fresh air.
It started off as a normal day; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I had been running for twenty minutes when I reached the crossing where one path leads to the park and the other to the train station. That’s where I had been hit from behind.
I woke up here.
In Hell.
I still don’t understandwhyI am here.
I’ve asked the man who took me so many times why he wants me, what I did to deserve being stolen. I’ve begged him to free me, but he talks over me, like he doesn’t hear me speak.
On the second day of waking up here?and I’m only guessing the days as I’m going by the one meal he brings me each day?I panicked, screaming and shouting for him to free me. He lost his patience, and before me, in a fit of rage, I met the demon nightmares are made of.
He was a monster when he hit me, cutting my lip open in a deep gash. That day I was humiliated.
Being scared out of my mind, not knowing what was going to happen to me, I soiled myself. I wept, begged, and fought for him to let me go home, but to no avail.
I wanted my mum and dad.
