Part one

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Taken.

I heard the muffled sound of an alarm going off as I slowly opened my eyes to reality. Wait, I didn’t have an alarm clock. And those shoes, they certainly weren’t mine. So that left only one question. Where the hell was I?

Then I saw him, quietly creeping in with a small grin on his face. I recognized that smile from anywhere. It was Oliver. His deep, sea grey eyes glared at me when he realized I was awake. He slowly started walking to me, gliding his hands through his dark silky hair making him look sexier than ever. His simple, white top was clinging to his perfectly chiselled body. He chuckled as he realized I was checking him out, he knew I wanted him.

Within seconds, he was on top of me in bed, pinning me down. We both stayed like that for what seemed like forever, just staring into each other’s eyes, until he began to lean closer. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he lowered himself. My heart was racing, not knowing what to expect next. That’s when he kissed me. Not just any old kiss, this was hot and passionate. His lips were warm and soft. Perfect. His hands were gently making their way up my legs and to my waist when I realized, I didn’t want this, but I couldn’t stop myself.

He slowly pulled away. But I didn’t want him to, so I quickly pulled him back and roughly kissed him. I think he got the message as he smiled and started lifting my top up, moving his hands to my belly. He trailed his kisses down my neck, making me moan to myself. I lifted my hand and started gliding it through his hair, gently tugging it with pleasure as his spare hand made its way down to my shorts. He started to slowly pull them down when I suddenly froze. I definitely did not want this.

Only a few days ago, Oliver had taken me from my home in London and drove me out into the middle of nowhere. Away from my family and friends. He, of course, thought he was doing the right thing by letting me start a new life with him. But he was wrong.

With all my strength, I pushed him off me. I knew he would never hurt me, he loved me too much. Back at home, I could use his love of me to get him to do anything for me. I now realised just how wrong I had been for doing that. I wanted to go home, but unfortunately that was the one thing he was not willing to let me do.

I must have dosed off again because when I woke, the room was full of darkness. The only light came from a small TV set that murmured every now and then. A dark figure sat cross-legged in front of it. The building was either a cheap hotel, or an abandoned house that had been convenient for Oliver. You could clearly tell this place was a hotel, but you could also see why someone would want to abandon it.

Oliver knew I was awake as he whispered to me “You talk in your sleep you know.”

“Really” Was all I had to say. I tried to make my voice sound as uninterested as I possibly could, but I couldn’t help but wonder what I had said.

“You said my name a few times. And mentioned your mum.” He said slowly before turning around to look at me, it was like he knew what I was thinking. He had sympathy in his eyes. Like he was truly sorry for everything that had happened to me in the past three weeks.

“Ohh.” I couldn’t quite manage to continue. I felt my eyes slowly turn blurry and a small tear managed to escape without my permission. Wait, was I crying? I never cry! And I’m not going to start now.

“Oliver, can’t we just..-“

“No!” He said fast. I was cut off before I could finish. But I could tell he knew what I was about to say.

“But what about my dad? He’ll be worried sick, and straight after my mum..” I sighed. Just thinking of my dad alone without me and my mum made me want to cry. He had never been alone before, and it can’t be that nice.

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