My Abductor, My Submissive 16+

Chapter 15: Questions

"How-"

"You better figure it out," I retort, if I was standing, I would have my hands on my hips, giving him a stern look like a mother would give her child.

"I'll do whatever it takes, as long as we have those kids," he chuckles, knowing it's not as simple as he suggests.

"Give me a kiss, please?" I pout at him, and he looks down at me with soft eyes, making my heart pound faster than it is.

"Of course, future baby mama," he jokes and I playfully slap his firm chest, but it unexpectedly stings, making me groan.

God, he's so hard!

I crease my eyebrows, puzzled by his smirk and the delay in his kiss.

He places his hands on my body and suddenly begins tickling me in all the most ticklish spots, making me shriek and squirm in his arms. "L-Lorenzo... haha, stop..."

"Nope," he grins, continuing to tickle me, and I can't help but squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

"I-I'm going to pee..." I manage to gasp between laughter, but he doesn't stop. "I mean it... L-Lorenzo..."

Why won't he stop?

"I don't care pee," he utters and my eyes widen when he said that.

"Lorenzo!" I gasp.

"Remember you're wearing your favorite white jeans...and it will stain," his hand stops abruptly.

"He murmurs, pecking my lips, "You're lucky I love these jeans."

I chuckle and lean my head on his strong shoulder.

We sit in silence for at least ten minutes, enveloped by the sounds of nature surrounding us.

Four doves gracefully glide past, while the sun smiles down on us, accompanied by puffy white clouds and the gentle breeze that caresses our skin and plays with our hair.

Did Lorenzo truly mean it when he said he wants to marry me? I initially took it as a joke, but if it ever comes to that, perhaps we could, but only if I genuinely fall in love with him.

How did my life transform like this in just a matter of days?

"I have something for you," he murmurs, clearing his throat nervously.

"What is it?" I ask, looking ahead.

I feel him reach into his pocket and retrieve something, causing me to turn and  gaze at his hand, which holds a small box, my eyes widening.

He wouldn't... No... We haven't even been on a single date! "You're not proposing, are you?" I ask hopefully, nervously curling my toes.

He chuckles softly, "Of course not, it's something different," he opens the box, and a sparkling pendant catches my eye.

He presents a stunning diamond necklace.

I gasp as he reveals it to me. It's breathtaking.

How could he afford something like this? It must have cost a fortune.

"Let me help you put it on," he offers and I turn my head, lifting my hair with my hands and wait as he places the diamond necklace around my neck, and then I look down at it in adoration, my lips forming a smile at the sight, my skin tingling with joy and affection.

"It's beautiful. I absolutely adore it, but you really didn't have to," I turn to face him, appreciating his gesture. "Thank you so much, but you don't need to buy me gifts," I reassure him.

Although he's my dominant, I can't help but feel undeserving of this.

"It was nothing. I wanted you to have it because you bring me peace," he states. I gaze at him, puzzled. "Because you're at peace."

At peace with him? What does he mean by that?

"What do you mean, at peace with you?"

"For surrendering yourself to me and choosing to stay even after attempting to leave initially. Despite everything, you're still at peace with me," he explains softly, his eyes filled with adoration as he looks at me, tingling my stomach.

I sigh, realizing the truth in his words.

If I hadn't trusted him, perhaps I would have ended up dead or still struggling to escape. And everything that has transpired between us would never have occurred.

So this gift is for being at peace with him? It's such an extravagant present. "How much did it cost?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of me.

I don't want him to spend too much on me.

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're here now, safe from the person who's trying to harm us," he says, and I turn to look at him, contemplating his words.

All of this wouldn't have started if it weren't for the person who orchestrated my abduction.

But who is that person?

They must have known me well enough to want me dead. "Lorenzo?" I whisper, realizing that I need to uncover the identity of the person who wants me killed.

Who hates me so intensely?

"Yes, Kitten?" He gazes down at me with a cool expression, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Who is it?" I ask him, my words cryptic, causing him to furrow his brow in confusion. "The person who wants me dead," I clarify, desperate for an answer.

He turns his eyes away from me then sighs remorsefully. "Someone close to you," my eyes widen from their sockets.