Held Captive

Compromise

Laylah's POV

I tear open the door and bound down the stairs as fast as I can. The only thing that's on my mind is to escape as I grab a kitchen knife and race down the main hall.

"Put it down" I hear Vixen's deep voice cut through my rush of adrenaline. I turn around and point the knife straight at him, "Back up" I warn, ready to fight my way out. His quiet footsteps make their way towards me slowly.

"I said stay. Back." I try to sound intimidating but my voice shakes a little. He says nothing as he slowly pries my grip from the knife. I look around and realize i'm surrounded by his security. 

Shit.

"Vixen please-". "Shut up" I'm cut off by his sharp words and watch as he waves his hand at the men and they scurry away. One stays behind and keeps his hand on the gun in his holster. 

"Drew, take her to my penthouse and make sure she doesn't try anything." 

The man comes around and gently grips my arm before dragging me out the door and into a sleek BMW. He gets in the backseat with me and briskly tells the driver our destination. I bring my arms around myself and silently cry. I can't believe I got myself in this situation better yet that my kidnapper is none other than the boy iv'e been crushing on since my freshman year. Maybe iv'e done something for the universe to think I deserve this. I feel just as defeated and useless as my nine-year old self was on the worst day of my life. I haven't even told Gwen what happened. I don;t think i'll ever be able to talk about it. I snuggle into the comfortable seat and my eyes drift closed as sleep catches up to me, despite my mind going one hundred miles per hour.

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My eyes drift open and the sun hits me right in my eyes. I groan and turn the other way. My heart almost leaps out of my chest as I come face to face with a shirtless, sleeping Vixen. He looks so peaceful. No where near as intimidating when he's awake. 

Wait, why am I in Vixen's bed? Did we.. 

I take a peek under the covers and see that I still have on the same clothes from last night. Suddenly everything starts to make since. I'm at Vixen's Penthouse because I basically tried to kill him last night. Well I was too scared to actually do anything but you know what I mean. I try to be as quiet as possible as I pull the covers off. 

"Don't even think about it" His deep groggy voice breaks through the silence. 

"I need to use the bathroom" I lie. He sighs and stays silence for what seems like forever before saying 5 minutes. I pad across the room to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I look for anything that could be a potential weapon but it's as if he prepared for this. The sink is bare and there's nothing but a shower, tub and toilet that make up the rest of the bathroom. I flush the toilet and turn on the water to make my little lie more realistic. 

He was right. There really was no escape. 

I turn the water off and step out of the bathroom. I expect to see the devil himself but instead a mouth watering smell fills my mouth and my stomach grumbles as if just now realizing how hungry it's been. I slowly walk out of the door that is now wide open and follow the smell. I didn't really get a chance to look at the place before but now, I stare in awe at the floor to ceiling windows that have the sun shining beautifully on Vixen's modern white furniture. 

His apartment really was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as hi-

Nope, not going there.  

I turn the corner and am faced with the sexiest site I ever had the glory of witnessing. Vixen's back is strong and defined through the tight compression shirt he has on as he turns off the stove and plates pancakes, bacon and eggs.