Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
5
Summer
Watching my seven-foot giant of a kidnapper preparing macaroni and cheese on the stove is just as unreal as the rest of the last few hours. My pathetic attempt to kill him didn’t go as planned, and now he is making me mac and cheese.
Who could’ve known the night would end this way?
Wiggling my butt in the chair, I remember that I’m basically naked. The only thing covering my body is his oversized shirt that fits me more like a tent.
Curious to know more about this man, even though I’m still convinced he’s going to kill me. I let my gaze wander around the kitchen. It’s very nice and surprisingly modern since the outside of the house looks more like a dark lord’s castle from the eighteen hundreds.
My gaze halts on Ezra. He put on some pants while I was in the bathroom. Thank god, but he’s still half-naked since he’s not wearing a shirt. Even though I shouldn’t, I watch his muscles flex as he stirs the mac cheese in the pan.
I’ve become mesmerized by the movement, that is until a low chuckle snaps me out of it. I blink just as he starts walking toward me with a bowl in his hand.
“Enjoying the show?” He grins at me, showing off a pair of dazzling white teeth. They’re sharp-looking, almost as if he could rip into my skin with little effort.
“I-I wasn’t looking at you.”
My face, that was half frozen earlier, now seems to be on fire.
“It’s okay to look. I was made for you just as much as you were made for me,” he explains his delusional fantasy once more while placing the bowl in front of me. I didn’t even notice him putting the mac and cheese in the bowl. That’s how caught up in him I was.
“Um, thank you.” I take the fork he laid on the table earlier and start to dig in.
He takes the seat across from me and leans back in the chair, his dark gaze moves over me, and I can feel it like a slow-moving fire over my skin.
“Are you not going to eat?” For a split second, I wonder if he put something in my food. Maybe he’s trying to drug me?
“I would much rather watch you eat.” He smirks like a weirdo.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
I take a timid bite, making sure it doesn’t taste funny just to realize it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten. My mouth waters and my brain urges me to continue eating. Taking another few bites, I stifle a moan. How is this so good?
“I’m glad you like it.” He gives me another smile like he is thoroughly satisfied with himself. “I’ll make sure we always have your favorites here, especially once you get pregnant. You’re going to want to eat a lot then.”
I choke on the mac and cheese at the word pregnant and head straight into a coughing attack.
“Shit, hold on.” In a flash, he is at my side, rubbing his large palm over my back gently. How can someone so crazy, act and look so normal at times?
I need to get away from him before I start believing his crazy story.
“I think I’m good now,” I wheeze when the coughing subsides. “Can I get some water, please.”
“Of course.” He turns his back to me and walks over to the sink.
Running might be a longshot, but I need to take the chance.
I need to get out of here. Especially now that he thinks I’m going to get pregnant with his babies. Jumping off the chair, I dash out of the kitchen and into the hallway leading to the front door. He curses behind me, his voice coming from the kitchen. There’s a chance I can do this, that I can get away.
I don’t hear his footsteps behind me, and for a moment, I think I’m free. That moment is short-lived when I’m tackled from behind. A scream rips from my throat as we’re flying through the air. I prepare myself to hit the floor face-first, but the impact never comes.
Ezra turns us at the last second so that he hits the floor, taking the brunt of the impact, and I land on top of him. His arms hold me securely to his body the whole time.
A groan slips past his lips, but he doesn’t let go of me.
“I tried to be nice and let you adjust. I tried to do this the easy way and go at your pace, but you leave me no choice,” he growls into the shell of my ear as he gets up from the floor, taking me right along with him. Instead of cradling me to his chest like before, he throws me over his shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes.
“I’m sorry. I just want to go home,” I whine, which seems to anger him more.