Emily Warner

Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven’t gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends were in a happy relationship.I was happy for all of them but I hated how jealous I was. I just found out that Elizabeth and Victoria were pregnant, there is something going on with Danika and Jake, lastly Landon was also invested in a girl.And what am I doing you ask?I am sitting in front of the television every night with a bottle of wine and scrolling through happy engagement pictures of Hank Simmons.I lied to everyone, my family, friends and coworkers. I told them I am going on a trip to the Bahamas but what was I actually going to do? Sit in my bed, crying and making weird ass noises to express the pain I can’t put into words.I think even my cat is worried about me now.Hank Simmons was th

Emily Warner“So which is why I kind of wished that spilling beans actually meant spilling milk and vice versa because I genuinely think, I am pretty passionate about this matter. It so close to my heart th-" I pour my heart out as he rubs his ridiculously handsome face, probably wondering how we got to this point in our conversation.Honestly I don’t remember either.“No, enough. I can’t do this. I should have taped your mouth instead of your hands.” He says as he unlocks my handcuffs.“Now listen to me, open the door, take the food and then shut it immediately. Without a word. I will be right behind you, out of his sight, so that you don’t try anything.” He tells me, his face close to my ear, making shivers pass down my spine.No man smells this fucking good.“Okay but he will wonder who you are if he sees you.” I say as I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.How bad is it that I am actually not scared of this guy or this situation?

Emily Warner“Okay can you at least tell me your name? You’ve been living here for a day now and you have been on that WRETCHED LAPTOP the entire time. See, I am tired and hungry, also I need to shower and change my clothes. Please!!” I yell as I look at him typing away on the laptop, paying me no heed.This hot jerk.“Well, you can call me Carter but that’s not my name and yes, you can shower. I won’t tell you my name because I am leaving soon and I don’t want to leave any traces or information. Yes, you can shower and change. I'll cook some food for us.” He says as he finally keeps my laptop aside after hours and heads towards me.My breathing elevates as I gulp my saliva when this tall strong guy approaches me as I try to not look at his muscles that were prominent through his clothes. Thankfully, I had a few men’s clothing lying around, don’t ask me why.Fine, I think they are very comfortable for some reason so I bought them.

Emily Warner“Why am I here with you? You could have gone to the market on your own, there is no need for me to come here with you. Unless, you took my advice and started considering me a threat? Oh my god, Carter, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I say as I smile widely as we walk through Target, pleased that now I am considered a dangerous hostage.It’s so flattering.“Sure.” He says monotonously, barely paying any attention to me, as he looked around.“Also, I need you with me so I look less suspicious, someone like you can balance me out.” He says as I look at his appearance.Yes, he looked like a criminal.Wait, did he say ‘someone like me’?“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say in an angry tone, making him smirk a little as he shakes his head.“For your information, I got detention three times.” I say as I walk ahead to see a mountain of Nutella jars, arranged in a beautiful way.This is what I

Emily Warner“Okay, that’s it. You either tell me everything about your mission or whatever this is or get out of my house.” I say sternly as he looks up at me with an amusing smile on his handsome face and raised eyebrows.That smile was evil but kind of hot. Nothing about this guy can give someone a good feeling, he screamed danger.“I am not leaving and no, I am not telling you anything because the more you know, the more trouble you will get into. And from what I’ve learnt about you so far is that you can’t keep that pretty little mouth shut, so you can understand my hesitation when it comes to telling you something. No offense.”“Absolutely not. I never agreed to no offense. I am taking offense to each and every word. Every time you insult me, you say no offense as if that is magically going to heal the pain.”“Pain?” He ask as he pursed his lips, trying not to laugh.“No, if you are trying not to laugh at least do a better