SimoneNick sent a car for me to my house the following evening. I was all packed for our mini vacation, though I still didn't know where we were going. He simply told me to pack a lot of bikinis and dress sexy. Easy enough.The car took me to a private hangar at the airport. I'd flown on a private jet a couple of times, but I still wasn't quite used to it. It was odd not having to wait for a hundred or more people to grumpily find their seats on a plane.Nick greeted me at the bottom of the steps and escorted me onto the luxurious private jet. The seats were made of real leather and could be converted into beds for longer flights. There was a fully stocked mini-bar, and I was handed a dinner menu. The chef on board could make me anything I wanted."Do you like it?" Nick asked, almost shyly.I smiled brightly at him. "This is the best flying experience I've ever had.""It gets better," he said, then made a motion toward the back of the plane.A woman appeared from a room
SimoneAll too soon, it was Sunday afternoon, and we had to drive back to the small airport to go home. I didn't think we'd stopped touching once the entire trip. We'd held hands and danced and connected so many times. Nick was like an extension of me, and I wasn't sure how I would feel when I had to give up that time with him.We took the long way to the airport again, and I should've been taking in the views since the sun was up this time. I didn't care about that, though. I was glued to Nick.We kissed long and hard and his fingers moved inside of me for the entire ride. It was like he was addicted to having his fingers there. I think he liked it more than I did, and I liked it a lot.When we reached the airport, I reluctantly moved away from him and we straightened up our clothes. Rather than letting me get out on my own, he made me stay in the car until he could get to the other side and offer his hand. It was very old-fashioned and gentlemanly. I was obsessed.We got ba
SimoneNick dropped me off at my house, promising to come back and spend the night after he went home and grabbed a few things. I was still reeling from the news and so heartbroken. I truly wondered why these men would risk everything for me. I really wasn't worth it.The first thing I did when I walked through the door was call Mandy."Hey, babe," she said brightly. "I thought you'd be too busy buried in Nick Morgan's taint to call me tonight.""Mandy," I sobbed, and her tone instantly changed to concern."What's going on, Simone? Who do I need to kill?""Michael is getting cut from the team because of me," I told her miserably. "The new team owners think our relationship is bad for their brand.""They f*cking what?" she roared. "Oh, that's bullshit! I bet we could file a lawsuit against them."I could picture her getting on her computer to start Googling the legalities of the action. It wouldn't matter, though. One way or another, Michael's job was in jeopardy because
SimoneThere was a pounding in my head, and I was vaguely aware that something wasn't right. I couldn't quite remember what, though. All I could remember was being on a plane with Nick. Had I fallen asleep? Did we crash and die?No, that wasn't right. We landed. He took me home. He was coming back to see me and…And what?Something had happened to me, but it was just out of my mental grasp. Had I passed out? I'd been really upset about Michael. Michael! I thought he was at the door.Michael wasn't at the door. Nick wasn't at the door. But someone had knocked, right?My head was swimming with thoughts that I couldn't quite hold onto. The second a thought entered my head it was gone again. Everything was hazy and dark.And my legs and arms felt broken. Maybe not broken, but definitely in the wrong place. I must have passed out, that must be what I couldn't remember.I tried to move my arms, but they were stuck. Was I paralyzed? No, not paralyzed. I definitely had the abil
MichaelI looked at the clock again, knowing it wasn't going to say anything different. Simone was over an hour late. She hadn't called, hadn't texted. In fact, I hadn't heard from her since she landed. I tried not to let my imagination get away from me; she was probably just in a dead zone or something where her phone wasn't working. Or, maybe she had jet lag and had taken a nap and overslept. I decided to call Nick. Maybe she was still with him. The line rang several times, but he didn't pick up. What the f*ck? I was ready to punch him in the face for making me worry about her, if that's where she was. I can't believe they wouldn't call if she was going to be late for my night.I decided to make another call"What's up Mike?" Rob answered on the first ring."I wish I knew," I said. "Have you heard from Nick?" I was legitimately pissed. He could have at least called if he was planning on taking more time with Simone. "What's going on?" he asked, confused. "What's up w
SimoneWhen I opened my eyes, everything was different. It was the same room, I was sure, but Nick was no longer in a chair. Instead, he was handcuffed to a bed. I pulled against my own bindings and felt cold metal rather than itchy rope.The bitch had handcuffed us both.Speaking of, she was laying in the bed next to Nick, wearing a sheer nightie and little else. I wanted to kill her."Don't touch him," I managed weakly.My body was so exhausted, despite the fact that I'd just woken up. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since I got here. I had no idea what day it was even.Crystal turned slowly to give me a wicked grin."Oh, Simone," she said. "I'm a lot of things, but I would never take advantage of someone sleeping. I'm not a total whore like you.""For f*ck's sake, Crystal," I groaned. "How are you this mad at me? Or this crazy?"She got out of the bed and stood up, staring me down."I'm not f*cking crazy!" she yelled at me. "You're a nasty slut who wants to
RobI'd had to go home to get my other laptop, which had the right software for what I needed to do. As soon as I had the evidence I needed, I raced to the police station with the USB drive clutched in my hand. On it was all the footage I'd been able to compile of the kidnapping. I'd also managed to get footage of Nick's house with my other software. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was enough to prove that they were in immediate danger.I walked into the station to find Michael already there, sitting in one of the plastic chairs in the lobby. He looked frustrated and antsy."What's going on?" I asked him."They f*cking want me to go home," he growled. "They said they've got this handled and to let them do their job."I was suddenly furious."What?" I shouted. "Hell no. I'm going to go talk to someone."I went to the front desk, where a very rude officer told me to have a seat and that someone would be with me shortly. I was fuming. Between Michael and me, there was proba
SimoneNick still hadn't woken up, so I knew Crystal wouldn't do anything to him. I also doubted she'd make a pass at him if he truly protested her advances. She was psycho, but apparently still believed in consent. My biggest fear was what she might do if he did refuse her.I couldn't believe how far-gone Nick still was. They must have given him enough tranquilizer to put down an elephant. It hurt me to see him so helpless. And I was helpless. A million more tears fell from my eyes. I just wanted to go home. I wanted my boys.I was sure I was hallucinating when the door burst open and Michael and Rob ran in. I realized, with startling clarity, that they were, in fact, walking toward me looking horrified.Behind them a group of police officers ran in, guns drawn on Crystal. Rather than putting her hands up, she started laughing hysterically. Psycho bitch.Rob was loosening the gag on my mouth as Michael perched in front of me, reassuring me everything was okay. I could barely