Captive (1)

“Where the hell have you brought me?” Sia demanded as she spotted Leon casually sitting at the breakfast table and biting into his sandwich. Her anger flared so intensely that she swore she wouldn’t think twice before unloading a bullet into that smug and obnoxious head of his. Just minutes ago, she had woken up in a strange bedroom, dressed in a night suit. Who the hell had changed her clothes? The last thing she remembered was being in his car, talking to him, and then... nothing.

Fucking Leon Hart!

Fuming, she marched downstairs and found him in the living room, looking far too relaxed for her liking.

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart,” Leon grinned, his voice dripping with smugness.

That grin made her blood boil even more.

“Send me back!” she barked, her tone sharp as if he were one of her subordinates. The words like please and thank you were not a part of her dictionary.

Leon pointed nonchalantly towards the door. “There it is.”

Sia shot him a furious glare and stormed towar