Alicia's POV
“Let me out!” I screamed at the door, tears coursing down my cheeks. “Please…” I fell to the ground, all hope of leaving this prison slipping away like sand through my fingers. A whimper left my lips at the idea of never leaving here, never seeing the sun again, or my dingy apartment...How did things come down to this?
I curled up into a fetal position thinking about the series of strange, surreal events that had overturned my life this week from what it had been before… Five days ago: “Do I really have to do this?” I grumbled to Daya, the only friend I had. She was fixing her makeup, putting on some eye glitter on her lids expertly, but had the time to turn around and fix me a long glare. “Don’t start with that kind of attitude now, Alicia,” she warned me in her no-nonsense tone. “Besides, you should be happy I even thought to take you out on your birthday. You’re no longer a teenager. You’re 22! How much longer are you going to keep on complaining about my goodwill?” I sighed, my hands finding the bottom hem of the INCREDIBLY short minidress she had tossed at me from the depths of her closet. “But-“ I tried to speak again but this time she tossed a small object at me. I caught it luckily before it would hit my face, and gazed down at it. It was a small compact powder. “Stop complaining! Do something about your makeup. I don’t have time for that tonight. The dress and heels will have to do,” she wrinkled her nose as she glared at me before returning to patting more color on her lids. I let time pass a little by obliging her, removing my glasses and putting on some powder. I already had lip gloss in my bag and so, I put that on too. I gazed at my reflection showing on the small round mirror. My round eyes with blue pupils shone now that the view of my face was unobstructed by frames. That, combined with the freckles and heart shaped face I bore, painted a lovely picture. I was beautiful. My brows furrowed and I let out a small, frustrated sigh. But beautiful wasn’t what I wanted. Growing up in an orphanage and later attending a public school where the prettier, softer girls got the worst sort of attention, I didn’t want to be seen as pretty in any way, shape or form. I immediately put on the glasses: though not prescribed, they helped as a sort of disguise I treasured. I became invisible: no one commented on my eyes, or my features, and instead walked past me like I was never there. The perfect sort of life. “By the way. Did I tell you about yesterday? I got the number of a major modeling agent. I’m going to see him the next night,” Daya was saying. “Yeah?” I didn’t bother telling her that she had already told me this thrice now. With how many times she had told me the story within the last day, I already knew something about that was suspicious. Modeling agents didn’t lounge around in seedy bars after all. But I knew Daya didn’t care - all she wanted was a life of luxury and to be some supermodel. The sound of the doorbell ringing in the small apartment saved me from more whining about my appreance from my only friend. I put my hair up into a bun, similar to the style I wore at the small office I had met her in. “That must be Jimmy,” she stated, standing up, and tossing the brush she held somewhere on her bed. “Let’s go!” An hour later Daya and I walked into the club, aptly named Dark Desire. It was one of the most exclusive clubs in the entire city, and Daya and I were only able to get in due to Jimmy’s connections, working as a lighting specialist for various events, from what I had gathered. “Oh hey, there’s the DJ!” Daya pointed and tugged her flavor of the week in that direction. “Go on, Alicia! We’ll meet up with you later!” I winced at how loud everything was: the music, the raised voices. Too much for me. This is the last time, I promised myself, and went over to the only place I could find some peace: the bar. I sat down on one of the barstools trying to think of what to order. “Um… can I get a rum and coke?” I tried to signal the bartender, but he wasn’t paying attention, or rather, I was so invisible I couldn’t even order. “A rum and coke for the lady,” a deep British baritone rang out right beside me, that my heart stopped. “And another round for me.” I turned to see… Oh. He was… the most handsome man I had ever seen. His eyes met mine and somehow, even though my eyes were obscured by the glasses, I knew he could SEE me. Almost like he had done some magic spell, I saw a drink in front of me without even another word said. “Here you go, sir,” the bartender handed the man his own drink, and I was sure I saw a flicker of respect in his eyes. Was this man beside me that prominent of a fellow? Somehow I could imagine it. I picked up the drink, turning to the man who looked stately and elegant. The strobe lights weren’t enough to make me take my eyes off him and I mouthed, “Thank you,” to him gratefully. “My pleasure,” his voice washed over me and made me melt. “You don’t look like you belong here.” “I- I’m not sure that I do,” I replied, raising my voice above the noise. Talking to him was worth it. “It’s my birthday today. My friend brought me here.” “Happy birthday,” he sounded pleased, and I was captivated. “I’m Acker Madden.” How could no one swoon at the sight of him? “I’m Alicia,” I said to him, smiling despite myself. I idly noticed that all of the club goers seemed to give us a large berth, as though there was a force field around us. But I didn’t care. I had found something to be excited about tonight. Sipping on the alcoholic beverage, I was content to spend my time in the club getting to know about this mysterious hunk of a man. … I groaned as I came to, my eyes flickering open. My mouth felt like there was cotton in it and I pushed myself to sit up. What happened? Oh no, I thought, as my vision cleared up and i realized I wasn’t back at my apartment. I looked down at myself, and realized I was naked. Oh no. I left the bed, shuffling away and still trying to piece together before I heard a noise behind me. My heart stopped and I turned around slowly, to see a man on the bed. No, not just any man, but the man I had spent the night in the club talking to for a long time with. Acker. It was clear what happened between him and I by our collective nude states. A shiver rolled down my spine as I glanced at the toned musculature of the man covered partly by the sheets. He was impressive. Memories rushed through my head: blurred drunken ones. We had talked for a long time and I had ended up spilling a lot of my life story to him. I had embarrassed myself and yet… I remembered the deep British burr of his voice that could only be classified as sex. Seeing him shift on be bed, I startled. Damn, I had to get out of here now! Quietly as I could I began to pick up my clothes, slowly putting them on. The dress Daya had lent me was all shades of difficult to put on, but I didn’t have a choice. Before Acker could ever wake up and see me, I rushed out of the hotel room, my heart pounding and mouth dry as the drunken memories from last night filled my mind. … “Where did you go last night?” Daya startled me as she said those words, entering my tiny office later that morning and sitting on the only other chair inside it, fixing her almond shaped brown eyes on me. “What?” I breathed out in shock, still processing everything. “I didn’t see you in the club yesterday. I forgot to call you when Jimmy and I left but… you didn’t do anything too out there, did you?” She asked nonchalantly. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” I stuttered out, fixing my eyes in the paperwork the manager tasked me with. I was hoping to get a promotion that would give me a good enough raise to move out of my dingy apartment soon. Maybe Daya would get the drift and go back to her own work for once. “Oh whatever. You probably went home early anyway,” she huffed, waving her arms about. “Anyway, I’m going out for a shopping trip. I need a new dress to meet that agent, you know. Cover for me?” Before I could say something she was off, her heels clicking out of the cubicle of an office, leaving me alone. I decided to focus on getting to work. I’d try my best to forget about that man. Yet as I went about my day, all I could think about were the stormy eyes and striking face under the strobe lights and pounding music of the club. …Alicia's POVI couldn't help the groan that left my lips at the words that Daya said to me.“Daya, not this! I can’t go out with you this time,” I tried to decline her invitation, or rather, pressure to spend another night clubbing. To my luck it was a weekend. But it didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t interested. “Oh, don’t complain about it! Come on, Alicia! You saw how fun the club was, didn't you? I thought you would have gotten a taste for it,” Daya’s golden blonde hair bounced as she curled her strands expertly with the curling iron. “Besides, I’m broken-hearted, Alicia. Jimmy broke up with me yesterday and you didn’t even try to comfort me. Don’t be so horrible to your friend. Aren’t we friends?” ‘Against my better judgement,’ I wanted to respond, but chose to only nod. To be fair, though, Jimmy likely found out he wasn’t the only one she was dating and reacted badly to the ‘surprising’ revelation.Knowing her, it wasn't a secret that she tended to shop around for the perfec
Alicia: I never counted on being stuck in a tense situation with two devilishly handsome men in the damn bathroom to occur in my life, like, ever. Acker looked like he just stepped right out of some movie, and I could hardly take my eyes off of him. Wait, I paused in my flustered act over the presence of the man I spent a night with earlier this week, and realized what he had said. Mikael? Did he mean… the man that was currently pinning me to the wall of the restroom? Was that Mikael? Did the two of them KNOW each other? “Acker Madden,” the man- Mikael - spoke with hints of familiarity in his voice, a smirk on his lips. He was undoubtedly the very image of an Adonis, and I would have swooned if it wasn’t such a strange, difficult situation I was in, stuck between him and a hard place. Literally.If Daya were here, she would FREAK out. “How has it been? I thought you’d stay in London for the summer,” Mikael continued as though I wasn’t there, even though I felt his hand pinning m
Alicia's POV The whole way to work, I trembled, but managed to keep a straight face. My vacant state thankfully hidden behind my glasses, and my typical ‘mousy’ look on like an armor, I pushed forward and looked forward to the time I could enter my office and lay my head on the desk.Then I let out a long tired sigh and closed my eyes briefly. This peace was fleeting but I craved it.Just for a few seconds before work started. That would be some goddamned reprieve from all the turbulent emotions I felt. Unfortunately it wasn’t to be so, for as soon as I sat behind my desk, the door suddenly flung open, and a telltale scent of designer perfume filled the air. “Alicia, guess what!” Daya was grinning from ear to ear, not noticing the look of frustration and exasperation on my face. She was so loud. Would I be a bad friend if I told her to pipe down at least a little this morning?I winced as she continued, willfully blind to my state. “I know you went home early last night , so you m
Alicia's POVThat was the wrong thing to say, apparently, to my best friend with the nosiest personality in the world. Daya’s eyes narrowed at me and she looked like she was about to spit venom at me, rearing her head back like a python. “What?“ she asked in a low tone. “No one? NO ONE, Alicia? Are you sure you wanna play that shit right now?” I frowned at her; what more was she expecting me to say? HAD I said the wrong thing? “I know what happened,” she pointed her finger accusingly at me. “I’m sure that’s what you’ve been hiding from me all this time. You went home with some rich guy didn’t you? And you chose not to tell me?! It's true, isn't it?! You're hiding something so important! How COULD you, Alicia?!" I was getting more annoyed by her making a huge fuss out of something that wasn’t even her business to begin with. What did this have to do oth her? Nothing.It wasn't even something that I wanted to be involved in. Whatever games these two men were playing I didn't unde
Alicia's POV:My breaths came out shallowly and echoed in the empty metal cell. I had already begun to smell a staleness in the air and it made me feel so dirty. No one had come, and I didn’t even know whether it had been a day or a couple of hours. Time was hard to tell when one couldn’t see the sun after all.“Why is this happening to me?” I murmured to myself, curled up in a fetal position. I laid my head against the wall next to the door, praying for someone, anyone to come. At some point I thought I might have heard footsteps, but I wasn’t sure.Suddenly I heard a loud sound of metal creaking and it made me jolt to a standing position, wide eyed at the door where I could have sworn the sound came from.What was going on? My hope surged once more as I realized it must be someone.“Help,” my voice was hoarse as my throat was dry. “Please…”As soon as I had said that the door swung open and I winced at the sound of the creaking door. I noticed it was a burly man that walked in, lo
Alicia's POV:My… what?It was as though blood rushed through my ears and I could barely consider the words for a second. With the situation I was in, it took a while before it fully sank in.My father?This man… this Senator Duncan, was my father?“That’s impossible,” the words immediately left my lips, and the man chuckled like I had said something incredibly funny.What was so funny? What was the joke? Was I the joke?My mind worked furiously to understand.“It doesn't matter what you think, fiorellino. You're the daughter of a powerful senator. Congratulations,” his smirk widened and I felt like I was more afraid. What was there to celebrate? “And you… are going to help me, fiorellino. By being my hostage. You see, my business is being attacked by laws beyond my control. Wonderful country you have here, by the way. And troublesome and finicky your fucking laws are. Your father… he can help me,” he waved his hand around, keeping his green eyes trained on me.I heard something vibrat
Acker's POV:The air was filled with a scent of lemon, a strange choice for a car scent but I wasn't going to complain as long as it didn't disturb me.Acker's POV:The air was filled with a scent of lemon, a strange choice for a car scent but I wasn't going to complain as long as it didn't disturb me.But my focus wasn’t on the car or how comfortable the leather seats were. My focus was on her - Alicia Stevens. The girl I had taken to bed that night after I had returned to the US to check on my investments.If I had known she was that special I would never have removed my eyes from her even for a second.I listened to the sounds of her presence beside me.She was quiet. Too quiet, for my liking.I removed my eyes from the phone where I was exchanging messages with Mikael, who was in the car behind mine, and Javier, my right hand man. Both separate conversations but with similar topics at hand. Alicia was staring out the window, through the tinted black glass to the landscape outside.
Alicia’s POV:Get it together, Alicia. I tried to listen to the chiding head in my voice that reminded me of Daya, the friend who had no idea where I was.It was impossible to listen to those words though, whether they were real or imagined.I was only faintly aware of the fact that I was hyperventilating. Everything had happened so fast, I had just seen and been through a lot of things that I never expected to have been through.Tears spilled down my cheeks and my hands clenched, trying to find somewhere, something, anything to ground myself. Why did this have to happen to me? I kept my head down. I was a quiet person. I never involved myself in anything shady. I had never wanted to be noticed, much less abducted!I felt something like a cloth being dabbed onto my cheeks, and I tried to move away from it instinctively only for my hands to be caught, pulling me Into a sitting position firmly.“Alicia,” I faintly recognized this was Acker talking, through the turbulent emotions that