Chapter 6

Annah's eyes darted around as she surveyed the surrounding. She was shocked to have found herself in a lavishly elegant room, lying on a king-sized bed. Annah wondered how long she had been asleep, because the last thing she remembered was entering the helicopter with the man that kidnapped her.

Yes! Now she remembered, she was kidnapped!

Upon the discovery, she tried to move but found out she had been restrained. Her hands were cuffed behind her and it brought a wave of shock. Even as her mind flashback to the dream she had.

It was just like this in the dream, held captive and kidnapped. The only difference was that she wasn't in the dungeon but in a comfortable room. One that speaks of wealth, giving an insight to her kidnapper's riches.

But despite the beauty of the room, she still needs to leave. She isn't saved at all.

On that note, she began to struggle to get herself free from the bound on her hands but was unable to. Then, she tried moving backwards until she got the right position to sit upright before proceeding to take a glance at the room again.

The question that kept bugging her was why was she kidnapped in the first place?

Mostly because the last words of her kidnapper continued ringing in her head.

"As long as you give the boss what he wants. He will release you in no time."

But what does this unknown boss wants from her? What did she have to offer in order to get released?

These questions were plaguing her mind but she had no answers to them. Instead, she was perplexed and not quite sure what to do.

Just as the different thoughts were running in her mind, she heard the creak of the door, following by a bang. Which caused her attention to shift to the direction of the noise. While her heart kept racing in panic and fear as she awaited whosoever just stepped in.

Just then, a pair of leather black shoes appeared in the doorway as the person wearing them walked in gracefully. Even as creaking noises followed the footsteps. Annah's eyes trailed the shoes and slowly moved up to the face of the owner, going from the bottom to the up.

 Then, reality hit her as her instincts immediately told her that her dream was about to become a reality. She got the shock of her life as she almost jumped up from the bed in surprise.

Her blue eyes snapped at the beautiful man in front of her, taking in his entire appearance. He was tall with board shoulders and had a large intimidating frame. His eyes were dark paired with black hair, that seemed like it was roughly combed by his noble fingers. It gave him the typical cliché alpha look from all those werewolf stories books but at the same time, there was a strong aura around him that makes others shivers in fear...it was Connor Richard.

His perfect look was ruined by the scowl that was plastered on his face as his brows were furrowed. Richard's eyes were now fixed on her, emotionless with coldness written all over them. Just the same way they stared at her in the dream.

" Con..."

She trailed off, as she tried to say his name but nothing else seemed to come out of her mouth. It was as though all her words suddenly disappeared into the thin air, or she has lost the ability to formulate words. 

‘What is happening to you Annah?! Speak up! Say something!ʼ

She urged herself yet nothing happened. 

"Annah Showman" he called in a husky voice, laced with irritation as her name escaped from his mouth. 

He walked closer, closing the gap between them as he was now standing close to the bed.

Annah flinched at the sound of his voice but she tried to remains firm and unshakable. Afterall, it's not like she could move seeing as she had been cuffed. 

On the other hand, there was no reason to be afraid of him? She had done nothing wrong to the richest aloof boss in New York city. All she needs to do is to demand of her release because she has nothing to offer to someone like Connor Richard.

He chuckled in amusement when he saw the full seriousness on her face. Then bent slightly, enough to look at her properly. Before sliding back the loose strands of hair behind her ear, then lifting her eyes to level the gaze. 

"It has be awhile since we last meet”, he spoke even as his eyes moved from her face to her full breasts and move down to examine the rest parts of her body. 

Annah could feel the burning gaze on her skin but that waa the least of her worries. What bothered her was, never meeting Connor Richard prior to this. Yet, he implied that he had. 

Surely, he must be mistaking her for someone else right? Because as far she knows, their paths have never been crossed before.

The only time she has seen him was on the TV! This was the first time she has ever been privileged to see him on person. 

While she continued thinking, he continued to scrutinize her body.

 It moved back up and this time, he pulled her close closing whatever space was left between them. 

Annah felt his hot breath on her face as her body hair rose up, matching her fear. 

This man isn't just dominant but also the definition of a hunk. Perhaps that's why she had not said a thing yet. Maybe she was tongue-tied by his looks? 

"Now, let get to the main business. Where is my son?"

The question snapped her back to reality as her eyes widened in horror. His words replayed in her head over and over again. Son? Which son?

The same voice echoed in the room again, "I asked a simple question Annah, and I demand an answer!” 

"Where's the son you gave birth to three years ago?"

It was only now that Annah finally realized that her dream was really happening! This was the same question he asked her in the dream and now in reality, he was also inquiring of this unknown child. 

Annan had finally reached her limit with all the weirdness. If Connor Richard was bored and needed someone to play pranks on there are multiple options. She isn't the right person for that!

She was finally able to speak, “What son are you talking about??”