4. Kidnapped(1)

Sofia's POV

I grumbled out of my sleep with a heavy headache at the back of my head.

Could this exactly be termed as a deep sleep? Um...

For a moment, my head was blank and void of memories but when I rubbed my sleepy eyes, they came running through like a herd of angry zombies.

The caller. The therapy service. The driver. The macho.

I was drugged... Okay... Wait a minute... It was more of... I was fvcking kidnapped.

Whatever shit was passed into my system was strong as fvck and I couldn't fight until I passed out.

By the way, where am I?

It wasn't a cell like every fantasy book I read.

Instead, I found myself sitting on a bouncy sofa in the luxurious living room of a building.

I raised my head to see the crystal chandelier holding electric bulbs swinging graciously and the sight alone was satisfying to me.

It looked expensive and I instantly concluded my kidnapper must be a rich person.

The thought of the Rolls-Royce that was supposed to pick me up that evening supported my rich kidnapper theory and my dry lips stretched to create a sly smile.

This is not real. I'm just gonna wait and wake from this dream to reality.

This wasn't the first time I've dreamt of getting kidnapped by a billionaire and this was just another--

"Look who is awake" A deep voice sounded behind me and I froze on the spot like an antelope in headlight.

There was just something about the voice that caused me to gulp heavily and without further ado, I turned to the direction.

My lips slowly parted and my mouth watered without warning.

There he was in a custom Armani suit and matching single-pleated trousers lined down to his ankle when I also noticed his black oxford leather pair of shoes.

His outfit screamed rich at first sight but there was an important detail about him I was missing.

I tilt my head upwards to see the movement of his chiselled jaw and round lips but there was yet one detail; the most interesting of all.

The colour of his eyes. Emerald green with a central shade of shiny gold.

Excitement erupted within me discovering he had the same type of eyes as me. Oh my God...

This was unbelievable.

I tilt my green eyes further to inspect the wet curly hair of the prince charming in this wonderfully constructed dream of mine when his round lips part and words emit out of his throat.

"What are you staring at?"

The gentle movement of his Adam's apple caused me to gulp in heavily.

My eyes blinked several times and I eventually responded in a haze.

"Your eyes. We got the same type of eyes" Half screaming, half excited with a big smile but he wasn't heaving it.

"Do you occasionally flirt with your clients?" His voice sounded cold and that was when I realized I was having an actual conversation and my brain was producing thoughts.

Something wasn't right.

I took fearless steps forward and stretched my neck forward to sniff his cologne, ignoring the big frown on his perfectly chiselled face.

"Dior" Escaped from my lips and his intoxicating scent explode in my head, unleashing temporal ecstasy into my system.

That was when the realization hit me strongly. This wasn't a godamn dream scripted by my fantasy-obsessed brain.

One cannot normally perceive scents in a dream so... It could only mean this was reality.

He was real. The green-eyed, husked voice prince charming in an Armani suit was real and standing in front of me.

I wasn't sure what got into me but I placed my small palm on his face and literal electricity passed through the point of contact and spread to my entire body.

Shock!

"You're real?"

The final and surest confirmation.

I raised my head to see his emotionless face gazing back at me and his lips tugged to the side when he gripped my wrist tightly from his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" He yelped angrily at me and I needed no more confirmation that everything was real.

His hold on me was extremely tight and I couldn't help but groan and struggle with him.

"Brother, I can see your therapist is awake" A masculine voice sounded not far from us and I instantly recognized the voice of the man.

I turned to see him approaching in a casual outfit and had a big smile on his face.

"It was you. It was you who called" How can I ever forget the voice?

"That's right. Call me Dale..." He stretched his hand for a handshake but I was too enraged and slapped it off with a loud voice running out of my throat,

"Why did you have them kidnap me? Huh?"

I still remember his instruction in Italian during the call.

"The boss wants you. Here you are, that's all that matters. You'll be paid, so rest your heart, Woman"

He spoke like it was normal to forcefully take someone to offer a service to a fvcking... Wait... Boss?

I turned slowly to the prince charming, expecting to see a proud smile on his face.

Instead, he stared blankly like emotion had been uninstalled from his chiselled face. Just void.

"So it's you... You're the boss"

It sounds stupid but I was angry at the fact that he wasn't the one who kidnapped me.

I felt my heart crushed. Fantasy crushed to pieces.

A part of me was heightened when I first thought he was my kidnapper.

Does it matter? Well, he's the boss who wants me so he's directly involved in the kidnapping.

Either way, he's my kidnapper and the thought of escaping to call the cops for help was far from me.

Who is planning to escape this fantastic prince charming?

He looked handsome even without the existence of emotion on his face.

"I think we mistakingly picked from a slut service instead of the therapy section. She was making passes at me?"He turned to Dale to say and I couldn't help but gasp and tighten my fist.

What the fvck did he just say?

" What? You kidnap me and now you call me a slut. What sort of man are you? Passes? That's ridiculous. What's special about you? "

Many things. Everything Mr No emotion. How can one be this perfect with the looks? Woah!

"Alright. Everyone calm down. I'm sure of the section we picked from, she's Sofia Dante; the professional psychotherapist" Dale announced with arms widely spread and I inhaled.

Professional psychotherapist? Can't you see my profile is screaming FAKE?

He looks educated but right now I'm doubting it.

These people hired me for what reason exactly?

Mr Zero emotion was now busy with his phone and the next second, he turned the screen of his phone to me and said coldly. "Is that you? Sofia Dante"

I recognized the interface on the screen as On-help but one alarming detail was the fact that my profile was the last on the psychotherapy service list.

He moved down to the end of the list to pick me.

Something was wrong somewhere.

Was he drunk when he did it? I did not dare say it to his face.

All I could say was, "Yah, that's me... So, the next time you call me a slut I'll--" I paused abruptly, not because of his creased forehead but because I noticed the device he was using.

Without warning, I snatched it from his hand and scrutinize it, ignoring his stares.

This particular device is to be launched in the next three months but he manages to get his hand on it.

Unusual.

Out of curiosity to confirm the authenticity, I minimized the On-help app only to notice another open tab which looked like --

My finger mistakingly tapped and it opened.

The next thing that erupted from the speaker of the phone was the loud moaning of a woman who was cuffed to the balcony of a building and getting hit from behind.

I was watching porn and my heart fluttered at the sight of the scene.

For a moment, I had forgotten he was only a step away from me until his tone reminded me. "Do you like what you see? Getting cuffed up like a little bitch."

The words caused my eyes to enlarge and the rate of my heart increased.

My nipples stiffened in excitement and an unknown heat source was activated between my legs.

Oh my God... What's happening?

I could literally feel the heavy breathing from my narrow nostril when he snatched the phone from my hand and swiped the content away.

I bowed my head in embarrassment, wishing I had not made the move to satisfy my curiosity.

I couldn't look prince charming in the eyes anymore for fear of what I'll find there but wait a minute... What did he mean by that statement?

What was he suggesting?

The thought of it alone caused my cheeks to redden and I shyly covered.

"Maybe you can offer an exclusive service then and we can all forget about the therapy session" He responded like he was listening to my thoughts and my heart was geared up to continue racing.

Exclusive service? He wasn't referring to-- That can't be.

I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. Maybe it's because I've not been up close to such a handsome man before.

To throw my virginity off the window and jump on him possessively.

I gulped in my saliva down my throat and yet, my mouth still watered, thirsty for the kiss of his mouth.

'I swear if you come any closer, I'll kiss you ' I couldn't help but curse inside of me.

"What do you say to my offer? Senorita" He took a step closer to me and his masculine scent engulfed me.

I shivered.

"Don't play smart, Brother. A deal is a deal" Dale interrupted the heated moment, giving me a chance to finally exhale but what does he mean by that statement 'a bet is a bet '?

"Ah, You're right. Let's begin the session, shall we?"

I felt his finger tug my chin from below and slowly raised my face to meet his.

The face that caused me indescribable joy. I had no idea when I smiled sheepishly and put my hands behind me.

His emerald green eyes made a powerful contact with mine but still, there was zero emotion on his fine face.

I'm not sure if I can spend another minute around him because I was totally turned on by a man... For the first time in my lonely isolated life.