All Chapters of Fated to love you: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I could hardly believe my eyes as Mac led me toward a grand beach. I stared down at my outfit, suddenly feeling inadequately dressed for a beach outing in the dress I wore. If we were going to a beach, why did he send a dress like this and request I wear it?The cold evening breeze carried the salty taste of the water as it blew across. It stung my cheeks and made my nose cold; I didn't know why I felt so cold when the weather was fair. The breeze was merely flirting, so why was my body a mess? I bit the insides of my cheek to hold back the questions in my head. As usual, Mac was busy with something on his phone, His head was bowed, and his eye was focused on the phone screen, yet somehow he knew just where he was headed, but I had no idea if he remembered me or if I had completely vanished from his thought process and mind. I shuffled my feet as his pace picked up. His strides were effortlessly long, and I found myself walking twice as many steps to keep up pace with him."Are we sta

Suddenly his lips were on mine. I felt the softness of his lush mouth, hot and wet and passionately angry, and next, the whole room was spinning like a faulty merry-go-round one that was rounding off the corner of the sky about to drop, or maybe it was just my brain grasping at straws. Strong arms gripped my body, rough lips were on mine, and he was biting, nibbling, and sucking my lips all at once. I knew there was no way it wouldn't bruise after this much heat and intensity. This was the most aggressive I had been touched and taken, so it was harder to tell how it made me feel. My body reacted instantly as fireworks shot through my body, from the tips of my fingers to my entire toes. I found myself craning my neck to fill his hungry lips on mine. His hand on my chin lowered to my neck, and with a grip tight than I would have liked, he kept my head in place as he devoured me. The soft music resumed again. In a manner that had me suspecting it had a mind of its own, Sending my bra

Lucas/ Luke POV; Even before I got the phone call I knew, I couldn't explain it and it was really just crazy to anyone who cared enough to listen but I was certain I knew. I watched as she walked out of my office and my heart fell with every second. I wanted to reach out to her, I wanted to talk to her to shake sense into her head and bring her to see things just as I did. I wanted to show her that she was wrong about me and that with me she had nothing at all to worry about, but I couldn't I just couldn't. She was important to me but some things were also important, and I had the duty and responsibility to focus on those things which were equally as important and relevant to me. So I had to let go, something had to give away. The weeks passed with me drowning myself in so much work I could barely think about anything else, I went on business trips, executed projects singlehandedly, and came up with new business plans reforms, and rules, and yet she still found a way to creep ba

My few moments of consciousness were riddled with confusion. I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing before the whole world went black. I felt around me groggily as the details of where I was and what I was doing came to my mind groggily and slowly. I was at the library, with Lola and we were meant to nap a little and then wake up to finish our estimated time and grab dinner then head to the hostel. But now it was so dark, I could hardly see a thing. I blinked my eyes slowly into the darkness. It was so dark I could hardly see a thing. Why had the librarian turned off the lights? Did she lock us in? I knew she hated our company but this was extreme and she was just pushing it. I mean we could file for assault with this right? My nostrils felt trickled, I found myself sneezing as I reached for my phone beside me. I felt around me but there was no phone on the desk and the desk seemed different... harder than the one I was used to. I was so sure I kept my phone

My heart sank to the ground as his last words left his lips, and soon it began to beat wildly against my ribcage, as though it was trying to escape my body, too frightened by everything that was suddenly happening. By the time he came to stand before me, my heartbeat picked up pace; this one was less muscular but taller and somehow his aura was more scary, more sly and sinister. ,He was putting on a navy blue mask and his black hair was on the border line of vanishing into his scalp. The tears fell freely this time. I kept chanting in my subconscious, "I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped," as though that would automatically send some form of help or be of any consolation to me. I had to admit that I had lost hope in getting any help, I had spent the night here, and now it was fast approaching noon. If any help was to have come, would it not have been a while ago? Could I still hope on that?Why was it taking so long if it was ever going to come? Maybe they w