I rolled my eyes. "Are you trying to challenge me?" When he didn't stop coming closer, I lifted my hand and punched him on his jaw.

And I smiled in satisfaction seeing the bruise forming on his jaw but that only made him more angry as he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the wall making me gasp.

I struggled against his grip as his nose touched mine. "Don't punch me again!"

"Leave me!"

"Apologise!"

I scoffed and spat on his face. "Fuck off!"

"You bitch! You--"

"What the fuck is going on here?!" All of a sudden, Zale bellowed. My head snapped to the side to see the front door opened and Zale standing there looking extremely furious.

Uh-oh.

Zale's eyes kept flickering between us and he looked seconds away from exploding.

That guard quickly took a step back and opened his mouth to explain but Zale cut him off and gestured to the door. "Leave."

He nodded curtly and followed his orders, leaving us alone.

With his eyes still on me, he removed his suit jacket and threw it on the couch and continued to roll up his sleeves to his elbow. Fuck. Why is this so hot?

Next his eyes roamed the entire length of my body and his eyes narrowed. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Frowning I looked down at myself, I was wearing a pair of extremely short shorts and a white crop top that showed some of my cleavage.

I raised a brow. "Is there a problem?"

He was about to say something but he didn't, instead his jaw ticked. His eyes once again flickered to my legs before he forced them back to my face.

Oh. I think I know what's the problem. I mentally smirked on realising that.

He came closer to me, stuffing his hands in his pockets and loomed over me. "Did he...hurt you?" Is he concerned about me? For whatever messed up reasons, that made my heart skip a beat. Something's definitely wrong with me.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Should have seen his jaw instead."

He sighed. "I did. What did he do that made you punch him?"

"He was following me around like a creep and when I called him a dog, he tried to scare me so I punched him."

His eyes lit up with amusement. "That's it?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes."

"Do I need to punish him?"

I thought about that. To be honest, he was just doing his job and only I provoked him. So... "No. It's okay."

Are we really having a normal conversation right now? Am I having a normal conversation with him? My kidnapper?

He took a step closer and frowned. What is he doing?

Before I could realise what was happening, his arm wrapped around my wait and he pulled me flushed against him, I placed my palms over his chest trying to maintain some distance between us as I stared up at him with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whispered shouted, I don't why I was whispering.

His musky cologne engulfed, his fingers warm against my waist and for the first time he looked calm as he stared at me instensely.

"Thank you." He finally spoke, surprising me, his eyes roamed my face, stopping at my lips for more than a few seconds making my body feel warm, a blush crawling up my neck. When he looked into my eyes again, his pupils were slightly dilated.

"F-for what?" I stuttered. Damn this man for making me nervous.

If possible, he pulled me even more closer making me feel all his muscles pressed up to me. He leaned closer making my breath hitch. "For stitching my wound and taking care of my son." His voice was low and deep.

My eyes settled on his lips looking so plum and luscious. "Oh...okay..."

I moved my gaze up to look at him, we both stared at each other as if in a daze, none of us backing down. I think he even leaned a bit more closer, his hot breath fanned my cheeks.

And then suddenly he released his grip from around me making me stumble back and he looked away. "Go back to your room."

"Why?"

"Just go back to your room. Don't test me." And he walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning back.

I walked to him and stood infront of him, his eyes once again lingering on my legs. So, I asked him what I had been meaning to ask. "Am I distracting you?"

"Go back to your room." He ordered in a stern tone, closing his eyes.

"Am I distracting you?" I repeated my question, firmly this time.

He frowned subtly and lifted his eyes to mine and continued to stare at me. "What are you trying to do?"

"I am just asking a question."

He exhaled shakily. "No."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay." I sat down next to him and then turning my back to the armrest of the couch, I leaned against it and lifting my legs placed them over his thighs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He didn't shout, he just asked it in a very cold tone.

"Let's watch a movie."

"I kidnapped you for fuck sake and you are thinking to watching a movie with me? I am not your friend."

"I know, I know..." I waved my hand in the air as if to dismiss him. "But let's face it, dad is not going to give you Alaska that means I am staying here for a long time, so why not get to know each other and watch movies, hmm?"

What the fuck am I doing? I guess being locked up really messed up with my brain.

He made an attempt to get up but I pressed the heel of my foot against his chest, stopping him. "Sit down, Mr Weylyn. Let's watch a movie, no need to be so violent."

I grabbed the remote lying on the couch near me and I switched on the TV and going to Netflix put on a movie. Fifty Shades Of Grey.

His jaw ticked and he turned to me to give me deadly glare. "Change it."

"Why? Don't you like this movie?"

"Change it."

"No. I like this one and we are going to watch this only. Actually, I have already re-watched half of it..." And then I forwarded it to the place where I left it last time. When Christian takes away Anna's virginity.

He was seriously trying very hard not lash out at me and I was finding all this very amusing.

His arm was resting on the back of the couch, his palm folding into a fist and he bit his lips.

"Have you seen this movie before?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Then I don't get why are you so uncomfortable..I mean I liked it...and--"

In a swift movement, he had climbed over me, parting my legs and grabbing my arms he held them above my head with one hand while the other grabbed my jaw.

"Don't mess with me", he whispered huskily in my ear and I stopped breathing for a second. "Just go back to your room."

"I...I...am not messing with you..."

"Don't. Just do as I say."

I was breathing heavily, all this weird emotions bubbling inside me having him on top of me, he was pressed deliciously between my legs and I had to bite my lips to stop a moan from escaping.

"Okay..." I finally breathed out and he looked relieved as he removed himself from on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

With shaking legs, I walked away from him and went back to my room.

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Okay, what the hell was trying to do down there? Provoke him? Mess with him? But then what? What if his control had snapped? What if...he had done something...like...kissed me?

An unwanted image of him on top of me and kissing me popped up in my mind and I involuntarily chewed on my lips.

No. This is wrong. This is so wrong.

Focus on other things like how to get out of here and never ever think about kissing your kidnapper.

But it's not like he is acting like a typical kidnapper...

I am staying here in a nice room, I get to have nice food three times a day and no one's hurting me. And he even brought me ice cream.

This isn't stockholm syndrome because he is not hurting me and I am not justifying his actions. He is being not that cruel.

No. This isn't stockholm syndrome, this is something worse. Like a catastrophe.

I felt nervous going down for dinner but I calmed myself and my racing heart and gathering some courage went down for dinner.

He was already at the table, having dinner and I quietly took a seat opposite to him and served myself.

The silence was very weird and irritating so as I was about to finish I spoke up referring to his son. "I have already named him."

He head shot up to me. "No."

"What do you mean no? You weren't naming him so I had to do it...I was tired of calling him baby/kid in my head."

His eyes narrowed. "What did you name him?"

"Alaric." I answered proudly.

"No."

"So now you care about him? Shouldn't you be the one to name him first? I have named him already and now it will stay. I like that name, it means a noble ruler."

Whatever he was about to say was cut off as we both heard Alaric cry loudly. I quickly shoved the last piece of chicken in my mouth and giving him a smug grin, went away.

Chapter completion on: 15/6/22
Published on: 26/6/22