Ashton POV

Pain, anger, fear, sorrow, regret, these are the emotions I'm feeling right now. My Boss who is also a sex maniac has kidnapped me for some odd reason. I don't know what I did to be held in his house and that to against my will?

He slapped me nearly an hour ago. I'm sure of that! But then why did he put me in his room? Why did he taped my hands and mouth? What does he wants from me! I don't know where I am, because this place feels very cold and foreign to me.

I kept lying in the bed which I suppose belongs to him. I heard the room's door open and someone walking in. I quickly shut my eyes and buried my face in the pillow to hide my face from him. I felt the other side of the bed dip down indicating him climbing in.

His hand was resting on my back and was going upwards to my shoulder. His hand stopped at my neck and touched my cheek before turning my head towards him. I kept my eyes closed not knowing what he was thinking. Then I felt him pull the tape away that was binding my mouth shut.

And then he took my hands in his and opened the tape binding them too. He was still holding my hands, and then he suddenly kissed them while a jolt of electricity went down my spine. He was whispering something, but I was unable to decipher it. But I tried to listen closely to what he was saying,

"I can't fucking control myself around you anymore Ash. I'm going crazy for sure, that's why I kidnapped you without having the thought to do so. I'm your Boss I should have asked you nicely when we are together in office but, all you do is run away from me the moment you see me. I want you, in a way that I myself can't understand. I just know one thing, I want to have sex with you in order to stop having those wet fucking dreams that I have about you..."

He sighed loudly and let go off my hands. I felt him shift closer to me. He probably layed himself besides me and again whispered,

"I don't know why I slapped you? But when someone doesn't listen to me I get angry, and then I lose my temper control. I know it's fucked up but it is what it is..."

Then he buried his face in my neck, sending another jolt of down my spine. I felt his hand holding mine and caressing it. I just pretended to sleep so that he would leave. And I would get a window to run out of his house. So I have to wait. Until he leaves.

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Damian POV

He feels so small and warm near me. I wanted to hug his sleeping figure but decided not to. I've never hugged a woman like that so why should I hug him? What do I feel warm around him? I guess there's really something very wrong with me and my mind. I got up from his side and went outside to the kitchen to prepare him a bowl of soup and bread.

I was busy preparing the soup when I heard a loud thud from my room upstairs. I dropped everything and ran upstairs. And I saw Ashton trying to run away from the balcony. I quitely went towards his flailing figure and leaned my head over the door frame,

"You know we currently are on the 58th floor. If you try to run from here, all I'll find down there will be yours broken bones..."

He immediately stopped after hearing my voice and stood stiff like a stone statue. I went towards him and pulled his back flushed into my chest and leaned my head on his shoulder. His body felt so warm and oddly comfortable against mine.

"Let's go in, I've made some food for you to eat."

He said nothing but nodded. I took his hand in mine and we both went down to the kitchen. I made him sit on the stool near the kitchen countertop. I placed the soup bowl and bread in front of him and sat across,

"Eat up, you need to be full of energy for tomorrow."

"W-what's tomorrow?"

"We are going to France for a business trip. And you're coming with me. No questions asked."

He said nothing but his eyes were tearing up. I again started to get that weird feeling after seeing him cry. I pushed the bowl more forward but he turned his head away from me. I as usual lost my temper and scooted close to him and harshly grabbed his jaw and began feeding him the soup. He started to cry for the nth time. So I dropped the spoon and held his face close to my.

"Why do you always cry in front of me. What did I do to make you feel sad?"

He glanced at me and his demeanor changed.

"What did you do! You are the one who did everything in your power to make my life a living hell, and you ask what did you do!"

He was getting enraged at me,

"You did everything fucking wrong Mr. Williams. Everything you did has only made my life so bad that I want you dead!"

He got up from the stool and went two steps back and pointed his finger at me,

"I want you fucking dead Damian Williams. I want you to rot in hell for everything you did to me till now. I want to chop off your hands and gouge your eyes out and feed them to you!!!"

He paused and glared at me,

"I fucking hate you Damian Williams..."

He came closer and grabbed my shirt collar,

"I hate you with all my heart..."

And then he broke down clutching my shirt and crying his eyes out while burying his face in my chest.

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