I pulled my eyes open and dizziness danced in my brain.

The world around me swirled at first, then the floors shook, wabbled, then gradually they gained stability. Now everything seemed stable, but blurred. I clenched my eyes to clear my vision.

Where am I?

The place around me had nothing to offer. No clues that could tell where I was, no outside view, no proper floors or sounds around. I was sitting in box made up of metal, that was huge enough to be called a room made up of metal. There was one vent through which air gushed into the room.

The vent was situated at the top on the wall opposite me, which fanned cold air on my face making my hair scatter in all directions. My nose itched and as I inhaled, I could feel the wetness in my nostrils which made me realise that I was on the verge of catching cold. I jerked my hands that were tied at the back hoping that the duct tape would snap on its own. A cloth gagged my mouth.

My shoulders ached as I jerked, the tape was wrapped around my wrist tautly. The duct tape squeezed my veins rendering my hands numb to any pain, I wriggled my fingers to awaken the sensation of my hand that had gone numb and coldness waved through my hands.

Slowly, the coldness dwindled, and my wrist searingly ache as I wagged it more. I bit my lower lip to resist the pain of the wrists but my teeth dug into my lips to such a depth that it caused a sweet pain that I wanted to feel again and again. I groaned while I wriggled to set myself free. My legs were angled in front of me, folded upto my chest.

I tapped the left ankle with the right feet hoping that the swiss knife was still hiding in my shoe.

I could drop the knife to the floor, then shift my butt in such a direction that my hands tied at the back could reach for it.

But, to my dismay, the swiss knife was not there. Either I dropped it somewhere or somebody had taken it out. I pressed my breasts against my thigh to check for a small folding knife that I had hidden in my bra.

I pressed my chest starting from the side to the other side of my breasts, I lifted my legs and squeezed my abs hoping maybe it had slipped from my bra and was roaming somewhere in my jacket.

Where is the knife?

I pressed my lips together and did everything to make sure that I had searched properly for it. I twisted my legs, lifted my butt, did a series to abs exercise too to burn the pizza I had eaten earlier, but nothing of avail. My hands ached because of the duct tape's tautness and without my hands being free I couldn't have searched for it properly.

It was gone.

All gone.

My phone, wallet, bike keys, I felt nothing in my pockets but the fabric that stretched over my skin. I dropped my head back on the wall and sighed.

Who the fuck took out the knife from my bra!

Something creaked, which made it hard to guess where it came from at first.

A line of narrow gap formed in wall, from where a shaft of white light dashed into the room making it unbearable. The white light pricked my eyes and I narrowed my eyes so that the white light got filtered through my eyelashes.

In the presence of my eyelashes sifting the light, I could make out a figure standing at the door which appeared to be carved out of the room. Someone was clutching the door handle and talking.

My eyes grasped a grey building behind his figure when the white light became acceptable to my eyes and opened my eyes fully. But before I could force my brain to remember something about that building I had seen it somewhere before, the figure entered the room wearing a korean mask covering his nose and lips and he dragged a chair into the room along with himself.

The door clicked shut behind him on his own which made me guess the room was heavily guarded by men from outside.

He plonked the chair under the led light. The light brushed down his figure revealing his lean form when he came forward and stood directly under the light.

He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and a black tie-which was the ultimate bodyguard uniform. His eyes lingered over my body for seconds, then he walked around the chair and plopped on it crossing his legs.

He belched loudly cocking his head.

I wriggled glaring at him, trying my best to ooze tears from my eyes to soften him.

He folded his arms over his chest, cocked his head to the other side and shook his feet

I groaned and squirmed harder, sweat trickled down from the side of my face.

His eyes pinned at me sternly, his lips glued together in silence.

I dropped my head back, panting and rolling my eyes in exhaustion.

He lowered his foot, stood up and ambled towards me.

I feigned being so dead exhausted that I made it look like I could pass out anytime. I made sure that my chests moved up and down so that I looked hyperventilated, and he buys my act.

He stopped before me and extended his hands towards my face.

I shot up my leg at him aiming to kick his groin or abs, to render him a harsh blow.

He recoiled, pushed my leg away and pulled the gag down from my mouth. He walked backwards away from me and turned to finish off the distance between him and his seat.

I was deadpanned by his act.

He walked back and plopped onto his seat, his eyes fixated on only me while he took his seat. We again stared at each other in silence.

He tore the silence between us."Where is my brother?"

"I don't know." Sternly I retorted to him.

I could feel him grinding his teeth under his mask. His eyes flared with rage and I was intending to prod him more on purpose.

"What makes you think I know anything about your brother?" I quizzed him with a straight smile playing on my lips.

Instead of getting prodded he calmed down, he belched loudly.

"I know you do. You were there the whole time when your filthy friends loaded him into the van and rushed out."

I clenched my teeth on hearing 'filthy friends', an urge to take his hand and fling him down developed within me but I refused to answer him back.

"And what are you? Miss..." he brought out a card and flipped it between his fingers." Mia Chávez." His eyes flicked to me.

"A reporter?" He continued."Kidnapping my brother for your TRP? How rude." He drawled crossing his arms over his chest and leaned back on his chair making himself comfortable.

I wriggled and jerked my hands one more time.

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You know that is off no use so stop pressuring your shoulders."

I dropped my body back against the wall behind me and panted.

My chest heaved up and down while I stared at him. He waited patiently for my answer for we both knew I was going nowhere until he was satisfied with my answers.

I rolled my eyes and forced out," your brother...he's in safe hands."

He moved his jaw mulling over my words.

" You mean... safe in the hands of a reporter? Impressive."

I couldn't decide the perfect words with which I could explain that it was all for greater good. And even if I told him, that would jeopardize the whole NSA.

I forced the words out of my mouth eventhough I knew it was unsatisfying.

"He is safe I can assure you."

"Hmph." He scoffed.

He brought his leg down and pulled down his mask after thinking for a few seconds.

He pouted, stared coldly at my face while I could feel the familiar light brown eyes ripping my cloth apart with his gaze.

I flushed red eventhough I didn't intended to.

He stood up and ambled towards me and I froze in my spot unable to comprehend what I was feeling meeting him again.

Him.

His orgasmic woodsy scent didn't wafted into my nose and I began longing for it even more like an addict. He crouched before me, reached out for my hair dangling in front of my face and tucked it softly behind my ear that generated light shudders.

I swallowed hard.

"You remember me don't you?" He said under his breath. His minty breath fanned my ears and cheek.

Can I even forget you?

"Ofcourse how can you forget me!" My eyes bulged on hearing his words.

"I still remember how you moaned when you kissed me back. Don't say that you didn't enjoy that kiss." His face hovered inches away from my ear.

I clenched my eyes and bit my lower lip in embarrassment.

He knows this too?

He chuckled lightly. "I think now you know I am no threat to you, so please tell me where is my brother."

I stared at the floor in silence.

I held my breath as his hot breath fanned my neck, making me shift my butt nervously. My heart escalated quick like I just had a mile run and I clenched my toes resisting the orgasmic effect he was having on me.

I fumbled with my words."H-he is in good hands."

'Okay' escaped his lips and my eyes automatically darted towards him. His eyes lingered on my face for quite a long time which felt like he wanted to say something. The lump of his throat bobbed up and down.

"I don't think telling me he is safe will set you free."

I don't feel like leaving this room either.

"I was trying my best not to be harsh with you." He reached out for my face and caressed my lips with his thumb, his eyes leered over my lips then travelled down to my neck.

"You remember that kiss don't you?" His thumb caressed my lower lip." And you pushed me back, isn't it?" He leaned closer. " But how will you push me away now?"

He stopped tracing my lips and moved closer.

His nose nuzzled the side of my neck, his lips parted, words escaped his lips along with his hot breath that stirred jitters in my ovaries.

" You know, if you won't tell me, I won't let you go. If I have the guts to kiss you, just think what else I can do to you."

He pressed his nose against my neck and pecked softly.

I closed my eyes squeezing my muscles wallowing in pleasure his kiss stirred in my exhausted body. My fingers dug into my palms behind my back as he leaned and kissed again.

"S-stop it." I blurted out.

He pulled back his body but his face hovered near my face.

"You don't like it princess?" He huffed making me agitate even more.

"It's wrong." I forced out the words.

"And kidnapping my brother isn't?" He retorted.

"I-" my voice trailed off. I missed Matty at this point-how he tried to confront me into not kidnapping Ashton, yet I did and now I was facing the consequences of my actions.

But in some corner of my heart, I was pleasured by his touch, I could feel my ovaries warming up as his lips brushed my neck.

"I-I can only assure you..."I felt silent not able to say anything to him. I was heightened by the way his fingers were trailing down my neck.

"Then I can only try not to touch you again." He whispered, his lips brushing my ears.

He caressed my neck, my face while his lips worked wonders on the side of my neck and his nose nuzzled against my neck emitting hot air. He kissed my neck softly and I prodded myself to shift away but I couldn't move.

I was paralyzed by his touch.

He slowly, gently reached out for the zip of my jacket, his fingers twirled the zip till he slowly pulled the zip down, unzipping my jacket and revealing my collar bones.

He shifted to my collar bones pecking on them passionately, causing me to soften under the softness of his lips and the sloppy kiss, I bit my lip closing my eyes and he squeezed my arms gently. His dark brown hair tickled under my chin, making me gasp.

The creaking sound made him jump back, land on his butt and he cleared his throat.

Some other guy had opened the door abruptly which caused him to jump.

The man craned his neck from the door, his eyes wandered in the room but refusing to stop at him or me.

"There's a call for you." He looked at the ceiling and talked.

"Okay." He got back to his feet immidiately and stormed out, brushing past the man craning his head.

The man's eyes switched from him to me and back to him, he raised his left eyebrow in confusion. The lines of confusion appeared on his forehead as he tried to grasp the sight of mr. Stranger kissing me.

He shrugged and shut the door.

I was again engulfed by a weird silence, the wetness of his kiss on my neck and wetness in my underwear.

I leaned my head back on the wall and sighed.
* * *
The door creaked open and I saw him entering the room in the same pace and gait as before, but this time he looked calm and composed. How much time had passed since he left, I didn't know.

I pried his every move till he crouched before me again.

This time kept his face at a distance which made me feel peculiar.

He gently gripped my shoulder and pushed me to the front, drew out a knife and swiftly slid it across the duct tape.

I heard the duct tape snap and brought my hand forth, then rotated my wrists to free them of the muscle cramps.

"You're free to go." He said closing the he knife and dropping it into his pocket.

He prepped himself to get back on his feet yet I stopped him midway.

"Why-where are my things?"

I corrected the 'why' instantly into something that would not make him think that I actually wanted to stay with him a little longer.

"You'll get it soon." He rose and strolled towards the door.

The same man revealed himself again when the door swung open and handed a ziploc bag to him that had all my belongings in it--my phone, mint, knife, swiss knife, wallet, Josh's bike keys. I pushed my palms back against the wall to push my body up.

As I stood up the blood rushed down towards my numb feet making me stagger a bit.

He turned, ambled towards me and handed me over my things. Then He swivelled to turn back.

"W-what's...your name?" I muttered under my breath and interrupted him.

His soft lips curled into a smile." Why do you want to know my name?"

"It's just I thought..." my voice trailed off having nothing to say to him.

"Its Jake." He smiled.

Jake.

His name began to play in a loop in my mind.
* * * * *
Josh
"Did you try Mia's number?" I poked Matty the thousandth time while he was setting up the lie detector. Matty hissed in annoyance and glared at me.

"Can't you see I am doing something here!" He retorted.

I bit my lip and brought my hand to my waist.

"It's just that I am worried, she has never abandoned us during interrogation. I feel so uneasy not seeing her here." I spoke lowering my eyes on the floor. I stared at the floor trying my best not to show how much I missed her.

"I know everything." Matty spit out and my eyes flicked to him at an instant.

"I know you like Mia since...I don't know, I've seen you acting hell weird whenever she is around." He remarked.

"What!? Are you nuts!" I snapped at him. "Mia is just a friend! nothing more than that!"

"Stop lying dude." He prodded me again into confessing something I didn't feel. He smirked while his hands fixed the wires of the lie detector and his curious eyes flicked to me in every few seconds for an answer.

"what! No!" I swatted the air in disapproval." There's nothing like that."

Matty shrugged."Sure."

"Trust me bruh. It's nothing like that." I retorted.

"Sure." He replied and a mischievious smile played on his lips.

I narrowed my eyes and peered at him for a split second, then flitted my eyes at the door and ambled towards it. I heard Matty grunt behind my back trying to resist his boisterous laughter erupting in his throat. His cheeks puffed when he tried to suppress it.

"Stop it puffer fish." I chided him and stuck my head out of the door frame.

Matty bursted into laughter. The room filled with his laugh and I shook my head in annoyance.

I rolled my eyes trying to suppress the automatic smile forming on my lips.

"Bring him in." I called to Dolce, to bring Ashton in.

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