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Was he serious? Did he just say he wants me to fall in love with him? "Ha! Fat chance!" I chuckle as I look at him. "If you wanted me to love you, why lock me in that cold prison?" I ask confused by this turn of events. He seems shocked and unprepared. He's more afraid than I should be. He is my kidnapper? I take in his appearance for the first time. He looks rich. He's got swaggering hips and a jawline to die for. His hair is dark like mahogany and his eyes are a shining emerald. He answers as my eyes follow the buttons down his shirt.
"I did it to establish dominance and let you know you can't run. Don't be fooled. I run things here and I control what will happen. You will fall in love with me." I ponder this for a moment and can't seem to understand him. He lives in a palace. The gardens outside the window are some of the most beautiful I've ever seen, not that I'd seen much of the Jones's lifestyle. Why take a girl off the street and bring her heRelated chapters
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