Falling in love with my kidnapper

CHAPTER 10: ESCAPE

CHAPTER 10: ESCAPE

*Alison's pnt of view*

The day goes by fast and before I realized it, it's 11pm and I'm getting ready to go to a nightclub with Alek. This situation is surreal. I'm still going to try to use this opportunity to escape.

I'm wearing a gold tank top and black shorts with a side zip. I complete the outfit with some black strappy stilettos heels that reach the ankle.

When I've finished getting ready and putting on my makeup Alek comes out of the bathroom. He is wearing black jeans with a plain white T-shirt and black shoes.

- Are you ready? - He asks

- Yes - I answer

He grabs his black jacket and we go out.

When we arrive, the disco is crowded. There are people dancing everywhere, only the silhouettes can be distinguished.

Alek suggests that we go to get a drink first.

The disco is a large square, on the right is the bar, in front on the top floor is a dj booth, and on the left is a large 

stage. Upstairs, there's a VIP area and the  bathrooms.

Alek and I arrive at the bar after receiving a few elbows and punches going through the bodies dancing on the floor. He orders himself a beer and asks me what I want. I think but, I don't remember ever drinking, so I don't know what drink to order.

- I dont know what to order. I've never drunk. - I confess

- Do you want me to order for you?

- Ok

Alek asks me for a baileys. Apparently, it doesn't have that much alcohol. The waiter brings us our drinks and I drink.

- Do you like it? - Alek asks laughing, since I've had quite a bit in one gulp.

- Yes, it's delicious.

Then we're in silence. 

- This doesn't bring up very good memories - I say

- What? - he asks

- You and me, drinking together, don't you remember what happened last time? - I ask with raised eyebrows.

- Well, this time I'm not going to put anything in your drink, so you can drink in peace.

- Oh good, I should be thanking you for not intending to get me high this time.

Alek leans closer to me and whispers in my ear:

- I don't need to use drugs, I already have you where I want.

That makes me angry, what a arrogant guy! I don't know who the hell he thinks he is, but if he thinks he's got me under control he's very wrong. I still plan to escape from here as soon as I can. The days together have been entertaining, but I don't forget where my life is.

Two hours, three shots of tequila, and a vodka later, I feel dizzy. But also more fun and happy. I decide, well I don't decide, but my feet move towards the dance floor and I begin to move to the rhythm of the music. Alek stays at the bar looking at me from there. I keep dancing. A dark-haired and muscular boy, about 20 years old, approaches me. He tells me something about how well I dance and grabs my waist. I giggle like a fool, run my hands around his neck and keep dancing with him.

I don't know why I'm doing this but my mind isn't there to think now.

The boy stands behind me and holding my hip, he removes my hair and begins to kiss my neck, I keep my arms around his neck and continue dancing, closing my eyes. The boy turns me around and gives me a kiss on my lips. His tongue seeks the entrance to my mouth. At that very moment the boy abruptly walks away from me, hurting my hip, where his hand used to be. I blink a few times and see that Alek has appeared in front of me.

- What the hell are you doing dude? - asks the dark-haired boy

- Who the hell did you think you were kissing my girlfriend?

- It didn't seem like she cared much. We were having a pretty good time until you showed up.

Suddenly, the dark-haired boy gets punched in the face by Alek and staggers. I yell at him. Is he stupid? He believes himself my father, deciding what I can and cannot do. I'm not even his girlfriend. 

- You better not mess with me, you don't want me as an enemy. - Alek whispers to the dark boy. In that, he's not without reason.

Alek grabs my arm and drags me out of the nightclub while I give him a succession of insults. When we get outside, he lets go of my arm and faces me with an angry face.

- What the hell do you think you're doing? - begins by saying

- Me? It wasn't me who threw that boy.

- If you haven't followed him the roll none of this would have happened.

- You aren't my father, you're just the person who kidn*pped me and don't even think I'm going to make it easy for you.

-So far I've been very nice to you.

- Am I supposed to thank you for that too?

- I assure you that if you don't behave, things are going to get very ugly.

- Oh yeah? It's funny, it can be worse than being kidn*pped by an arrogant playboy. You know what? I'm tired of this conversation, I'm leaving.

Before running off to the nightclub I can see Alek's eyes burning. His pupils are dilated and he is red, from a mixture between alcohol and anger.

I run until I reach the center of the floor and see myself locked between the bodies that don't stop dancing. Suddenly I feel nauseous and I dodge the people hitting them with my elbows and pushing then aside until I climb the stairs and get to the bathrooms above. Luckily no one is waiting and I can go to the bathroom. Upon entering I expel all the contents of my stomach. After this I feel much better, I wet my face and I'm much more lucid. Now that I've been able to get rid of Alek, I'm going to try to get out of here without him seeing me and run away.

I leave the bathroom and go downstairs mingling with the people. From the top I see Alek looking from the bar, so I decide to go the other way. I go through people and when I reach the door I run out. I run as fast as I can until I reach a corner. I stand up. My breathing is racing and I have trouble breathing.

Before I realize it someone appears next to me and covers my mouth and nose with their hand, making my breathing even more difficult. As I can, I turn around and strike a punch that the person reaches and stops it. As expected, the person holding me is Alek, who immediately removes his hand from my mouth.

- You i***t! - I shout

- Thank you

He wraps his arm around my waist and breathes close to my neck. I don't know what it's all about, but if he thinks this is going to calm me down, he's more stupid than I think. With a quick turn he turns me around and I stare into his eyes. I his face gets closer to mine, his lips get closer to my ear and he whispers:

- I warned you not to try to run away or I wasn't going to be as nice as I have been until now.

- Ugh, yes, you've been the kinder person I ever meet- I answer him with sarcasm. 

Even though I'm talking I can't stop looking into his eyes. He's very close and I don't know what he's going to try next. I surprise myself by getting closer to her face. Our lips are less than a centimeter away. In a single movement Alek brings our lips together. I would like to say that it's due to the influence of alcohol, but even I know that I was not so drunk as to not know what I do when I kiss his back.

In a single movement Alek runs her hands under my thighs and lifts me into his arms. He uses the wall behind him to keep me balanced while we don't stop kissing. Our tongues fighting each other.

Suddenly Alek pulls away, and in one movement he takes something out of his pocket and blows it in my face.

- Sorry, bae. Sweet dreams, see you in a few hours.

It's the last thing I hear before I feel my body goes to sleep in Alek's arms. My eyes close and I see everything black.

*Alek's pnt of view*

I carry Alison to the car, set her on the seat, and buckle her up. To people's eyes she's asleep. Actually, she's high. I have to be more careful with her, I can't afford one more slip. Tonight she almost ran away, but that's not going to happen again.

It has been several weeks since we arrived at the hotel. My father hasn't contacted me yet, I suppose he'll be paying for the suite, since they haven't kicked us out of here yet. I roll my eyes just thinking about it. His pretentiousness reaches unimaginable limits.

My phone starts ringing. Speaking of the king of rome:

- Отец* - I say

- Alekandr, time to change location. We shouldn't have been exposed that long.

- I remind you that this was your idea.

- I'm not blaming you Alekandr. I will send you the address of the new location.

- Wait, are you telling me I'm not taking her to headquarters?

- Of course not, that would be too risky, they could uncover everything if they find her at headquarters.

- So what am I supposed to do with her?

- Take her to the location I'm sending you, I'll take care of the rest along with Dmitri.

- Is Dmitri also going to intervene?

- Of course, he wouldn't miss out on this mission for nothing. It's what he's been working for all this time.

- Yeah, sure.

- Tomorrow I want the girl in the new location, in a few weeks we will arrive.

- Ok

- Oh, and, Alekandr, control the girl well, we don't want incidents like this today. You know very well what your mission is - and hang up.

How the hell did he find out? Yes, I know what my mission is, but this is getting more difficult than I thought. Especially after that kiss. Why the hell do they leave everything complicated to me? Dmitri could have taken care of this, he is cold and heartless like my father. Surely he would have loved the mission. I, on the other hand, hate it. 

We get to the hotel, and I carry Alison out of the car in my arms. When we get to the room I put her down on the bed and start packing. I look over to where she's lying. Yes, this is going to be much more complicated than I thought, and not just because my father has changed the whole plan drastically, and it is no longer just k********g and turning her over. But this girl is starting to like me more than I should. I'm well screwed.

* Father in Russian

Hi readers! 

So, here's the update finally. I was having a writer's block this weeks, but I'm back! In reward I  wrote a longer chapter, and I hope you like it! Tell me what you think about it. 

Thanks you all for reading!