THE CEO'S BINDING DEAL

“Find that b***h for me, she couldn't have gone far.” A rough voice gnarled as two figures searched the area nervously. Kayla held her breath in fear, crossing her fingers In hope that's she'd not be caught. The footsteps soon faded away as she breathed out in relief. Of course, no one would have expected her to hide in the same room she was supposed to be in and she was smart for that or maybe just desperate. Her legs trembled as she struggled to get up from where she had crouched as she held the wall for support trying to be as quiet as possible, staggering out of the room in fear. Each step felt like walking on glass. She had just come back from studying ‘abroad’, which she figured was her dad's excuse to get rid of her. When her good stepmother and sister had asked her to accompany them to a banquet to “broaden her horizons”. Something felt off. She didn't know what exactly, an intuition maybe? Something wasn't right, something was about to happen. Goosebumps rose on her skin the moment she stepped into the hall. Her good step mother was overly enthusiastic for her liking, she didn't know why but she felt she should avoid taking anything especially the wine but felt uncomfortable after taking a sip of water. Water? Who drugs water?! She had excused herself as she went to the toilet to splash cold water on her face, to clear her head and maybe hatch an escape plan. She brought out her phone contemplating who to call as she had no acquaintances yet since she just came back. She put her phone back and let out a long sigh. That's when she saw it,a shadow looming over her in the mirror. She was being followed. She tried to rush out, but she was cornered and a meaty hand clamped over her mouth and held a weird smelling white cloth to her nose. Which she figured was what should be used to knock her out. She followed her instinct, held her breath as they stuck the white cloth harder against her nose. She pretended to faint. Someone hoisted her and roughly stuffed her like a bag of rice at the back of a truck. She heard keys jiggling, the engine roared and the car started moving at a high speed probably running red lights. Kayla stayed still, trying to think of a way out for herself and was on high alert as she tried to listen to the muffled conversation upfront. Who would want to hurt her? She had no enemies as she has been abroad since she was 12 and she had offended no one. Then the heat started. It crawled under her skin first like ants. Then it became a fire licking up her thighs and pooling low in her body. She stiffened, something was wrong, very wrong but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. She hugged her legs resting her head on top as she sniffled quietly. No matter who she offended, they weren't going easy on her. She regretted it, she wouldn't have come out today. It took a few minutes before the truck screeched to a halt. Rough hands dragged her out and took her to a place that seemed like a hotel. They tied her wrists loosely as they assumed she had already passed out. Idiots. That's when she came up with her escape plan to hide in the room and wait for redemption. From where? She had no idea. God? Police? Her dead mother? She staggered to her feet, the heat making her dizzy, the ropes were loose, she could slip them off now. She had just struggled to get her hands free from the rope when she heard footsteps. They were BACK What to do? What to do. Panicked tightened her chest in fear. She looked around and there was literally no way out. She almost gave in to the situation but she came to a decision. She wasn't going to cave into this without putting up a fight. She quickly crawled under the bed, holding her breath in fear hoping she'd not be caught. And it worked. But, where to now? She heard footsteps rushing seemingly the bastards looking for her. She ran into the nearest room she could find, breathing heavily. She couldn't even steady her breath when the door handle turned Oh no her breath hitched I've been caught Kayla froze The door swung open and a tall figure filled the frame. He wasn't one of them. He was wearing a dashing suit, slightly dishelved, reeking of alcohol and he was staring right at her. “Wrong room” he growled. Kayla opened her mouth to scream, but that's when the drug chose to hit. A whimper slipped out instead, soft, broken, inviting. His eyes darkened instantly. He stepped further inside, shutting the door behind him with a click. “You're not supposed to be here”, he slurred, swaying slightly. The whiskey wasn't the only thing in his system. His skin was burning hot, his cheeks flushed and his eyes hazy. He was drugged too! He didn’t wait for an answer. The drug had her eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving like she’d run a marathon. She looked wrecked. Ruined. And his to claim His restraint snapped like a cheap suit. “f**k it,” he breathed, and then his mouth was on hers. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a confession, a god-damned wrecked one. He was desperate, hungry for her, angry at himself for wanting her this bad and having no self control. His hands weren’t gentle, one fisted in her hair, the other crushing her waist to him like she’d disappear if he let go. He tasted like whiskey and bad decisions, and her. Kayla melted The drug stole her fight. A broken moan slid from her into his mouth and that was it. That was the sound that made him hold back. A little bit of clarity returning to his hazed eyes. He tore away, panting, forehead crashing to hers. His eyes were wild, pupils blown from alcohol and lust and something else. Something wrecked “Leave,” he rasped. Kayla blinked, confused. “W-what?” “Leave,” he said again, this time louder, but his arms didn’t move. If anything, he pulled her closer. His voice cracked, barely a whisper. Begging. “Please... just go. Before I do something we both…” “Search every room” the door rattled as a voice barked outside Kayla went rigid. They were back. Back for her. Trembling, she held his shirt like it was redemption and was the only way for her escape. Andrian softened as he looked at her and pulled her into his embrace. “Do you trust me?” But he didn’t look at the door. He looked at her like she was the only thing in the room. “Too late,” he whispered against her lips.“You’re not leaving now.” His thumb brushed her swollen bottom lip, his touch suddenly devastatingly soft. “God help me, I don’t want you to go.” Another bang on the door. Andrian’s whole body curled around hers, shielding her. Protecting her. Claiming her. And Kayla, drugged and dizzy and terrified, realized something with soul-crushing clarity: She didn’t want to leave either.