Kidnapped

WILD CAT.......

Cara's recent change in behaviour has put Greg on a rollercoaster. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly went wrong or could he say what she was planning. He could almost see her at every corner of the house. His heart got caught in his throat at the thought of that. His fingers itched as he remembered all the stunts she had been pulling for the past three weeks and he drew in a sharp breath.

Normally, he would be the envy of every man out there if only his father wasn't his father. Cara had settled into the habit of sniffing him every evening he came back from work, gradually forcing him to think about his body and his heart instead of his brain.

Greg shook his head in an effort to drag himself back to reality when someone knocked on his office door. " Come in" he said nonchalantly. His personal secretary walked in." Sir, it's time for the meeting, the board of directors are waiting" he said.

Not sparing him a glance, " I will be there shortly", Greg responded, waving him out of his office. It didn't take long for his secretary to rush back again but he met him as he was stepping out of his office for the meeting. Greg gritted irritatingly" what is it again?" he snapped. Obviously displeased.

His secretary basked away slightly trying to calm down" Sir, sorry to bother you. Miss Gracie is here. She is demanding an audience with you, causing a nuisance outside the building. She won't stop throwing a tantrum as the security refused to let her inside" he replied.

Greg looked coldly at him." Good" he responded. " If she mistakenly enters this place, all of you are fired". He thundered and walked away towards the conference room.

" Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The secretary shouted, rushed back again to the entrance to inform the security personnel. "This is serious. I still don't understand why a beautiful lady like Gracie would cling to a man that despises her so much. Women are very mysterious to be muttered. Here she was trying to cause a problem for us, he hissed.

Greg spent the whole day in his office after the meeting trying to avoid Gracie. He felt exhausted about the whole drama and would probably lose it should he go out there. His life has turned unnecessarily busy and demanding. He rubbed the bridge on his forehead and signed in resignation. Three hours passed, four. He decided to go home and rest. He has deprived his body of the required hours of daily rest. He stood up and dragged his exhausted body to the door and out of the building to the company's garage where his driver was waiting for him. He instantly felt grateful for having someone to drive him around because he didn't know what he would have done.

Instead of going home immediately, we met a devastating sight. Gracie perched on the rear of his car like a bird. " What in the world is the meaning of this?" He asked and watched as she stepped down. His body grew flinched and grew cold on impact. His face was rigid, devoid of emotion.

" I ask again, what are you doing here?" In two strides, he dragged her away from his car without a care. When he got to the distance he liked, he let her go and ordered his driver to clean the spot where her body touched. He fetched a hankie out and cleaned his hands and touched her and disposed of it before turning to her.

Gracie felt so humiliated but bit the bullet by the horn. She looked at his face." Can't I come here?" She asked on the verge of tears. " Why do you keep treating me this way?. You humiliate me like this because of that dead witch" she shouted at him. Shaking profusely.

Greg basked away from her." You should never have come here. I hate women like you the most. Your presence only irritates me. Spare yourself some dignity and go away" he said, fuming in anger.

Gracie instinctively felt a hint of danger but her resolve to win him over clouded her mind. She was already a desperate woman at this point. She moved towards him in seductive steps." I can be anything you want, you know. Just say it". I can be that woman you loved so much. What is her name again? Yeah! I can be Cara". She said and brought her hands forward to touch his chest. Greg caught it midway and started whirling her around in circles. Satisfied, he let her go.

Gracie screamed before landing on the floor with her buttocks. By the time she recovered, they were nowhere to be found. She dusted herself and told the driver to take her home, whinnying in pain. So much humiliation for a man. He is lucky that she loves him. If someone else did that to her, the person would have been locked behind bars. She took her hand that he touched and kissed it dreamily. I will forgive you this time Greg.

On the way home, Greg was so sure that he would share a bed one day as man and wife with Cara. He will wait. He wouldn't take advantage of her or force her to become intimate with him. Gush! He already wanted her.

He was so sure that she would genuinely come around one day..........but, again, she did not believe that love could happen between them. He did.

Greg tried to preserve his calm until he got to the mansion, and dropped dead in his tracks. His mouth was slightly open, frozen. His body heated up, streams of raw emotions hitting him wave after wave and his heart beating frantically.

Lost to his surroundings but her, he watched as she passed by the table near the sofa, picked up a glass of wine and drowned it in one gulf before filling it again. " What kept you?" She asked, smiling weakly. She throttled and stood in front of him.

Greg forced his eyes away from her and took in his surroundings.There were candle lights on the table giving the atmosphere a pleasing scent. Red roses spread on the floor and three bottles of Metol wine. Looking closely, it can be estimated that one was already emptied. He took his eyes back to her, leaned slightly down, forward and frowned. " You reek of alcohol" he said.

Cara smiled widely and had a wicked gleam in her eyes. She moved towards him, her hips swaying with each step. Her unbounded hair dancing to complete the rhythm of her steps.

Greg inhaled sharply as he took in her appearance, taking a step back. She wore a red mini gown that hugged provocatively to her body, exposing her cleavage which might spill over if she happened to breathe or bend over. He wished she could do any of that. She must have lost her mind dressing like that in front of him. He wanted to reprimand her yet he couldn't. He just stood watching her like a statue. His body's response was perfectly natural for every man.

Cara moved the length of her body against his gently, tiptoed and kissed him, then settled to unbutton his shirt. Greg instantly grew alert and purposely set his wife away from him. She grabbed his shirt, trying to push him towards her, but he gently tucked her hands away.

She looked into his eyes and saw that they were dark, brewing untold emotions. " You want me, don't you? Why hold in?" She asked. Slightly hurt, she bit her lips hard to suppress her feelings. It must be the effect of the wine. She is partially in control of her mind for now. Waiting for him, she drew a bottle of wine as her mind drifted to the woman she had seen previously in the house. Since that day, she hasn't been herself.

Greg groaned " You should trade carefully, tigress" he replied.

Cara licked her lips at the sight of the bulge in his pants, instantly amused. She reached out to touch him. She could see the emotions in his eyes that screamed at her, trying to consume her. She felt his raw desire and wanted it. She wanted to taste it, to know what it was like. Drinking wine does this to her obviously and her parents never allowed her to have wine. Her level of tolerance for wine is zero.

Greg usually has no problem ignoring his own desires. The last thing he would do is give into his burning desires at the moment. He closed his eyes, breathed in and opened them. " That's enough, you should probably get some sleep". He pulled her away from him, carefully gathered her into his arms and strode to her bedroom in long strides. His body was on fire and he needed her to calm it down, but this wasn't the right time.

Cara curled up in his arms, put her hands around his neck, then started licking and biting his n****e. She had succeeded in opening his buttons.

" Behave Cara", Greg ordered, but it fell on deaf ears. He quickly opened her room door and dumped her on the bed. Breathed slowly " That was close".