Kidnapped

WITHOUT RESTRAINT.....

Greg ran down the stairs in a hurry, when information reached him about his father's presence at his house. The old man came to visit, who said he could come to his house? He sent a message to his personal bodyguard to lock Cara's room and not allow her out of the room as he strode outside to see his father.

Panting after running down the flit of stairs " What brings you here father?" he asked the moment he got close to his father.

Mr Vicson raised his eyes and shook his head" What kind of question is that son?. Don't I have the right to visit my son anymore?". He responded with a gentle smile.

Greg fought hard to calm down his raging blood. " You should already know that you are not welcomed here after what you did". He said, gritting his teeth.

Mr Vicson casually waved his hand." That's not how to welcome your old man son."

" Yes, that's not how to welcome your father that gave birth to you, Greg" Gracie said as she walked close to Mr. Vicson and held his hand in a bridal style. Greg snapped his head around towards the sound of that familiar voice.

Gracie pouted" Don't mind him father, he is probably still brooding", her eyes pinned to Greg's face smiling." I came to say hello to your old man and to sympathize with you over your loss. I heard that you loved her so much. What a pity that she is no more". Her smile widened.

" I see" Greg said, almost choking out of breath." An opportunity for you I guess".

Gracie blinked innocently, her body suddenly warm, jubilating at the sound of that " Who knows? She asked. " I should spend more time with you, since we are here already," she replied, blinking her long lashes again.

" No need, I have got work to do at the office and don't have time to mourn as you presumed". Greg said, looking at her cautiously with disgust." Both of you should start going. I don't have the time to entertain anyone, especially not you", he glared coldly at Gracie. " I was already on my way out". He called his driver before smiling at his father. " I have things to take care of at the company".

Mr. Vicson looked a little pissed. " There's no need for all that drama, get ready to settle down with my choice of a life partner for you" he smiled warmly towards Gracie and glared coldly at Greg.

Greg raised his lashes slightly till he could look at his father's face, not bothered" If that is all, please excuse me father", he said, walking back into the mansion to grab his suit jacket without care.

Looking at his retreating figure in annoyance, " Just look how arrogant he has become because of a woman. Not even the slightest decency to invite me into his house" Mr. Vicson said.

" It's okay father, at least that woman is no more. He has no other alternative than to listen to you" said Gracie, bobbling with happiness within. " What a jackpot, she muttered to herself.

Not long later, Greg strode outside with his driver without sparing them a glance and they took off. Mr Vicson turned around in anger, " Let's go" he said to Gracie after he watched Greg go into his car and drove off with his driver." What a spoilt brat" he hissed.

Outside the estate, Greg told his driver to park not very far from him but discreetly, waiting for his father to leave. He signed in utter relief a few minutes later when his father's entourage left his estate. Sitting back inside the car, he informed his driver to drive home, while rubbing the bridge in-between his forehead absent-mindedly.

" Congratulations, what a lovely puta" Cara smiled bitterly, sending sailing a small porcelain bowl that sat on the table at the end of the couch. It broke against the door frame with a satisfying crash, stopping Greg in his tracks. He only but slightly escaped the attack.

Greg turned slowly and, with one look at his face, Cara took a step back. She had never seen him so angry before." And what do you think that you are doing?" He snapped at her.

" You have me trapped here against my wish, whoring with another woman right under my nose. What gave you that audacity?" She fired back.

She circled the couch, eyes intending on the vase of roses. Greg followed her eyes and said softly" Don't even think of it".

" Dare to stop me if you can" she replied. Greg ran into the room and they made directions in opposite directions of the vase. Both of her hands closed on the rounded porcelain, ready to send it sailing. Greg's larger hands covered hers at once.

" What is wrong with you?" he seethed.

She lifted her eyes and stared at him over the red roses. " I was thinking the same thing. Just let me go, okay? You can't trap me in here forever". She pleaded.

Greg's anger faded but he didn't release her or the vase.

" Never," he said softly. His face looking strained and weary." You are all that I have got. I can't do that to myself".

She blinked back the tears threatening to come out " What about me huh!?. I have a life waiting for me out there. You should think about what I want too". Her eyes burnes. "Look , you are already giving me a hard time. What will happen to my life? Answer me". She shouted in anger.

Greg, no longer angry, took his hands from hers and lifted them to her face, causing her to shiver slightly "Cara, you will be fine". Moving his hands gently over her face." Trust me, I won't hurt you. All I need is for you to be patient with me. I will not stop you from achievin......"

Cara lifted the container and quickly dropped it on the floor as Greg's hands were no longer on the vase. It landed with a loud crash, a splattering of roses and water. Maryan cursed from the kitchen at the sound. As the atmosphere went still.

Greg dropped his hands from her face and closed his eyes."Go to your room" he ordered softly." I will never let you out of my sight or my life. You are mine, mine! Let it sink".

" No, leave me alone" Cara replied angrily.

Speaking in a low, strained voice" just go to your room".

"No" she dashed for the door in a bit to escape.

In an unexpected movement, Greg reached for her and lifted her easily in a smooth, sweeping motion and tossed her over his shoulder. Cara felt dizzy briefly, as she hung there in an undignified manner.

He smacked her ass." I will forgive you for this behaviour today. There's no more patience and energy left in me to deal with you, neither do I have the time to argue with you". He said as he strode upstairs to her room.

She kept struggling, punching his back as he carried her to the stairs. " You better let me go, I will never be yours". He paid no attention to her, neither did he slow his steps and Cara bobbled as Greg ran up the stairs with her suspended from his shoulders. With her kicking and and punching his shoulders, he didn't bulge, rather he would softly smack her ass each time she punched his back with her fist.

Growing tired and irritated, Cara became quite angry and gave up. With tears in her eyes, she watched as he carried her into the room gently and dumped her into her own bed. She curled, pulled the duvet over her head and started sobbing silently, purely embarrassed.

Greg, after staring at her for some time," I have no relationship with the woman you saw today. No strings attached", his eyes lazily scanned her on the bed before settling on the window. He crossed to the window in two swift strides, surveyed his surroundings from there. What a fantastic view. He signed and relaxed. He imagined that Cara saw the whole drama this morning from that spot and massaged his shoulders. " So heavy, so skinny, he muttered.

Greg took one last glance at her direction on the bed and quietly went out of the room, closing the door behind him.