The wrong woman

Chapter 1

"I keep telling you to live a little! You own a business for Christ sake! " Daisy shouted over the loud music at the club. Cassy smiled and shook her head at her friend. There was no point explaining to her for the millionth time that owning a floral shop didn't mean she didn't have to be hands on. She had agreed to tag along her friend who insisted they celebrate her birthday but in reality, she was not feeling very merry. "He is a loser! " Daisy said reaching out for her friend's hand.

"Am not thinking about Martin, Daisy. "

Cassy answered smiling at her friend which was true. It obviously hurt when your boyfriend leaves you and gets married in a month. But finding out your employee of two years was the bride is a dagger in the heart.

"She is a snake, and they deserve each other. "Daisy added.

"I know, but I trusted that girl, I am more mad at her than him. She smiled at me everyday where fu.... "

"Sophia? " a man interrupted them and both ladies looked at the tall man looking down at Cassy. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes.

Ricco looked down at the woman he had been in a relationship with for close to an year now. Clearly drunk. This was not a setting Sophia would be caught in. Hell, even him. The only reason he was in a downtown bar was because one of an investor he was eyeing insisted on meeting there.

"You said you'd be at your parents for the weekend. " he added

"Am not Sophia, " Cassy said and giggled.

"Oh great, and you're drunk! This is funny to you? "The man was reaching for her now and she looked at Daisy who was smiling clearly amused.

"She has been saying that the whole night." Daisy said an Cassy looked at her shocked. Before she could speak, the man grabbed her and pulled her up. She was tipsy, another man helped take her purse. Cassy could hear Daisy thank the man for clearing their bill. In minutes she was in the back seat of a car with this stranger. After trying to stay awake, she drifted off to sleep. She remembered hearing the man keep talking the whole time of phone, but that was all.

Cassy opened her eyes and cursed. She could feel her head banging. It was long since she allowed herself drink that much. She reached for her phone, and paused. This was not her bed! Then it all came flashing back. She quickly got up. Looked at the tiny sheer set of pajamas and laughed. A nervous laugh. Kidnapped. Quickly rushed to the door and tried to open it. To her surprise, it was not locked... Not kidnapped. She sighed in relief. Outside was a long hallway, two rooms to one side, one more to the other. She could hear voiced, it was not hard to follow the path to a staircase. Chandeliers, polished rich marble, mahogany furniture, a scent reminding her of a five star hotel. She climbed down the stairs and saw the man on a chair with a newspaper, a frown on his face.

"Sleep well? " his deep voice added to all the attractive features.

"Why am I not in my clothes, " she asked, he chuckled.

"That is what is on your mind? I found you at a bar, in a different country while you told me you are at your parents house. "

" look, am tired... "

"You've slept all through our nine hour flight. You should be okay. "

"Am sorry, what? " Cassy thought she must

be dreaming. "Where are we? "

"look Sophia,... "

"I am NOT Sophia! " Cassy shouted and Ricco squinted his eyes and looked at the woman before him. Same height, dark brown hair, brown eyes... Sophia's were grey. He rubbed his temple. How the hell could two people resemble this much?