Page 31 of Chasing Amber

I cringe. While it’s true that I was born to wealthy parents, that does not mean these assholes can just steal from me. It won’t make society balanced. It only makes them criminals.

“She has to eat and drink,” Jacob argues.

“She doesn’t need fresh fucking water every hour and gourmet food, Jacob. She’s our prisoner. Until her brother pays the ransom, she will stay in that room, shit and pee in that bucket, and wait. You don’t need to pamper her or wash out the bucket every time she fucking pisses.” His voice rises.

“She doesn’t deserve this,” Jacob argues. “She didn’t do anything. You don’t have to be a dick.”

Jacob’s brother backhands him so hard that Jacob slams into the door. It flies open, and Jacob lands on his ass inside my prison.

I scream.

Someone touches me, and I scream harder. My eyes are closed. I squeezed them closed when Jacob fell into the room. I don’twant any of these assholes to touch me. They disgust me. I’ve already vomited enough. I don’t need their putrid scents close to me, making me gag.

I put up my hands and fight off whoever is touching me, screaming louder. Maybe someone will hear and rescue me.

“Amber, it’s me. Isaac. You’re safe, baby. I’m here.”

Isaac? How is Isaac in my prison? I open my eyes. Sure enough, Isaac is sitting next to me. His hands are on my biceps.

“I’m here, baby. You’re safe.”

I gasp for breath, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I’m not in that basement. I’m in my bedroom in my apartment. I’m shaking. Isaac is here. He won’t let anything bad happen to me. He keeps me safe. He can’t stop the dreams, but he protects me even when I’m asleep.

He’s my bodyguard. He’s so much more than that. Why have I gone so long without admitting how I feel for him?

The covers must have slid down my torso from my flailing, and I shove them the rest of the way down my body, climb out, and crawl onto Isaac’s lap. I need him to touch me, remind me I’m safe, remind me I’m his…

I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tightly, gripping him as though my life depends on it.

His arms come around me. His hands are so huge that they span my entire back as he tugs me even closer. “Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.” He rubs my back and cups my bottom over and over. The touch is a constant reminder that I’m safe. Isaac has me.

I start crying. I can’t stop. My chin is pressed against his shoulder, and it hurts, but I don’t care. I want to crawl inside him. I want him to cocoon me. The only thing that can drive away the fear is my Daddy.

Isaac holds me for a long time, rocking me gently, whispering in my ear. “You’re safe.” “I’ve got you.” “No one is going to hurt you, baby.”

I whimper and burrow into him deeper as if that’s possible. My sobs reduce to sniffles eventually, and then the occasional hiccup. As I calm, reality seeps in. I’m wrapped around my bodyguard. I’m only wearing panties and a tank top. My pussy is pressed against his erection, and he’s definitely hard. He’s only wearing shorts. His chest is bare.

I finally ease back. This is so awkward, and I’m so embarrassed. I can’t look at him. I keep my head down. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“What are you sorry for, baby?” He’s still rubbing my back.

There is no delicate way to extricate myself from him, but I try to scoot my butt back so I’m not pressing against his erection.

One of his hands slides to my face to cup my cheek. “Look at me, baby.”

I shake my head like a toddler.

“Amber, baby, look at Daddy.”

My breath hitches. I can’t disobey him. I slowly tip my head up.

He smiles. “Good girl. Don’t retreat from me, baby.”

“I was… I shouldn’t have… The dream…”

He covers my lips with two fingers. “Always so many excuses,” he teases. “Can’t you just wrap yourself around me because you want to and it feels good without needing to explain yourself?”

My face heats. “I don’t know how,” I whisper. I don’t know how to let my guard down and change things with Isaac. “What if I mess things up? What if I ruin what we have by trying to take more?”

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