Page 45 of The Heir

"You've had an incredibly long day, sweetheart. You almost killed yourself running four miles this morning, attacked your ex, spent a good deal of time trashing his apartment, then had a drink with me. So you need to rest. I'm going to put you in the bath when we're done, and then put you to bed so you can sleep."

My heart begins to pound painfully, and sweat beads on my upper lip. Wiping it off, I swallow hard. "Done doingwhat,King?"

"Fucking." His voice becomes deeper, rougher, and I just know I'm in trouble.

Ragged breaths escape my throat, and I wet my lips, ignoring how wet I got at that one word. Because I'd love to fuck him, I really would… but there's this little pesky voice in the back of my head alarming me that I'm being abducted and I don't know why.

Holding my hands out in front of me, I see they're trembling.

I raise my voice so he can tell I'm serious. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Turn this fucking limo around and take me to a hotel. Or have it stop so I can get out and walk back. I'm not fucking p-playing, King.I mean it." I slide to the floor and begin to run my hands everywhere, trying to locate my phone. It's nowhere.

"It's not there, sweetie. I've got it with me. You can have it back once I'm certain you can behave."

"Is there a camera in here?"My jaw drops.He took my fucking phone?My heart begins to beat irregularly now as true, unbridled fear begins to fill me at this situation I'm in.

"Yes."

"Oh god," I whimper, closing my eyes, "I'm going to fuck you up so bad as soon as this limo stops. I swear to God, King."

"As long as I'm inside you while you do it."

My pussy clenches. "King, that's not funny.This isn't funny."

"I'm not laughing, sweetie. I don't think it's funny either. " He goes silent for a second. "I've waited a long time,months,for this day."

I pause before huffing out a disbelieving laugh. "Hendrix, tell him to turn the car around."

"Ooohh," he chuckles. "I'mHendrixnow, huh? I must be in trouble." His playful tone gives me hope.

Breathing hard, I latch on to the fact I can probably flirt my way out of this. "Well," I say, forcing my voice to be seductive. "I can show you what happens to bad boys as soon as we get to a hotel room. I'll bring you up, and we can discuss something further…"

My heart plummets as his response is immediate, and not with one ounce of playfulness I'djustheard. "No, baby. I can't do that," he says, sounding dead serious.

Silence fills the car for long seconds as we journey deeper and deeper out of the city.

"You can think of it as a relocation, if that makes you feel better," King says.

My breathing picks up, becoming erratic as tears prick the back of my eyes. "Are you really abducting me?" I hate how small my voice sounds. "This isn't a j-joke. My life is not a joke, Hendrix.This is my life."

"I know it is, baby. I know." He's so calm, his voice even sounds nourishing somehow. "I hope you realize now how serious I am about you, Izzy."

My eyes widen at his tone, my nostrils flare slightly thinking about just how calm he looked watching me act a maniac trashing Christopher's place. That look of fire in his eyes, his little grin, the way he studiously watched me, almost like…like he liked it.

I slam my fists into my thighs and stare at the speaker, gritting my teeth.

"King,I FUCKING ASKED YOU IF YOU ARE ABDUCTING ME?!"My heart starts to race in earnest now, and I double over on my knees pressing my forehead to the floor. At his silence I snap; crawling to the the drinks compartment, I grab a heavy crystal tumbler and throw it at the window, screaming.

I pick it up again and bang it over and over, not even cracking the glass. "Okay, thewindowmight be bullet proof but I guarantee your skull isn't!" I snarl.

My eyes widen as I turn and stare at the partition. I make my way over to it and begin beating against it, determined to break it so I cancrawl through. To my utter disbelief music fills the car, and this infuriates me so badly that I throw myself to the back of the car and begin pounding on the back glass, barely seeing the shadow of his face through my windshield.

"If you were going to kidnap me, you fucker, you could have at least left the goddamn car behind! I can't pay the fucking car note now you stupid, demented,fuckface!"I scream so hard I feel like I pop a blood vessel. Suddenly the car banks a hard right and I fall over, slamming my head against the windshield. "Ow!" I yelp, rubbing the pain away.

I feel around for the tumbler rolling around in the floor and I pick it back up, intending to use it as a weapon when I feel the limo go into an incline, like we're climbing a hill.

Curious, I look out the window and see the biggest stone two story mansion I've ever seen in my life, sitting nestled atop a hill, no neighbors. Surrounded by perfect thick lines of manicured grass, mature trees, and the entire shit is lit up so bright that you can probably see it from a mile away. It's so gorgeous my jaw drops.

My eyes drink it in greedily, and like an idiot, I forget that I'm being held against my will as thoughts of decorating the inside of it begin to fill me. It's sick, but my job has always been my passion and happy place.

---