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Whatever the archives they were referring to, it had to be a mistake that wrongly linked me to something I knew nothing about. Wolfe wasn’t a very common American name. Chances were high that the person they intended to abduct was another Wolfe, and they came across my name and mistook me for them.
I had no choice but to wait for things to be clarified. It shouldn’t take so long for them to see that I wasn’t the person they wanted. After all, kidnappers usually had the physical features, biodata, and whatnot of their potential abductees.
The thought of them grudgingly giving me a ride back to my apartment didn’t make me feel less scared or shocked. But it gave me something to look forward to.
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Faded hope.
That was the clearest description of what I had in me after several hours had passed and nothing had happened. I pushed my tired body up and went to the window by the bed. Pushing the curtains aside, I saw that the sky was even darker than I had imagined.
What if I’m the one they really want?
Shaking my head, I muttered, “It can’t be.”
I looked around the room as I sat at the edge of the bed. It was luxurious on a seven-star hotel basis. The cream drapes were just a shade darker than the silk covers on the queen-sized bed that sat against the wall facing the door.
But all the elegance couldn’t change the fact that the room was my prison.
I was a prisoner, even though I wasn’t sporting a steel handcuff or orange uniform.
I went to the door again and turned the knob. It didn’t budge. Sighing, I turned around.
That was when I saw the camera sensor at the left edge of the room.
As I blinked at the tiny light, my mind left the room for somewhere else, somewhere distant.
“When you said, ‘out of here,’ I didn’t think you meant your actual house,” I disclosed as I went ahead of Alex into the narrow hallway.
“There’s nowhere more private,” he answered, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“That’s true,” I agreed, looking around his small living room. “Your place is nice...makes me wish college wasn’t a whole year away.”
“I don’t think it qualifies as a nice college apartment, but thank you. You can come here whenever you want, though.”
“Not every Friday night would be like this,” I told him, turning around to face him.
Dad and Mom had no idea I had gone partying with my classmates and was currently at the house of a former senior who was now in the community college. To the best of their knowledge, I was having a sleepover at Lucy’s house, which was just a few streets away from ours.
It was the second time I went partying using Lucy, who was also at the party, as a cover. But it was my first time leaving the party venue with a guy. I might not have agreed to leave with any other guy, but it was Alex Carson, my crush since forever. The single fact that he noticed me and even paid me attention put me on cloud nine.
“We’d better make the best use of tonight, then,” he uttered before covering my mouth with his.
He steered me toward the only door to the right and opened it, not breaking the kiss.
We were at the foot of his bed when we broke apart for air.
“Do you…have protection?” I inquired, looking up at him.
“Of course,” he answered, going to his nightstand and pulling out a drawer. “Probably makes me seem like a bad boy.”
“Are you not?” I asked, a small laugh leaving my lips as he approached with a foil packet in his right hand.
Coming to stand in front of me, he threw the packet to the edge of the bed.
“You think I am? Do my bad boy charms make you want me?” he questioned, his tone low.
My cheeks heated as I scrambled for what to say in response.
