Page 108 of Hacking His Code
I exhaled a raspy breath and rub my eyes, trying to force clarity into them.
I’m in a small, windowless room; a bed, chair, and nightstand are the only furnishings. There’s another room attached to this one, but I can’t make out what’s inside it. Everything is so hazy.
Then I remember Hunter and our night together. I’m still wearing the clothes he got for me, a pair of fashionable sweats.
“Help,” I cry out, though the words are breathless, and there’s no one to hear me except my captor.
“Fuck!” the man says, getting up and leaving the room.
Someone kidnapped me, though why, I cannot say. Very few people know of my acquaintance with Hunter, which means someone’s been following me.
I recall hearing the voice before, though I can’t say where.
A vein in my head pulses, throbbing with anger. I lay back down, but the motion makes me dizzy.
I’m pregnant.
God, what have I gotten myself into?
Then I remember the secret I hinted at in the hallway. Was the Davies matriarch so scared that she had hired someone to kidnap me? Maybe I misjudged her.
The door opens, and the man steps into the room again. I can see better now, what little good it does me. He’s tall, well-built, with very little fat. He’s wearing a mask and gloves, but I can tell he’s white by looking at the holes for his eyes.
In one hand, he carries a laptop; in the other, a bag of McDonald’s.
He tosses the bag onto the bed. “Eat.”
As queasy as I feel, I open it and eat some fries, not knowing when I’ll get my next meal.
What if the last food I ever get to eat is McDonald’s?
“If you want to get out of here alive, you’re going to do everything I say,” he rasps through the mask.
“You have a funny hiring process.”
He sets the laptop on the nightstand and takes a seat in the lone chair.
I grab a nugget from the bag and chow down. Thankfully, the food helps to settle my stomach.
“What were you doing for Hunter?”
“Dating.”
“Why did he hire you?”
He’s not buying it, and you’re only making him mad.
“I am a computer science major, in case you didn’t know, and he is heir to a tech corporation.”
He stares at me.
“Look, I was basically interning. Not doing anything super special.”
“How well are you acquainted with Hunter Davies?”
“Well enough to be considered for a job.”
The man shoves a hand in his pocket, takes something out, and tosses it on the bed.
