Montgomery Billionaire Series

by Michelle Love

  After I finished eating, I decided to take a shower. The bathroom looked exactly like Arsen's so I knew how everything worked. I walked back into the room and went on the computer to play some music. To my surprise, Arsen had a lot of the music I listened to on there already. I made a quick playlist and turned the volume all the way up so that I could hear it in the bathroom.

  I started my shower and actually enjoyed my time in there. Some of my favorite songs were playing and I was using all of these fancy and expensive skin and hair care products. I don’t know if Arsen intended for this to happen but I was actually starting to have a good day.

  I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I didn’t want to put on the same clothes so I went into the closet to see what was there for me. Upon entering I expected to see just a small amount of clothing, but this was more than that. What was before my eyes was an entirely new wardrobe. There were all types of outfits. There were everyday outfits, night out outfits, an array of night clothing, and even all types of shoes. I looked into the drawers of the dresser and saw different types of undergarments and lingerie. I started looking at the tags and everything was the right size. Just like the note had said.

  This was sort of strange but I guess it would come in handy during my time here. But if I was going to be held in this room for the time being why would I need all of these different types of outfits? I shrugged away the thought and just picked out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

  I lotioned my arms and legs and just decided to play on the computer until the day went by. Arsen mentioned my laptop in the note but I didn't see it anywhere, which left me the only option possible. The computer in the room. Although I used this computer to play music earlier, I am still very concerned that I may stumble onto something that I should not see. That could really trigger Arsen into taking my life.

  I was very careful with what I clicked on. I made sure to only open the notepad application because my mind was full and I needed to write a few things down. I let some of the music play quietly while I gathered my thoughts together. I decided to start a new novel. Since my laptop was nowhere to be found and I couldn't continue working on the novel that I had already started, this could be something that I would do to pass time here. I titled it "Locked in with Your Own Thoughts". It was going to be about a girl kept in captivity because of her bad behavior with the man that she loved.

  I began to type, releasing all of my thoughts.

  "47 days and 3 hours. That's how long I've been held in captivity, in the basement of my Master's house. I never knew that I could make him this angry. I never knew he would turn on me like this. It isn't too bad down here. I have a bed, a TV, a bathroom, there's always someone bringing me 3 meals a day and a couple of new books when I've finished the old ones. The only thing that's not good is the lack of human communication. I have no friends, no family, no master.

  I know you're wondering what happened. Why I'm being held captive, why I even have a master to begin with. It all started a year ago when I signed a contract with a man by the name of Eric Pierce. He is the most gorgeous man that I have ever laid eyes on and when I first saw him at my job I knew I wanted to be associated with him somehow.

  His skin was smooth and blemish free. ripped jeans, beige boots, and a long t shirt that read 'Angels set free'. He was glowing. He had such a powerful energy I couldn't believe it. He walked around with his hands behind his back examining the room I was in.

  There was a room in the building that I worked in that I used to paint in. I thought no one would ever find it due to its hiding place so I hung up a few of my pieces. He smiled at a few and nodded at others. He walked up to me and eyed my outfit, raising an eyebrow at my bright yellow sweater.

  "Did you do all of this?" he asked.

  "Yeah... why? You going to tell on me?" I rolled her eyes and spoke in a mocking tone.

  "No, none of that. I just saw this place sitting around and wanted to check it out"

  I nodded and pointed to his shirt. "I love that album"

  He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Same"

  "So how much of my work did you see?" I asked. "And what's your name?"

  "Just about all of it" he chuckled. "I’m Eric"

  We spent almost an hour getting to know each other and it was beautiful.

  One day after work he stopped me at my car and told me that he's been checking me out since he saw me. He then proceeded to ask me if I ever participated in a dom/sub relationship.

  I've already had experience with BDSM so I told him yes and then let him know but if he is trying to pursue this type of relationship with me then I am very much interested in doing so. He smirked and told me that he'd have contracted typed up by the next day.

  The next day came and we went over the rules during lunch. One of the main rules with that I would address him, and only him, as Master. Since that day he's been my master and I did everything he asked.

  Exactly 48 days ago I messed up. When I say I messed up, I mean it. It was really bad. Eric has been out of town for a week and I needed sex so bad that I felt like I couldn't wait another day for him to get home. It felt as if I was going to die without it.

  He came home a day early to surprise and walked in on the worst thing ever. He caught me in the act of being with another man, and what made it worse was that I was so caught up in the moment that I called the other man Master.

  The look on his face was terrifying. I had never seen him this angry or aggressive before, not even during one of our dom/sub moments. Before I knew it I was being thrown into this basement."

  “Lola” I heard Arsen’s voice and jumped. I didn’t even hear the door being unlocked and opened. I guess I was too caught up in writing.

  “Yes?” I turned to him and spoke with a slight attitude.

  “What you got there?” he raised an eyebrow and tried to look at the computer screen behind me.

  “Nothing of yours, don’t worry” I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Fix your tone of voice, Lola. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you…. Yet” He smirked and walked towards me. He handed me two spiral notebooks and a box of pens. “One book has all of the jobs you will be doing for me while you’re here and the other, you can use as a journal when you get bored.”

  I began to read through the book and saw that there was a list of groceries that I needed to pick up tomorrow. It also mentioned that I’d get the money tomorrow and the driver would be here at 10 to pick me up. Something told me that he didn't really want to punish me. It was just something about the tasks that I had to do. I mean, is grocery shopping really a task you would give to someone you were holding hostage? I don't know. His intentions were beyond me.

  "Before I go, come here" he spoke in a very demanding voice.

  I got up and walked over to him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our noses were barely an inch apart and he flashed a smile that made my heart melt. It felt like everything around us stopped. One of his hands grabbed the back of my neck and he kissed me. He kissed me so hard that I stopped breathing. He pulled away and chuckled, licking his lips and leaving out of the room in one swift movement. Hearing the lock on the door made me snap back into reality.

  That kiss just proved my logic behind the back that someone put the idea to kidnap me in his mind. If he was angry enough to kidnap me all on his own, he wouldn't have come in here and kiss me like that. I brushed my fingers over my bottom lip because it begins to tingle. Not sure what it was but that kiss felt magical. He kissed me with so much love and passion within that three seconds that it was scary.

  I didn’t even get to ask him why he kissed me. I sighed and save the document on the computer. I let the music play while I opened the window and looked at the view. I’m surprised the doors to the window weren’t nailed shut but after looking down at the bush of thorns. I understand why. I sat on the window seat and pulled my knees to my chest.

  I was bored out of my mind a
nd had nothing better to do but watch the clouds go by and see what types of shapes they made. Besides the song that was currently playing, silence filled the air. The house, this area, the sky, it was all completely quiet. Though I longed for this type of silence back on campus, I’m starting to miss the various sounds that surrounded me. Being locked up like this, even if it has been only a couple of hours, made me miss school and my home.

  I started to think about what my parents and siblings are doing at this very moment. Probably playing board games or watching movies and having lunch. That’s something that I’ve never missed out on and I’d give anything to be doing that with them right now. Actually, I’d give anything to take back my horrible actions. I wish I never looked through Arsen’ emails.

  Maybe I’d have a life to live right now.

  Arsen

  During the entire process of abducting Lola and holding her hostage, I could do nothing but keep her comfort first in my mind. The boys had the idea to keep her inside of some rough cold building where she had very little water and food but I couldn’t bring myself to do that to her. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that to her. With anyone else I would’ve done it in a heartbeat, maybe even taken their life without any though put into it. With Lola, things were just different. They had to be different because something about her leads me to believe that she was the one I’ve been searching for years after my divorce.

  I want to deny my strong attraction to her but every time I do my feelings just become stronger. I even had to take a deep breath before walking into her room, she doesn’t know that she’s my weakness. She’s not even a little aware at how hard I try to remain calm around her.

  I went into her room, admiring her beauty from behind. I called her name and watched her jump. I hope I sent shivers down her spine. I had to brace myself for when she turned around. When I saw her face I had to hold back a smile. She looked very well rested and sort of happy, but when her eyes met mine her face cringed into a look of disgust. She was definitely upset with me.

  I gave her the two spiral notebooks and pens I had for her. One of the books I gave her to write in when she was bored and the other was a list of things I needed her to do for me. I don’t know if she noticed when she flipped through a couple of pages, but a couple of those tasks involved spending time with me for a couple of days. Dinner dates and some trips to the mall and a couple of other places. Hopefully, these outings could lead to us having mutual feelings for each other because at this moment it seems like I have more feelings for her than she has for me.

  Kissing her was a part of my plan. I wanted her to feel the feelings I had for her because clearly being nice after kidnapping her wouldn’t work. As much as I wanted to take her right there on that bed I couldn’t. I had to resist as much as possible.

  I’d be lying if I said the thought of her curvy body wasn’t always in the back of my mind. But they were. Each and every day I imagined my hands moving up and down her smooth waist and just pulling her body close to mine. I longed for her touch. It kills me inside that I couldn't have her the way I wanted. Why did she have to fuck up?

  I shook my head angrily at the thought and continued on with my day. There was a meeting today with the guys and I. We're getting together to talk about what's new with the whole kidnapping situation and what's new with the cartel in general. This cartel was first put together by David and me around the time we both became very money hungry. We were looking for ways to make more money, and David being my best friend since childhood was doing nothing but looking out for me when he suggested this idea. A drug cartel full of millionaires. Yes, I said it. A drug cartel full of millionaires.

  Each and every one of us has worked our way up to an outstanding amount of money coming in daily because of our jobs and also this cartel. If anyone finds out about this, we won't lose much money because we already have a lot saved up but we could ruin our reputation within our careers. Not to mention the amount of time in jail for doing this for more than 10 years. That's why the boys are so anxious to get rid of Lola, but I really don't think that she would be the one to take down our entire cartel.

  If she really wanted to sabotage us she would have acted quickly. There were no messages or emails on her phone and laptop about the situation so I doubt that she even had a plan to expose us in the first place. The guys made it seem as if she was working with the enemy and they knew the easiest way to get inside of my house was by using a young pretty girl.

  That logic didn't make sense simply because of the fact that Lola was playing extremely hard to get. If the enemy sent her over to get any information from me then I would have had sex with her the first day we met. She wouldn't have hesitated to spend the night at my place either. The guys really keep coming up with these outrageous theories about her but she's just a normal girl who got caught being very nosey.

  "Hey, what's up guys?!" I greeted the guys as I walked into our clubhouse. Much similar to the meeting from last week, the guys sat in a group behind the table and I stood in front of it. They greeted me back with various hey's and what's up's.

  “So, what’s up with the chick, boss?” David sat up in his chair.

  “Yeah, boss. Did you get the job done?” Pete spoke.

  “What do you mean did I get the job done?" I cocked an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest waiting for a response. "There was never a job to begin with."

  "Did you kill the girl?!" one of the other members yelled.

  "No, I didn't kill her" I spoke.

  "She knows too much, boss" Pete added.

  "Look! I told you, idiots, that she only knows that the drug cartel exists and that I killed that woman's husband. That's it. She literally knows nothing else." I spat angrily. How dare they question me about killing her when that was never the plan in the first place.

  Silence filled the void air between us as the guys looked at me taken aback by my reaction. I paced back and forth for a few seconds to blow off some steam. I couldn't handle the thought of Lola actually being dead, especially because of me.

  “What’s the update on the missing packages?” I sighed and took a seat. Someone handed me a beer and I took a quick swig.

  “We have the names and location. We were going to send a few of our best men out to get them tonight” Pete took a swig of his beer and looked directly at me.

  I nodded. “Let’s get their things ready”

  “Yes, sir,” they all said in unison, with the exception of David. I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking really hard about something. He wasn’t paying much attention to anything that was going on around him.

  “You two” I pointed to the two guys in the back. “Get the bags, and the rest of you get the guns ready”

  I sat back in my chair and watched as everyone left the room. Again, all but David. I grabbed a cigar from the box on the table and lit it.

  “You really like this girl, huh?” David chuckled, looking up at me.

  “I do” I took a drag from the cigar and blew out the smoke in his direction. I kept a straight face. “Why are you asking me this?

  “Why else would you spare her life, Arsen?”

  “She’s the one, David. I’m so serious when I say this” I took a deep breath and brushed my hair back with my free hand.

  “How are you so sure?” his eyebrows knotted together in confusion. “She’s a little college girl”

  “No, David. She’s a grown woman and I know she’s the one because Lola makes me feel the same way she did. Maybe even a little better.”

  “Damn” he laughed slightly. “You really are feeling this girl. Now I know why you lashed out. I’m surprised that you even went through with the kidnapping plan if your feelings for her are that strong”

  “That’s the thing, man. I’m torn between loving her and killing her.” I shook my head. “I don’t think I could bring myself to do it but the thought seems tempting. I couldn’t live with her being dead but I could definitely live without the fe
ar of falling madly in love again. You get what I’m saying?”

  “I understand man.” he sighed. “It’s just going to take time, alright? Don’t stress yourself out.”

  I flashed the slight smile and put out my cigar. What I really needed right now was some rest. I haven't slept much for the past few days, so I was just running off of multiple cups of coffee. I said my goodbye's to David, telling him to pass the message along to the rest of the team, and left.

  The drive back home was shorter than I expected and I was thankful for that. Immediately after making it inside of the house I quickly walked to my room. I wasted no time to take off my clothes and hop into the shower. The warm water kissed my skin and I swear it felt like heaven on Earth. I found myself humming along to the song that was playing lowly when I entered Lola's room earlier. It made me think of how beautiful the shower would have been if I were to share it with her.

  My mind started to fill up with the thought of her. Whenever I try to think of something different it just brings me back to her. She reminds me of the sunset. How it's so warm but so vibrant, and it could make your whole day better just by looking at it. She was like caffeine in the morning. As much as you have been warned to stay away from it, it was addicting and you needed it to get through the day. She stood tall like a sunflower, beautiful and bright. The perfect combination.