Page 3 of Serendipity
This definitely wasn’t what I expected.
“Go on then,” he barked. “You wanted to use the bathroom.”
I turned around, ready to tell him to fuck off, but my tongue got stuck in my mouth when I took a good look at his face, then the face of the man standing at the door.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. “Y-You’re…” I sputtered.
Dark brown eyes narrowed on me; his entire face pulled into a scowl. But even that couldn’t take away the fact that he looked like he came out from a GQ set—no, both of them.
“Am I dead?” I blurted out. There was no way in hell that someone this hot could be into criminal activities.
“No, you’re not, but you might be if you don’t stop talking and start peeing,” Mr. GQ One answered, with his arms crossed on his chest. My eyes zeroed in on the bulging muscles on his arms.
Then it dawned on me—he expected me to pee with him in the room.
A hysterical laughter bubbled out of me, rising from my chest, through my throat, and echoing around us in the ginormous bathroom. The scowl he wore deepened, accentuating the lines around his eyes.
“You expect me to pee with you in the room?”
“I expect you to shut up, but yes.” He nodded. “Just get on with it already.”
“Uh, I’m not sure who raised you, but I’m not peeing in front of two men I don’t even know.”
“Then you won’t get to pee at all,” he bit back.
“Buddy.” I snickered. “You can either get out of the bathroom and let me pee in peace, or I’m going to pee myself as soon as we step out of here, which means that you’ll have to be the one cleaning the mess. So, I’m gonna pee one way or another, but it’s up to you how it’s going to happen.”
That tick I had earlier with our director of purchasing—I could see it now in one of his eyes.
Maybe I did hit my head when I fell in the van. I was way too calm about the situation at hand.
“Fine,” he murmured, anger written all over him. “You have one minute.”
That’s all I needed.
The two of them stepped out, keeping the door ajar. I all but ran toward the toilet in the corner, fumbling with the button and zipper on my pants, cursing at the same time. It wasn’t exactly easy, taking your pants off when both of your hands were tied up.
“Motherfucking fuckity fuck,” I cursed as I finally pushed my pants down and sat on the toilet seat, almost moaning at the instant relief.
I looked around, trying to find anything I could use as a weapon, but this bathroom was as empty as they could get. Apart from the roll of a toilet paper and a soap dispenser, nothing else was here.
One thing bothered me though—who would bring their kidnappee to such a nice bathroom?
“You have five seconds, Alessia,” grumpy barked out. I quickly flushed the toilet and started pulling my pants up when they stormed inside. “And it’s up.”
“What the fuck, dude?” My pants were halfway up, stuck on my knees, and I wasn’t able to pull them higher with the ropes tying my wrists together. “It wouldn’t kill you to knock.”
“And it wouldn’t kill you to hurry up. Come on.” He came closer and started untying the ropes on my wrists. “Get your pants up. Boss is almost here. I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do to you.” That smirk he wore on his face? That shit reminded me of that idiot this morning, and soft violent words came trickling back into my head.
“Oh, yeah? Well, your boss can kiss my ass for all I care.”
And that there, ladies and gentlemen, that was the moment I knew I fucked up.
CHAPTER3
There weremoments in my life where I was like,Did I really have to say that?Or,I shouldn’t have eaten that last piece of chocolate.Or,I shouldn’t have bought these pants because my ass looks too big in them. But none of those moments could even compare with this one right now. As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I was either going to end up dead, and my face was going to be plastered all over the city, or I was going to get thrown into some kind of a dungeon with only bread and water to survive on.
I didn’t manage to blink before he had me airborne and thrown over his shoulder, with my pants around my ankles and my face plastered against his back.
