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Chapter 3

Ana pov

After minutes of vigorous combing, my hair cascades down my shoulder and curls around my breast looking like a mahogany waterfall. Today I have put on a bit of makeup too- a few coats of foundation, eyeliner and lip gloss. After hours of pouting and making weird face in front of the mirror I look presentable. I am wearing a flush colored frock that ends mid thigh and is sleeveless. I hope the birthday boy approves!

After last night I am a bit shy to face him. I blush at the very thought.

When I reach the grey mansion, muffled classical music fills my ears. Their lawn is crowded with people, a lot of them. The elegantly dressed guests enjoying expensive delicacies and talking in heavily accented voices. Everything about them shouts class and money. Sometimes I feel that Grace is right, I don't belong with Christian.

In the midst of a crowd of supermodel like ladies, I spot Christian. He is all teeth and charm, and all the ladies seem to be dazzled by him. Someone is having fun it !

I walk through the crowd like an angry orangutan and place my hands on Christian's shoulder shocking him. I hug him from the back nearly knocking him off his feet. Yaya! I become awkward when sexy ladies paw at my boyfriend.

" Hey baby!", I coo, too sweetly, in a voice I would have puked over myself in other times.

" Hh.. hi Ana", he croaks because I am strangulating him with my hands.

" Excuse me ladies ..", he announces at the ladies who are trying really hard to hide their annoyance at me. Well! Suck it up.

Christian grips both of my hands in one of his, holding my hands around his neck. He stoops raising me off my feet and puts his other hand under my ass lifting me completely. He carries to the back of his house, towards the boat house ignoring the amused glances of the guests and my protests. He is going to pay for this. I blush the color of my dress and hide my face in the crook of his neck. I smell his cologne, which intoxicates me and lulls my mind. By the time we are near the boat house, I protrude my tongue out and lick the exposed portion of his neck( because there is no one here to gawk at us, I go all Ana at him).

" Ah Ana..", he breathes as he put me down and pushes me to the nearest wall. And just like that he is all over me. He starts kissing my neck, my throat and I know I have to stop him, for what I have in my mind, even though my legs are going all jell-o. I gather my last bit of will power and push at him with all my strength.

" What..", he says taken aback. For the first time in the evening, I take a look at him. He is wearing a black suit and my silver tie. His hair is tousled as usual and his face is flushed with lust. He looks absolutely yummy. I smack my lips in my mind.

" Come on Ana.. it is my birthday.. I need you", he calls out in an irritated voice and launches himself at me again. He kisses my cheek, my jaw my mouth. All openmouthed kisses, eating away my makeup. Just great! He presses his erection to my belly, rubbing against me like a man possessed.

" Chri.. Chris..n sttoff..", I manage to blurt out but he ignores my weak attempts as if he not even able to hear me. His grip on my hand is becoming painful with every passing moment and I wriggle my wrist in his grasp. To tell the truth, I am a bit shocked. Christian never behaves like this. Whenever I have asked him to stop before (maybe just once or twice), he has. He has never forced himself on me. Something feels wrong and I really start to struggle, not because I don't want to make out with me, but because I need to know the reason for his strange attitude.

" What are you to doing!?", someone shouts making Christian withdraw from me and I nearly collapse. Grace is standing a few meters away from us, with her hands on her hips and looking at me with red angry eyes.

" Mom.. we..", Christian blurts out , clearly embarrassed, as Grace narrows his eyes at him.

" You..", she says pointing her scarlet finger nail at me," I asked you to stay away from my baby. How dare you take advantage of my son at the back of our house! " she glares at me and I humph inwardly at the irony.

" Mom Ana didn't ..", Christian starts but Grace cuts him off.

She covers the distance between us with long strides and reaches Christian.

" Darling did she hurt you?.. I told you don't invite her to the party. She is just after our money. Don't let her use you to reach her goal." She coos caressing her baby boy's face. I nearly burn with rage at her words. How dare she! She rubs off the lipstick mark from the corner of Christian's mouth making a disgusted face. Ew! This is so embarrassing.

Christian flinches and tries to walk away from her but she grabs his hand.

" We need to talk", she announces and starts pulling Christian toward to boat house. Christian glances back at me, gives me a helpless look and mouths a sorry.

I feel angry and disgusted. I walk away without a second glance at them. I keep on walking till my legs are tired. I notice that I have reached the locality park. No one seems to be here and this thought would have frightened me in any other circumstances. The park is illuminated with halogen lights, but it is still very dark here. I sit in a bench and the cool wrought iron furniture sends a shiver through my body. I take out my phone and decide to message Christian.

" WE NEED TO TALK. MEET ME IN THE PARK", the message flies off my inbox and I sigh sadly. I wait for his reply but none comes.

I wait and wait and wait. The cold air chills me to my bones. After about an hour of waiting I give up. I try calling him but it goes straight to voicemail.

" Christian I hate you. I think we should part ways so that you could continue playing mama's boy and I could preserve my dignity. Don't show me your smug face again", I shout in my phone and then end the call.

I head home, walking through the deserted streets. Tears spring into my eyes and blur my vision. I wanted to kiss Christian under the mistletoe in the boathouse. I wanted to tell him how much I love him. But nothing went according to the plan.

I feel someone at my back and just when I am about to turn, a hand presses on my mouth muffling my screams. I feel a prick of needle in my arm and everything goes black.

A few days back, somewhere in Seattle

" I want her out of his life", the person says with gritted teeth. " I will pay you whatever amount of money you want.. But put her out of Christian's life. I don't care what you will do, just do it."

" I will. You don't need to worry about that", the other person says with a malicious grin.

I blink my eyes in the light of the bulb over my head. My eyes feel heavy and so does my body. I try to sit up, but find that my legs and hands are tied at my back. The memory of what happened to me chills me to the bones. Someone has kidnapped me! Oh no.. what will mom do, Kate do, Christian do.. the thought of Christian burns my heart and a painful thought pops into my mind ' he will not care'.

Just then I hear the creak of the door in the darkness.

" So you are awake." His voice rings through the whole room and bile rises in my throat in fear. The voice is familiar, just too familiar. Even before the dim light from the bulb illuminates the handsome topography of his face, I know my capturer.

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Can you guess who the kidnapper might be and who is behind all of this?

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A/n- please don't read if you don't like the story line. All the characters of this trilogy are my favorite ( if you must know). But this is my story and I can do whatever I want to do with them! Kind reviews will be appreciated but not mean and judgmental ones.