Chapter 3

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Lucy's POV

Nearly three weeks had passed since Ian and I had that very memorable moment in the restroom of The Cheesecake Factory. I had officially stopped taking my birth control to get the baby process rolling. Ian and I couldn't be more ecstatic on the idea of making a baby. It's truly a surreal topic.

The movie premiere of Ian's newest project is tomorrow. I have the perfect dress for tomorrow's event. Ian hasn't seen it yet since I wanted to surprise him; I am anxious for his reaction, I always love seeing his face when I show him new dresses. Ian and I had spent the day wondering around LA doing some grocery shopping as well as some mindless clothes shopping since I needed some new tops. A grin forms on my lips when I see Victoria Secret just down the street. Jerking Ian's hand we pause on the sidewalk for a moment.

"What do you say we make one last stop before heading home? It'll be quick, promise."

Glancing down at his watch he nods with a shrug of his shoulders. "Sure, where to?"

"You'll see," I grin mischievously up at him. Tugging on his hand I lead him down to the store and head straight to the main door of the lingerie store.

"Oh no. Hold on there baby." Ian pulls me back away from the door shaking his head with a chuckle. "I am not going in there. I will gladly take the rest of your bags for you and wait out here on the bench."

"If you recall, you told me a few weeks ago you would take me lingerie shopping since you ripped yet another pair of my favorite panties and you have yet to fulfill that promise. Besides I need a better strapless to wear tomorrow with my dress."

"I cannot go in there; Victoria Secret is for women. Besides, if my recollection serves true you have a multitude of strapless bras." He protests.

"Not the specific style for the type of dress I'm wearing."

Scanning my eyes around us I make sure no one was around to pick up on our conversation. Leaning forward with my chest pressed into his I stand up on my tiptoes to whisper seductively into his ear.

"If you come in with me, you can pick out something you like and I'll wear it for you…" My voice trails off, I playfully bite on the small flesh just under his ear that's sensitive.

Groaning at the thought Ian contemplates for a moment before reluctantly nodding his head. Smiling pleasantly up at him I place a quick kiss on his lips then pull him into the store with me. We walk back to the lingerie section and I instantly search for what catches my eye.

After about ten minutes of picking out several things I wanted I cast my gaze up just in time to see the back of Ian walking over to one of the registers. I watch as he pays for the unknown item, takes the bright pink bag from the woman and returns to my side. Trying to peek in the bag to see what he bought I frown slightly due to the pink tissue paper preventing me from seeing what lies inside the bag.

"What did you get?" I wonder curiously.

Ian shakes his head with a coy smile. "It's a surprise; you'll find out shortly."

"Fine," I pout at him hoping to make him give as per usual. Only this time he simply chuckles in response and tells me my pout won't affect him.

I continue shopping for about five more minutes or so before having everything I desired. Thankfully the line wasn't long at the register and I pay for the new lingerie. Adding the bag to our handful of other things we have bought throughout the day we walk hand in hand back to the car. The backseat of Ian's Audi is filled with our bags seeing as our groceries had taken up the entire room of the trunk.

It was just after six o'clock now depending on traffic we should arrive home right around seven hopefully not much later. Ian's fingers were laced in mine, resting in my lap comfortably while he drove focusing on the medium traffic meanwhile I watched the beautifully capturing sunset.

That night Ian and I spent a good couple hours playing with Mochi, Bailey, and Jack. After some intense tug-of-war and lots of running around the house to chase their tennis balls they are passed out on their respective dog beds in the corner of the living room. Ian was already situated in bed with the nightly news turned on. I on the other hand was getting ready to step into the shower after putting away all of the new clothes I bought today.

The hot water had been very relaxing to all my muscles, not to mention I now smell of my favorite shower gel that rests on the shelf in the shower. While wrapping the big fluffy towel around my body as I step out of the shower twenty minutes later I notice the Victoria Secret bag sitting on the granite countertop. Next to the pink bag is a pair of one of my personal favorite four inch black stilettos.

"Ian Harding what are you up to?" I wonder curiously walking over to the bag, pulling out the tissue paper to see what unknown items he bought for me. I shake my head with a giggle when I see he even knew the exact size to buy. Plus I notice Ian has placed a pair of my black thigh high stockings with the lace tops in the bag as well.

"If this is what you want babe, be prepares to see it." I grin to myself in the mirror then slip into the lingerie.

Once I was dressed I take the hair elastic out of my hair that had previously been up in a messy bun for the duration of my shower. It falls down into loose waves framing my face and I drop the elastic on the counter then pull out my hairbrush to run though my hair a couple times. Dressed in a deep purple pushup bra with black sheer lace over the cups, matching thong, the black thigh-high lace stockings, and my heels I open the bathroom door and slowly step out into our bedroom knowing full well Ian would be watching the door waiting for me. I have to admit I love this bra and pantie set they are extremely sexy while still being entirely comfortable too. Honestly I probably would have bought this myself while shopping, without a doubt.

"Hey baby," I greet seductively to Ian looking him straight in the eye. I bite my lip with my head tilted to the side slightly.

"Holy fuck," he curses in pleasure.

Slowly I strut over to him swaying my hips as I reach the end of the bed to meet him. Ian had already flipped the TV off and put the remote on the nightstand leaving the only noise in the room to be his groan upon seeing me. I feel incredibly sexy and confident right now between wearing this little outfit and his reaction to it is definitely a mega confidence booster. I crawl up the mattress to straddle his lap, running my nails teasingly down his bare chest I smile happily at him.

I lean my head down to his ear and release a light breath to fan the side of his neck with my hot breath making him groan once more. "You up for an entire night of fun?"

"Good God yes!"

Not a second later he pulls me into a kiss full of desire and we were rapidly lost in our own little world doing our own deliciously dirty activities.

Waking up the following morning I sigh in contentment and snuggle closer in Ian's chest if that were even possible. Ian was awake as well having turned off the loud alarm that rang fifteen minutes after seven to remind us we have to get ready for the day's big events. I was beyond thrilled to finally be seeing Ian's movie that he has worked his ass off on for the past 8 months. The movie was a romantic comedy with Ian as the male lead. This will be the third time since we have been married that he has had to kiss another woman for filming purposes. Even though it was merely following a written script I have to admit it is hard for me to watch him be affectionate in any way to other women.

"We need to get up babe," I remind Ian when I notice he was drifting back to sleep.

Groaning loudly he wraps his arms tighter around my body to hold me close. "I know but I'd rather stay here naked in bed with my wife than get dressed in a suit and be nearly blinded by the photographers' flashing cameras."

"I know you do. However Scotty will be here in a few hours to help me with my hair and makeup and we both need to take showers before he comes over."

Ian abruptly shifts us so I am now laying underneath his warm toned body. "Now a shower with you I am not opposed to." He has his sexy grin tugging on his lips with a suggestive tone.

Shaking my head in denial I inform him we cannot shower together right now otherwise we'll be in there for a couple hours at least.

"Come on babe. I will go out and get some coffee and breakfast for us, in the meantime how about you take the dogs out and take a shower?"

Ian lets out a groan of displeasure and nods his head. We both get out of the welcoming bed, I slip into a loose flowing casual dress with some flats and brush my hair out to rid it of the knots. After doing a once over in the mirror I bounce downstairs, grab my purse from the kitchen table then head to the back door where Ian was just walking back inside from letting all three dogs out to go potty.

"I'll be back in about 20 or 30 minutes babe. Does your usual work for you?"

He nods his head while wrapping his arm around my waist pressing my torso into his. "Sounds perfect. Thank you honey." After a long leisure kiss I pull away and head out to the garage to get in my car.

The drive to the café wasn't too bad, pretty light traffic thankfully, I did have to park down the block a little ways when trying to find a parking spot due to the very limited places that permit parking. Ian and I find ourselves at this café quite a bit in the mornings for their delicious tea and coffee as well as their muffins we tend to buy every time we're here. Climbing out of my car I make sure to grab my purse, lock the car, and unlock my phone opening my Twitter app to read through some of my mentions as I walk the somewhat short distance down to the café with my gaze focused on the iPhone.

I was completely caught by surprise and unable to register what was occurring when I abruptly felt and arm around my waist and a hand clamped down around my mouth with a cloth held firmly against my lips.

I froze instantly. I couldn't scream, I couldn't kick, I couldn't react. Nothing.

Due to the earliness of the hour there wasn't anyone else around to see or help. Soon everything fads to black and the last thing I could comprehend was the loud sound of a door slamming shut and a soreness to my side growing to my back.

Ian's POV

Over an hour had passed since Lucy left to pick up breakfast for us and I am becoming worried. I know traffic can sometimes hold us up but we had found a simple route to the café that doesn't get too heavy of traffic therefore it truly will only take an absolute max of 20 minutes drive between there and our house. I have called her a couple times however each call went straight to voicemail and even when I texted her I hadn't heard back. Odds are she got held up with running into some fans or something, I'm sure she'll be home shortly.

Before long another hour had passed and still no word from Lucy causing me to become highly concerned now. When the doorbell rings I all but run to the door thinking it was Lucy. Unfortunately when I swing open the door I was greeted with the sight of Lucy's good friend Scotty who does her hair and makeup for nearly every event and even most photo shoots for her.

"Morning Scotty, have you heard from Luce?" I ask him anxiously.

"No," He shakes his head in negate walking in with some of his supplies. "Is something wrong?"

I sigh and slump my shoulders slightly. "I don't know. She left to go pick up breakfast at the café we typically stop by but it's been over two hours since she left and she won't answer her phone."

"She is probably stuck in morning traffic we are in LA after all."

Shaking my head I run a nervous hand through my hair. "I already checked the news and they aren't showing any crashes or any issue that would hold up traffic. Besides she would have called to tell me. I need to go down there or something to see if she got held up for some reason."

I grab my keys and wallet from the small table by the back door turning to face Scotty.

"Will you call me if she gets home before I do? Something doesn't feel right here."

"Yeah, yeah of course go make sure our tiny goose is okay." He replies instantly all but shooing me out the door.

The entire drive to the café was full of my anxiety and worrisome for my wife. I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know what it means. Continuously calling her cell phone I become all the more frustrated when the call goes to voicemail every single time. Lucy is too addicted to her phone to have it turned off so why is it? And I know it isn't off because of a low battery—Lucy charges it every night and I know for a fact she had plugged it in last night.

Due to it nearing 11am it was nearly impossible finding a good place on the street to parallel-park. Having quite a distance to walk until I reach the café I look around on both sides of the street for Lucy's car to see if she could still be here. Once I was only a few stores away from the café do I spot Lucy's car. Relief washes over me as I realize she is still here. Walking into the café I feel a little more at ease knowing Lucy has to be in here somewhere. Although as I look around the quant space my eyes don't find my beautiful brunette wife.

As a last resort I walk over to the side of the counter to talk to Mary, the store owner, who both Lucy and I have become relatively familiar with.

"Hey Mary, do you by a chance know if Lucy is still here?"

Mary puts the lid back over the muffins she had just put out and looks up at me with a confused look.

"I haven't seen Lucy this morning; she hasn't been in here."

I furrow my eyebrows and look at her with my own look of confusion. "She came in here about 8:30 or so maybe 9 at the latest."

Marry shakes her head no. "I've been here since 5:30 this morning and I am one-hundred percent positive Lucy hasn't been in here today. I'm sorry Ian."

"But her car is outside…" I mutter to myself.

Dragging a tired hand down my face I order a large coffee to go. I walk back outside to lean against Lucy's car and look around for her while wracking my brain on where she could be and why her phone would be turned off. There are a few shops around here that I know Lucy enjoys to shop at however I know she wouldn't have gone shopping knowing how little time we have today before the movie premiere.

Repetitively I check my phone for the time as well as any messages only to come up with nothing every single time. I've called Scotty and he says he hasn't heard anything either. God, what could have happened? Where is she because this isn't like Lucy at all?

Before long it was already noon and I have no other option than to head back home and start getting ready much to my dismay because we are supposed to be leaving the house in two hours to head to the premiere event. I've called everyone I could think of and not a one of them have heard from Luce. While I wanted to believe she was just doing some last minute shopping and managed to slip through my constant gaze over all the stores, I had this awful feeling in my gut that it was much more than that.

Luc, where are you? I murmur to myself coming up with no other ideas as to what she could be doing.

Anxiously I pace the open area of my living room driving myself absolutely senseless. It was already 2:30 and still no Lucy. We were running late and I still couldn't get ahold of her. I had called the police over an hour ago and they said they couldn't do too much since it has only been a rough 5, nearing 6, hours since she has been 'missing' as they said. They were going to look into it but the officer I spoke with wasn't that great of help. Several of our mutual friends went down to the area of the Café to walk around also to check in the stores and whatnot to see if any of the places she usually shops at may have seen her or something. I know it's a long shot but with how famous Lucy has become especially over these last couple years the more popular her music grew everyone knew who Lucy was just by glancing at her. Meanwhile I was forcing myself to stay put at the house in case she comes home when she comes home.

Scotty was still here at the house waiting with me for Lucy. He was playing with Jack since Jack has grown highly fond of Scotty over the years.

As each minute ticks on I become all the more insane. Where could she possibly be? Wracking my brain with every possible solution I was not coming up with anything plausible—that was positive that is. I jump when I hear my phone ding in my hand signifying I have a new message. Unlocking my iPhone I see I have a new email from Lucy's email account. When I open the email my entire body freezes and my heart shatters.

'Missing Something?' The message read. Below the two terrifying words was a picture of my wife with duct tape over her mouth, it appears her arms are bound behind her back as well. Her eyes were closed and she looks as if she is in a peaceful sleep though I know differently.

"Scotty!" I yell loudly. "Call the police now!"

"My baby," I whisper brokenly staring at the picture.

Okayyyy so like I said please don't kill me! I am anxious to read and hear about all of your responses to the ending!