Kidnapped & In Love

Chapter 4

Melissa’s POV

Days keep passing and I don’t see any hope of leaving this place. It’s a beautiful place and feels like I am on a vacation.

A forced vacation.

Not sure how many days have passed since I got kidnapped, I have lost truck of the days, but I am sure it’s been a week since I woke up. Ms. Stella came back two days ago. I was so happy to see her. She said her son fell ill and she needed to visit him. She also told me it was just a fever and he was doing better when she left.

I haven’t seen a single phone or any communication device since I started moving around the house. Not even television. The only thing I have seen or heard are walkie talkies which all the guards own. Tough lucky finding a way of communicating to the outside world.

The mansion has guards surrounding the premises, a dozen or so many. Whenever I take a walk around the house or garden I have one or two tailing me. Not sure what they think I will do but I need to find a way to leave this place. My only hope is to lure Dimitry into helping me out, but he also likes the idea of having me here so that’s impossible.

The weather had changed so drastically, it was suddenly very hot and all I wanted was to go for a swim. Ms. Stella brought me more clothes, which I am sure Dimitry asked her to do so because if he brought them himself I would say no.

Despite everything I still love the clothes. Most of them are dresses, a few jeans, and shorts. A few slippers and canvas. Today I decided to wear a pair of black cut out demine shorts with a white t-shirt that practically showers off the black bra underneath. Ms. Stella brought my breakfast to my room which I had out on the balcony.

Dimitry wanted us to have breakfast together and I told Ms. Stella I wanted to be on my own. I had started reading the fourth book of the bully series. All the books were so interesting, each book was linked to the other telling the stories of Leon and Sophia’s friends.

I heard a knock and yelled ‘come in’ from the balcony. Dimitry walked in with his hands tucked in his pockets, black shorts, a baby blue t-shirt and black slippers.

“Hey, what are you up too?” he asks while leaning on the sliding door.

“Reading a book” I wave the book in his direction.

“Wanna take a walk in the garden?” he asks

“Nope” I pop the p

“Why not?” he asks

“Because it’s so hot and I don’t want to get a tan” I focus on my book.

“You could use san screen” he says, I ignore him then he walks out on the balcony and takes the empty binbag opposite mine. “Okay, can I just sit here with you then?” he asks but I wonder why his asking when his already decided to sit down.

“Well you’re technically already seated there” I say with a bit of sarcasm

He chuckles which gets my attention. “What?”

“It’s amazing how you want to hide behind that book instead of us getting to know each other” he says which makes me want to roll my eyes but I decide not too. “Who knows maybe I am your only chance of getting out of this place” that gets my attention.

“I don’t think you’re capable of helping me escape” I say

“and what makes you think so?” he asks

“Well” I shut the book closed and sit up leaning closer to him “Because you’re taking orders and your boss won’t let me leave this place”

Then he just bursts out laughing. I lean back into the binbag and stare at him. Dimitry has an amazing smile and laugh. I wish I can make him laugh all day every day. He stands up and straightens himself.

“I am going down for a swim, feel free to come down” he says then walks out of the room. A swim isn’t a bad idea, it would actually help me cool off.

Ms. Stella brought me some swimsuits when she brought me clothes, I pick out one. A black two-piece bikini. I bet I will look hot in this.

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Dimitry’s POV

Melissa is a smart and amazing girl. I honestly like her more than I have ever liked any girl. The past days have been okay. She’s asked or talked about leaving less as the days go by. She’s more cooperative, I have all my meals with her and force her to take walks in the gardens with me.

I noticed she loves flowers and so I asked one of the gardeners to pick a fresh bouquet of flowers every morning which are placed in her room by the maids while we have our breakfast.

She’s slowly getting comfortable and adjusting to being here. I don’t want her to get comfortable being here because I know she’s not happy here and wants to find a way of leaving. I could help her escape, her future is in my hands. Dad no longer wants anything to do with Melissa and said I could do whatever I want so long as it doesn’t implicate him.

How would he not want to be implicated when the reason we are in this mess is because of him. I like Melissa and I think I want her to stick around. Making her fall in love with me might be a challenge, she acts all tough and uninterested.

I went to her room and found her reading a book. She never came down to have breakfast with me today. She wasn’t in the mood and requested to have her breakfast on her own in her room.

It’s so hot and I could really use a swim. Not sure if Melissa will agree to join me or not but either way I am still going if she wishes to join me she will.

“Is the water cool” I hear Melissa ask while I am in the pool.

“only one way to know” I gesture for her to come in.

She takes her rubber slippers off the takes the white towel off placing it on the beige pool lounge chair.

Damn!!!!!

I feel my d**k twitch, thank goodness my body is submerged under water. The black bikini fits perfectly on her body. I can’t help but stare at her body.

Her legs are long and flawless I can already imagine them tightly wrapped around my body. Her hips nice and wide, a small waist with a nice flat tummy and a sunken belly button. Her boobs nicely hidden behind the bikini. Her whole body is magnificent.

fuck it hates to only watch her and not have my hands all over her.

“Do you wanna dive in?” I ask,

“No, I would rather just slip in” she says then dips the tip of her foot into the pool.

Soon she slips her entire body in and then comes up halfway exposing her now hard n*****s that are very visible through her bikini.

fuck.

I want her in my arms right away.

“The water feels amazing” she says.

“I told you”

Then she swims towards the deep end. The pool is about 20 meters long and 10 meters wide with a depth of 6 feet.

I don’t know how long we stay in the pool swimming back and forth when Stella asked if she could bring our lunch by the pool side. The maids set up a table and serve our lunch. Stella returns with a white rob for Melissa which she quickly slips on.

“Thank you, I needed that” Melissa says to Stella.

“You’re welcome my dear” Stella smiles at Melissa who then joins me at the table.

I wish she didn’t though, that way I could still admire her glorious body.

“Hmmmm, I love stir fry chicken” says Melissa.

“Really?”

“Yep” she smiles.

We have stir fry chicken with vegetables, Greek salad, baked potatoes wedges, mushroom soup, and garlic bread with a decanter of fresh juice. We both dish out whatever we both want to eat and dig in.

“Oh my, I need to meet the chef and thank him or her for this delicious food.” She says. I don’t think she knows she’s making me horny with every moan that slips her lips as she eats her food.

“I bet that’s a small issue” I say, and she smiles

“I would like to ask for a few recipes and hopefully try them out some day” she says

“Can you cook?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“I try my best” she says then puts some food in her mouth

“I would like to taste your cooking” I whisper to myself

“If the chef is generous to share their kitchen with me then I may cook you something” so she heard what I said.

“What’s your best dish?”

“I make a killer pasta dish and Shepard’s pie” she says, “Can you cook?”

“Mm not really, I didn’t get a chance to learn so much before my mother passed away”

“I am sorry for your loss” she says looking me straight in the eye

“No worries it was many years ago” I shake the memories off

“And your father?” she asks,

“His somewhere in the world, his rarely present. I haven’t seen much of him since my mother died ten years ago”

“My stay here is uncertain” I catch the hint of sadness in her voice “but I think I could teach you a few things” she suggests

“Can we start with that killer pasta?” I ask and she manages to laugh.

“Sure thing”

We went on with our lunch and relaxed a bit by the pool side. Melissa went up to her room after a while. She said she wanted to continue reading her book which had finally reach it’s climax. I equally left the pool side and went down to the gym, I haven’t lifted weights in the past two days.

After working out for over an hour I went up to my room to take a shower.

A cold shower.

The temperature has drastically changed in the past days. A few days ago, it was nice and cool and now it’s so hot I must sleep with the air conditioner on every night.

I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. Just as I step into my room I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in” I say, and the door opens.

Melissa steps in with grey Nike shorts, a white vest with no bra on and house slippers on her feet.

“Oh” her cheeks immediately turn pink “Why didn’t you tell me you were dressing” she looks at the floor while fidgeting with her fingers.

I walk towards her leaving only a few inches between us.

“What are you doing? You’re naked” she says and covers her face with her hands.

“I am not naked, I have a towel on”

“That’s still considered being naked. Please dress up” she says. I remove her hands from her face.

“Look I am dressed” I gesture towards the towel wrapped around my waist. Her cheeks turn pinker and I can feel her getting uncomfortable.

Is she turned on?

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Melissa’s POV

The afternoon was great. It was hot and Dimitry managed to convince me to go for a swim. I was abit uncomfortable in the bikini and I noticed him staring. I wondered if I turned him on or not.

The chef did his or her thing again and prepared a delicious meal. Everything was properly cooked. I few moans escaped my lips during lunch and Dimitry noticed and laughed. During lunch he told me abit about himself. I felt bad he lost his mother when he was young, I wonder if losing his mother and having an absent father was the reason why he was working for Mr Giovani my kidnapper.

I suggested teaching him how to cook because cooking should be a life skill.

I think.

After lunch we hang out by the pool for a while until I went up to my room and took a cold shower. The heat was too much, it was never this hot back home. I went back out to the balcony and continued reading my book after my shower.

It’s only until the sun sets and darkness surrounds me when I realize I promised Dimitry we would cook our own dinner tonight. I slip on the slippers and put the book away on my nightstand then walk out of my room.

I wonder the main corridor trying to figure out which one is his room. He never actually did tell me if his room was upstairs or downstairs. I knock on a door and lucky me I hear him say ‘come in’. I push the door inwards and walk in.

I stop on my tracks when I realize his from taking a shower and only in a towel which hangs around his hips.

“Oh” holy s**t.

Shit

Shit

Shit his smoking hot.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dressing” I immediately look at the floor and not his face. I bet my cheeks are pink. God I need to focus on something, I fidget with my fingers.

I sense him walk towards me which makes me even more uncomfortable.

“What are you doing? You’re naked” I cover my face with my hands like a little kid.

How mature Melissa.

“I am not naked, I have a towel on” he says.

My eyes are closed but I can’t wipe the image of his bare chest out of my mind. Earlier I tried my best not to look at him while in the pool and during lunch now here we are again.

“That’s still considered being naked. Please dress up” I ask. Then I feel him remove my hands from my face.

Then that electric shock is back, and I jolt back.

“Look I am dressed” he gestures towards the towel wrapped around his waist.

Damn his hot,

Very HOT!!!!!!!.

“Ahm…..ahhh” s**t Melissa, can you not embarrass yourself right now?

“Cat caught your tongue?” he teases, and I snap out of it.

I step back and crosse my arms on my chest, “If you plan on eating tonight dress up and meet me in the kitchen” I say and immediately walk out of his room and head for the kitchen downstairs.

I can’t seem to find what I need in this huge kitchen.

“How on earth can someone find anything in here” I talk to myself while looking through drawers and cabinets

“All you need is ask” I hear Dimitry’s voice and hit my head as I straighten up on an open cabinet I left open.

“Ouch!!!!” I rub my head

“Oh, my goodness don’t loose your head while on my watch” he says and moves closer.

I hold my hand out before he comes any closer, “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t startled me”

“I’m sorry” he says. “What were you looking for?”

“A chopping board and small bowls” I respond.

“Let me get those for you, what kind of bowls do you need?” he asks

“I need them for the chopped onions and peppers I am about to cut.”

“Okay” he says then goes round the counter into another room connected to the kitchen. Could this place get any bigger?

I return to the stove that’s already hot with a pot of mince. I check on the mince which is coming up well. I grab another pot from the pots hanging above the counter next to the stove. I already have a pack of spaghetti next to the stove. I turn another plate on, pour boiling water into the empty pot, I add abit of oil and salt then finally the spaghetti.

Dimitry returns with three small bowls and a chopping board. He places them on the counter behind me. “What can I help with?” he asks.

I open the fridge and grab assorted peppers and tomato puree. “I need these peppers chopped”

“anything else?” he asks

“Ahhhh can you chop onion without crying?” I ask

“I think so” he says, and I giggle

“Okay then you can chop one large onion for me when you think you can, but I will need it before the peppers” I smile.

“What are you cooking?” he asks while chopping the onion

“Spaghetti Bolognese” I respond

“Yummy, can’t wait to………….shit!!!” I hear him scream. I turn and find him holding his finger and blood oozing out. I go round the counter and hold his finger bringing it close to my mouth then stop.

Wow Melissa you cannot suck his blood, you don’t know him. His not Luca. My inner voice speaks to me.

“Sorry” I say then pull him towards the sink. I open the running water and move his hand towards it.

“Press it down and keep it there” I instruct him the grab a bowl and put half a teaspoon of salt, hot water then cold water.

“This may hurt a little, but it will help” I say then put his finger in the bowl. He makes a face but no sound. I bet it hurts. “I will be right back” I tell him then exit the kitchen.

I rush upstairs to my room. I noticed a small first aid box in there, I grab it and rush back downstairs. Dimitry still has his finger in the bowl. I dry it was gauze then apply some Vaseline before covering it up with a plaster.

“Thank you” he says in a gentle voice. I look up at him because I am so hort. His staring straight down at me into my eyes. I stare back into his eyes.

His beautiful grey eyes.

“It’s nothing” I say, not breaking the connection.

“Ahm…. you just sit by the stool then I will finish up”

“okay but I really wanted to help”

“Next time” I give him a small smile.

I return to the stove and check on both pots. The mince is almost ready. I quickly get another onion which I chop very quickly without cutting myself like Dimitry then chop the peppers.

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“uhm this smells so good I can’t wait to dig in” he said. I finished cooking the meal on my own since he cut his finger. I dished out two serving in two bowls placing them on the counter with folks. I placed one in front of Dimitry and the other opposite him.

“I like mine with hot sauce, do you want some?” I ask as I grab the hot sauce from the fridge.

“No thanks, I want to take this as it is.” He says with a huge smile on his face.

“Okay” I giggle “Enjoy”

“Oh, I definitely plan too.”

“That’s good” I smile as I add hot sauce to my food.

Dimitry gets up from his seat and walks out of the kitchen, he returns with two glasses of wine in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other hand.

“Who’s the second glass for?” I asked bewiled

“You of course”

“Oh no I don’t take alcohol” I say

He c****d his head, “Aren’t you 18?”

“I am and that doesn’t mean I drink” I shake my head at him

“One glass” he says and pours the wine in both glasses

“No, I can’t”

“Oh yes you will” he pushes one towards me.

Okay just one glass Melissa, one glass won’t make you drunk. I try to convince myself.

Well we didn’t end at one glass.

Dimitry and I had our meal and he kept complimenting my food. He wanted me to cook even tomorrow saying he had faith in me to cook more delicious meals like this one. Dimitry kept servicing me more wine. After our meal he said he would tidy up, I couldn’t let him because his finger was hurt but he said he would put everything away and leave the dirty dishes in the sink. I did the cooking and he wasn’t gonna let me clean up.

We both sat on the kitchen floor with our glasses and then half bottle of wine. Engaging me in a story while refiling my glass. We sat there until we emptied the bottle.

“Oh my god, we finished the wine” I giggled. I was feeling awesome but weird at the same time.

“Yes, we did” he raises the empty bottle and stare at it.

“It was a good wine, wasn’t it?” he asks, and I nod my head agreeing with him “Should I open another?”

“Nooooo, I think I had enough” I smile widely.

“If you say so” he says then leans his head on mine. Our eyes stare deep into the other.

Oh no, there’s that connection again. I need to get away from him immediately before my body betrays me. I move away and try to get up and but stumble back on the floor.

“Let me help you” he says. He gets up okay the holds out his hand for me. I take it and push myself off the floor.

“Oh no” I hold my forehead

“What’s wrong?” he asks with concern

“The ground is spinning” I smile then his hands wrap around my waist and back. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t fall” he smiles.

We stare at each other again.

The connection is back.

Anyone would walk in immediately and feel the heat between us.

Where is everyone I wonder.

I bite my bottom lip and I see his eyes change. A scary but hot look in his eyes. A look for desire.

Get away from him Melissa. My inner voice says,

Shut up and don’t ruin a good moment I tell it.

“If you don’t release that lip I will have to do it myself” he says, his voice husky

I should let go of the lip, but I keep on biting it.

He closes the space between us and smashes his lips on mine.