Kidnapped

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Samantha 4 months later " Sammy, wait up for me!" My best friend Mark shouts as he runs to try and catch up with me. I maintain a fast pace, not waiting, even though Mark has asked me to. The professor would kill me and Mark if we went in late. Only a few minutes are left, and I am trying to move my long feet as fast as possible. " Just shut up and ran, you know what Professor Bernard is like he will murder us!" Like literally murder the hell out of us. Mark has been my best friend for a long time now, since I first came to this university, and we have been very close ever since he saved me from some guys who wanted to bully me. Well, that was before everyone knew I was rich. I have made them think my brother is the one who is rich. What they don't know is that this is actually my money, just that my brother and I are in this powerful business partnership. Mark finally manages to catch up to me. He is panting heavily. " Girl, you can run. " He put his hand over what I could assume is his fast-beating heart. " I already told you, I don't want to die here. I am only 23. I still have a full life to live." I rush out as I continue to rush through the hallways with Mark on my tail. We finally reach the door, and we both stop to catch our breaths. Mark bends down and has his hands over his knees as he continues to breathe in and out hard. " I think I am going to pass out. " He moans. Through the excessive breathing, I manage to let out a snort. " You are such a baby we only ran a short distance. " I reply to him with amusement on my face. He rolls his perfect green eyes then pouts his thick pink lips. I gave him the go-ahead, and he pushes the classroom door wide open. I let out a sigh of relief when I see that Professor Bernard is waiting for everyone to get settled. We are safe from his wrath at least. He abruptly jerks his head in our direction, and I pass him a guilty smile as I take my seat in the front row. The class commences and the whole time I keep thinking about these two men I once dreamt about, the whole time the dream makes me shiver. They were so alike yet different in every way, in the dream they had similar features, and they seemed dark and dangerous yet for some reason, I was curious to know who these mystery men were and why I kept dreaming about them. It just didn’t make sense, like it was a warning to stay very far away from them if I ever met them. Though I have a dangerous feeling that I have seen them before, something about them seemed familiar but dangerous. Before I know it the class is done. I am packing up my notepad in my sling bag when Mark comes to disturb my peace and thoughts. He put his hands around me, "I missed you, Sammy." He pouts and whines like a little kid. I roll my eyes, a habit of mine that I can’t get rid of besides nail-biting. " But we have barely spent an hour apart. It's not my fault you chose to seat far away from me. " I reply I sling the bag over my shoulder and begin to walk out of the lecture hall with Mark beside me. Mark is a very handsome human, and very social almost everyone in school knows who he is. I walk slowly back to my room as all my classes are done for the day. Marks 6'3 height towers over my 5'9. I am quite tall for a lady and I love my height, yet for some reason, Mark always seemed to find a way to tease me about it. " Where to without me?" Celine my other best friend joins us. We are quite a bunch when we all met up together. I had a hard time making friends when I first came to oxford until I met Mark who is the social type and soon enough he introduced me to his bunch of friends. I managed to fit right in. " I am going to the room, I don't know about Mark. " I answer. " Rude much, I am accompanying you to your room remember? " I pretend to think about it, then shake my head my long wild curly brown hair bouncing on my shoulders. " Nope, I don't remember. " Mark glares at me and shakes his head in return making his straight blond locks fall on his forehead. He looks so boyish and cute at that moment. He is hot, that was for sure, no wonder almost every girl goes crazy when they see him. I can’t lie, I have a mini crush on him, and we once almost kissed. " Mark you are such a lair!" Celine shoves Mark's shoulders. I can’t help but laugh. " Ouch Celine" Mark massages his shoulder. She smirks at him and I smiled in return. They always did this shove each other around. " Anyway, I have somewhere to run to. " Celine says. " Where to exactly?" I ask her. She smirked, " Somewhere, since some of you here don't have any action in your lives just cobwebs growing down there. " " Ouch! " Mark yells as he laughs at me. I raise my middle finger at Celine, and she only smirks in return before she walks away. Mark continues to laugh at me the whole way back which is more than annoying. I just want to slap him so hard till he is quiet. " Maybe you should let me clean out those..." I put my hand over his mouth to stop him from completing his damn sentence. He attempts to talk with my hands on his lips, but it came out as a jumbled mess that only made me chuckle. We reach my room and I throw the bag on top of the bed. Mark is finally quiet as he watches me walk around the room. Trying to get some change of clothes. It is a Friday and one thing we need to do was to go out clubbing. " Close those damn eyes," I tell him as I began to undress. " Jeez, they will be closed. " He turns around and faces elsewhere. Despite being a jerk most time, he knew how to respect women. I don't know how, but it did fit so well. I grabbed a simple red tight short dress that I paired up with some pumps and a jumper on top. A weird choice, I know. " You can look now!" I waited for him to turn and when he does, he assesses me. "Lose the jumper. " Is his only statement. " But I don't want to. " I whine. " Nope, you need to show off your beautiful caramel skin and those sexy curves you got, girl. " He hypes me up. I roll my eyes, typical of Mark to say but anyway. Like he said, I lose the jumper and we are ready to go. It was weird at first when my friends learned that I had a luxury all to myself. I had to do all these explanations of how it was brother who arranged it all. It’s easier for me when everyone knows that it is my brother who is loaded and not me. My brother Ethan is the face of this shady business that we have going on. By the time we leave the place, it is dark outside. We take my car which happens to be a Rolls-Royce convertible well courtesy of my brother. He called it a gift to me, after we were able to smuggles some merchandise from this huge company. We don’t even know who owns the damn company, as they love to keep themselves anonymous. With my special skill set, it was all just a piece of cake. We reach the club, and it is already buzzing, giving me the hype that I need. It isn’t a bother to get in as the door bouncer already knows my brother. We got in, and I already have this feeling that tonight is going to be memorable. I rush to take some shots to get myself in the mood. Mark too takes some as he stays by my side while we wait for everyone else to come. For some strange reason, I can feel some eyes watching me and when I look around I don’t see anyone at all. How strange. " You know, you have never really told me about your bother. I only know his name, but what does he do? Doesn't it surprise you how he has so much money? He easily spoils you, and every club owner lets you in as soon as you mention his name? " Mark asks me. He sounds worried rather, but this isn’t the place to ask such questions. " I told you I don't know. We ain't as close as you think we are, Mark. Now drink up and loosen up." I pass him another shot that he takes. Soon enough, the rest of the bunch joins us, and it is getting even more fun. It is going to be one hell of a night. I take some more shots, enough to get me dancing. Stephan, one of my friends from the friend group, joins me in taking more shots while Mark leaves to dance with the others. " I missed you, Sam. " He shouts close to my ear over the buzzing music. " I missed you too!" I reply. He smirks. " Great, let's get this party started." We take our last shots, the bitter taste burning the back of my throat. And at that point, I can’t see properly. Things began to get foggy, and that was exactly what I want. I know I am safe with my friends around. I go to the dance floor and begin to move my body according to the beat. I miss most of the steps and laugh out at how crazy that is. Through the dances, I feel the touch of strong arms around my waist and a hard body behind me as he guides me to dance with him. I move my hips, as I grind my ass on his front, his hands continue to roam my body and one grabs the inside of my thigh. Mark seems to have taken things down a notch today. I am at the moment and I enjoy his touch on my body. My body sways along his as he controlled the pace. He groans, " as much as I want to do more of this. I am sorry, but I have to take you with me, princess. Your brother has something I need." My foggy mind took time to register what he means, and this isn’t Mark. That’s when I realize that I was dancing with the wrong man, and It's too late, he has already put a cloth over my mouth that has my eyes closing instantly.
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