Thanks for the reviews and being so patient. Here is the next chapter.
Today is when the plan starts. I try to eat breakfast but with my nerves I can only manage a mouthful. I'll be lucky to keep that down. Prescott will be with me the entire day even for bathroom breaks. When we arrive, Sawyer is situated out side my office and several others around the building. Christian wants to over do the security so when it looks like they are leaving the guy will hopefully make his move.
I was surprised who has been stalking me. I only worked with him once with an assignment and didn't really find him attractive. I was always friendly with my fellow students but never did I lead them to believe I wanted more.
I'm thrown into reading manuscripts and meeting prospective authors that I haven't noticed its lunch time. Sawyer brings lunch in and leaves. I sit there and still can't manage to eat anything. I'm worried about what's going to happen that I don't have much of an appetite. Fifty won't be happy if he finds out. I just hope he doesn't.
The rest of the day flys by and I'm glad to be heading home. I manage to beat my husband home and decide to have a soak in the bath. Grace and Carrick will be over soon with the children. They enjoy babysitting the grand kids. As the bath grows cold I reluctantly remove myself. I wrap a bug fluffy towel around me and head into the bedroom. I sit on the edge of our bed and flop back onto the mattress. A full day at work and I'm ready to have a permanent holiday. Perhaps I should hire someone that can handle more day to day tasks. I want to be able to enjoy family life.
A short time later I can feel feather light kisses over my shoulders and neck. I reach out and hook my arms around Christian's neck, pulling him to me. I open my eyes and see him smirking at me.
"Did we have a good day at work?" Christian asks me.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Just after six. Mom and dad arrived half an hour ago and didn't have the heart to wake you. Dinner almost ready, come." Christian tells me while offering his hand to pull me up off the bed.
We venture downstairs and enjoy dinner with the twins and his parents. I have seconds as I'm famished. I am rewarded with a big grin from fifty, little does he know I haven't eaten much today.
The next few days are of similar nature and by the evening I'm eating a mountain of food. I will enjoy when everything becomes normal again. Security has been tapering off to make it look like we believe nothing is going to happen.
As I head to the bathroom, Prescott accompanies me. We enter and she stands guard by the door. I hear the door open again and can only assume its another staff member using the bathroom. The next thing I hear is a grunt and then nothing. I am now wishing I thought about bringing my phone with me. I finish up and slowly exit the stall. I see Prescott slumped near the door and I rush over to help her. Before I even get to check her out, a pair of arms grab me from behind. I struggle and I'm about to scream when a hand is clamped over my mouth with a cloth. I manage to glance at the mirror and see tommy. At least fifty was right in who was after me. I have no idea what he has planned but I hope fifty finds me soon.
We exit the bathroom and there is no one in the hall. I find this strange as there should be security around. I'm dragged to the stairwell and we descend the stairs. I keep struggling in his arms making it as difficult as possible. I find that I'm going to have to take a breath and not knowing what's on the cloth has me worried. I start to feel fuzzy in my head and everything is starting to go black. I try to stay conscious but to no avail.
A short time later I start to wake up to a thumping headache. The room I'm in is cold and damp and I'm restrained to a bed with a gag in my mouth. I know there was security posted to all the exits off the building so I can only assume I'm somewhere in the basement. At least I'm alone at the moment. I start to pull at the restraints to see if there is any give but have no luck. I wonder how long it has been since I was taken. Will my fifty find me?