Kidnapped by the hot beast

"Okay ready?"

I nodded.

"One, Two , Three. Now!"

Ian removed his hands from my eyes. I slowly opened them and the splendid view in front of me amazed me to awe.

"Wow!", I breathed out.

"You like it?"

And I found myself nodding. Even if I deny liking it, the sparkles of my eyes would tell the elseway.

It was already evening and Ian took me to a seaside hotel where a beautiful site was decorated skillfuly. The roses scattered around, the colourful lights sparkling and in the middle two comfy chairs placed with a small dining table in the middle of a heart.

In short, it was a place where any girl would dream to be with her prince charming.

But it wasn't the case with me.

For the person with me wasn't my prince charming but my kidnapper.

He pecked my cheek and led me to the chairs holding my hands.

I could feel it.

He was slowly nearing me.

And the worst part, I was confused whether should I stop him or not for I didn't want to get to his bad sides. He wouldn't take my rejection lightly.

While we were sitting in the isolation, Ian took his time staring at me while I stared at my twisting fingers over my lap.

I needed a distraction.

Because the way he looks at me is just scary.