His Confession

We are now back inside the hotel room. I am still silent and somewhat traumatized of what happened. It was my first time getting kidnaped, and it’s nothing to be proud of or maybe? I mean I wouldn’t get kidnaped if I wasn’t wealthy.

What the hell am I even thinking?

What bothers me the most is the person behind my kidnapping. The kidnapers clearly said that someone paid them to kill me. Wait, it wasn’t just kidnapping! It was a supposedly murder! Someone planned my death, but why? Most importantly, who?

“You should take a rest,” Cameron said. He was about to leave the room but I stopped him. I don’t know what came to my mind but I hugged him from the back.

“Stay here. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Aren’t you crossing the line?” I hugged him tighter and closed my eyes.

“Let me cross the line even just for this night.” We stayed in that position for a couple of minutes until he grabbed my hand and removed my arms from his waist. He turned around and hugged me.

“I’m relieved that nothing b