Ari's message stirred up complicated feelings in me once more. When it comes to her, I'm still a complete coward. And I'm earnest about admitting it now: if it's Ari, I'll always try to run away from what I've been conditioned to do. I'll unceasingly be challenged with intense emotions because she has the power to evoke the worst and best in me, even if she doesn't really seem to recognize it. And reading the message, a part of me is hoping for something else. Her? Who the fuck is this "her" she's referring to? Is it rational to assume we're talking about Chloe? My heart is pounding faster than it would otherwise be at this moment, and my mind can't get away from the fact that Ari is still bothered by Chloe. I'm strongly contemplating responding to her text. What else would I say, though? Will I still persuade her to maintain her distance from Matt after knowing how angry she is? Will I warn her about Matt's mob connections instead? But I do have my own connections as well. Will I ul
"Are you still not going home, Ari? Will you still be waiting for your prince charming again?" Mia inquired as she stood in the doorway, ready to leave. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes. I'm just waiting for Matt's text to see if he's on his way already." I replied, smiling back at her. "All right, then, I'll go ahead. Take care, darling." She said as she smiled and waved goodbye at me, then walked out the door. I'm working for Mia right now. She owns this start-up design company, and I've been working here at my new job for roughly a month now. My work here is way different than the work I had with Elliot's company. Here, everything is just simple, and the designs I created were largely for tiny residential units only. But, since I made that decision, everything in my life has gone right. This is not the work I dreamed of, nor the career that I really would have embarked on, but I'm not regretting anything because my relationship with Matt and our peace of mind away from Elliot
"Where to?" The driver asked as soon as I was inside the cab. I replied, "Madison Avenue." I took out my phone and texted Matt again that I was in the cab already and on my way home. I don't know what the hell is happening that Matt isn't responding to any of my texts, which is so unlike him. "Are you all right?" The driver inquired, his gaze drawn to me in the rearview mirror. I'm not sure what he saw in me that prompted him to ask that question. Is my dread apparent on my face? Should I inform him of the two guys who seem to be following me? If I do, will he perceive me the same way Elliot did, as someone who makes assumptions and false claims? Shit, Ari, why does Elliot have to be a part of this? He is nowhere here and should be nowhere in my mind. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said, trying to act calmly while putting my phone back in my bag. I leaned back and closed my eyes to send a message to the driver that I didn't want to have a conversation with him. Deep inside, I am also attempt
With my heart beating and adrenaline pumping, I endeavored to be as inconspicuous as possible when conversing with Elliot. In spite of the fear I am feeling, I need to hold on to that little hope that I have. I need assurance that Elliot will come to my aid. I need him to promise me that, despite him having a girlfriend, he will come to my rescue. I'm clinging to his previous statements that if he has to choose, he'll choose me over everyone else, no matter what. Yes, I am selfish and self-centered, but I have no choice but to be selfish at this moment in order to survive and thrive unscathed. I'm not sure why I'm here or what they're about to do to me, and I'm not interested in finding out. All I wanted was to be rescued, freed, and able to return to my home. Away from this perplexing and terrifying situation that is slowly killing me. "Elliot, I'm terrified. Please help me. Please get me out of here alive." I don't want to, but I simply cannot stop the panic and the dread that's co
I beg Elliot to stay on the line with me; I can't do this without him. I absolutely must feel his presence here with me. "Please don't hang up, Elliot. Stay on the line with me. I need to be able to hear your voice to assure me that you'll come and get me. I need to feel you here with me to know that I am safe." "Listen, Ari, put the phone down so the kidnappers aren't notified. They'll most likely check on you in a few minutes. Keep your phone on silent mode. Sweetheart, I'll save you. Will you believe me this time? Even though I know how hard it is for you to believe anything that I say, just this once, I am begging you to trust me, Ariella. Trust me enough to know that I will save you." As my tears fall down my cheeks, he concludes the call with, "I'm coming to get you out of there. Whatever it takes, I will save you, hon, even if it costs me my life." With my heart beating a million miles per second, I walk up and press my ear against the door, hoping to capture anything the men
When I heard a commotion outside the bedroom, I was jolted awake. I scanned my surroundings and realized that I was still in the same locked bedroom. Fear immediately emanates from me, knowing that I am still in a dreaded place. I'm not sure how much longer I've been asleep. Despite my circumstances, I do not really even know how I ended up falling asleep. The more I hear the voices shouting outside, the more I become frightened and terrified. I was about to get off the bed to try to check if I could somewhat understand the shouting that is happening outside when several shots being fired can be overheard before I can move. And I have frozen with fear again. I was having a difficult time breathing because my heart was thumping so furiously and fiercely that I had to clutch my chest to help me stabilize my breathing. Is Elliot already here? Is he with someone? Is he here already to rescue me? What's the connection with the shots being fired? Is he perfectly alright? My thoughts are pl
"Elliot," I can't help but whimper once more. I have a lot on my mind but can't say anything about everything at this time. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm mortified by what I said to Elliot previously. "Did any of them touch you, Ari? Are you hurt?" He asked as he tenderly pulled me up and guided me over to the bed. All I can do is just shake my head when he inquired. "Please talk to me, baby. I need to know if you're completely fine. Ari, I'm here; you don't have to be frightened any longer. I promised you that I would protect and save you. I'm sure you are well aware now that I won't let anything harmful happen to you." I wept on his chest because I could not really face him. "El, Elliot, I'm sorry." I have quite a lot of things I would really like to ask him for forgiveness for, but I'm not sure where to begin. I know my words will never be enough for the pain I have inflicted on him. "Let’s not talk about that right now, Ari. You need to rest. Come on, it's better that I bring you
When I regained consciousness after the sleep I didn't realize I had been engulfed in, the surroundings were laden with a strong masculine fragrance. And in the midst of all of this, I feel that I am safe. When I opened my eyes, I looked at both sides and realized I was lying on a king-sized bed in a different room. A room that I feel so strongly connected with. I closed my eyes once more, trying to recall what had happened and where Matt was in all of this. Elliot has already rescued me, so I know I'm safe. And this room does not give me the same chills as the one I was in before it. This room feels like Elliot's, so comforting despite the very manly appearance. Thinking about Elliot made my mind a jumbled mess. The last thing I remember was wanting to start a conversation with him, but he stopped me and urged me to relax. The next thing I knew, I was overwhelmed with exhaustion and weariness. I can't help but wonder if Matt is worrying about me as I lie in bed with my eyes closed.