I Let a Psycho Kidnap Me
I'm the textbook definition of low energy.
Even today, when I catch my fiance, Seth Dane, pinning his side chick down and making out with her in the car, my first reaction is to admire his stamina.
To me, cheating just sounds exhausting.
I casually snap a photo as evidence, then turn to leave. That's when I find myself making eye contact with a tall guy behind me. He's clearly about to throw a sack over my head.
I'm still trying to figure out the most low-effort way to scream for help when he takes off his baseball cap, revealing a stupidly handsome face.
"Cami, I fell madly in love with you the second I saw you. If you agree to let me lock you up, I'll help you get back at that scumbag