Don’t Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

"Bella Lewis, at this same place, I lost you 4 years back. This room was decorated in the same manner that day. I wanted to make you mine forever, but I lost you. I thought I would never see you again, but destiny brings us back. This time, I can't afford to lose you, babe. I wanna to resume our story from where it ended that day. I want you to be there with me through thick and thin. I promise I'll do all the household chores if you want me to. I'll give you all my attention for the rest of our lives. I'll love you to infinity. I'm never gonna leave your side. So, will you be mine forever. I'm ready to be your slave mistress."

Total fail. “Dammit! Too short!” Curse my defective DNA! I can’t see! Where did they go?! Is she putting her hands in Mick’s pants while I hang out with the stink-ass toilet seat? “Help me!” I yell. “Someone open the door! I’m locked in this shit hole!” No one can hear my cries for rescue over the sound of the music and happy crowd.

"Well, then , you can come and visit me in Australia" The plane fair is expensive. "Then let's just videocall" Melo laughed and pinch me on the cheeks. "How can I ever pursue you woman. You already turn me down so many times. Can't you just choose me once?" "Sorry sire, but no can do ". We looked around and saw that all of them are smiling at us . Melo and I blushed. We totally forgot that we have companies. I elbowed Melo and walked out. "Yeee" They all applauded when Melo followed me. I just ignore them and enter the house.

I fiddle with the lock and try it again, but it won’t budge. “Please unlock the door! My mate needs me. Something’s wrong with him.” I look around the room and call out to the apartment. My voice catches in my throat when I think about how serious the situation could be. When I speak again, my voice wavers. “I can’t lose him again. N-not in this lifetime. Not ever. I-I have to help him. Please let me out. I know you probably think you’re protecting me, but I need to be out there.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. What do I do? How do I stop this? I open my phone and see another message from Geoffrey. “We need to meet up. You can’t ignore me forever.”

Turning to face her, I caught sight of her slight smile and nod of approval, signaling our shared success in overcoming the door's resistance. As I attempted to open the door to allow Ava back into her room, a realization struck me with a sudden pang of shock. The door, once unyielding, now remained steadfastly locked, barring access to the room beyond. "It's completely shut!" I exclaimed, my disbelief palpable as I turned to Ava, shock coloring my expression. "I'm sorry I unintentionally locked you out," I apologized, meeting her gaze with concern.

My security personnel came in and escorted him out. As he was being escorted out, Peter looked me in the face and called me a backstabber. He said he didn't ever want to see me again. I tried reaching him to know what I had done wrong but Peter kept to his word. He wouldn't see or speak to me. He blocked my calls and messages. In a short period, I had lost a woman I was madly in love with and my best friend.

The scary part? I'm actually letting my guard down when it comes to Liam. Like… there were a hundred locks on my body. And somehow, that idiot—without permission—has managed to magically unlock at least eighty of them. Just like that. No warning. No keys. I tried pinching the side of my thigh earlier—hoping it would shake me out of it. But no. My body’s a traitor. It’s not listening to me anymore. Do I even own it at this point?

My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. I kicked the door hard enough to make it tremble. My breath came in ragged bursts. “I swear to God, when I get out, I’m going to deal with every single person who kept me in this room! Do you hear me? EVERY. SINGLE. ONE!” Silence answered. As it had for three days. I grabbed the handle, shook it violently. The lock held. Of course it did. This was a palace. Security was probably laughing at my futile attempts.

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.