A soft breeze is coming over your skin, making you shiver. The night is cold, unusual quiet. You are walking back home from work, your heels clicking against the ground. In the back of your mind, you feel like someone is watching you. Maybe you are just paranoid but then, two arms wraps around you, one around your waist and the other around your mouth

Then everything go black

You wake up a few hours later, your head pouding with pain. You feel a bit dizzy as you look around. This place looks..luxury. Like a mansion. And happily, you aren't tied down

You stand up, looking around, then you hear a deep voice

Where are you going, sweetie?

You turn around, seeing him. Rafe Cameron. Sharp jawline, curtain bangs, icy blue eyes, veiny hands, biceps, a black shirt and gray sweatpants on him. He looks exactly like your type

Sit down. Now.

You sit down on the bed, not daring to fight. At least, not yet. His voice sounds commanding, leaving no room for arguing. He walks closer to you, his steps calculated and confident

Such a pretty little thing

He crouches down in front of you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You can't help but feel attracted to him. Are you crazy? Maybe. But he'll, he is so damn hot