The Stranger

A black dark tinted van was waiting outside Club Montefalco. She told Mama about the note and she confirmed that it came from Hudson Tower.

Although she was still hesitant, she had a mixed feeling of excitement. She chose a dress that wasn't too revealing because she didn't want to give an expression that she was seducing him.

It was a black halter top fitted dress, above the knee length with a slit on the left side. She paired it with black leather jacket and high boots.

She put on a light make up and let her hair down. It was fifteen minutes before three when she finished preparing.

"I think Nicholas would go for round two when he sees you." Ady and Jean giggled.

"Round two?" She asked without any idea what it meant.

Ady laughed. "You're paid to have sex for one round only. If he asks for one more, he needs to pay extra. Like another five million."

She blushed. "Oh! You mean that!"

Ady shook her head. But in her mind, she was worried about Lia.

"Go. Your carriage has arrived, princess." Ady made a funny remark.

If she was really a princess, her prince charming would be waiting in a castle, not in a hotel. It's too late for her to find a prince so she just kept her thoughts to herself.

Two men in black suits were standing by the black van. If she remembered correctly, Nicholas said he would be the one to pick her up. As she stepped closer to the vehicle, she couldn't stop herself from being nervous.

One of the men opened the door for her and before she took a step inside the van, she glanced at the man on the other side. She noticed a scar across his eye underneath his dark glasses. It looked familiar. She thought to herself.

"Where is Nicholas?" She asked after casually sitting down on the car's seat.

No one answered. And that was when she knew something was off. Her body started trembling when a stab of fear consumed her.

As the van started moving, she then felt that someone was behind her. Fear crawled over her body, prickling her skin. She was about to open the door and jumped out of the vehicle, but it was too late.

Two pairs of large hands grabbed her. The first one held her waist and the other covered her mouth with a white cloth.

She tried to scream and struggle, but the men behind her were too strong. The smell of the chemical used on the cloth was beginning to affect her sanity. She knew she was losing her consciousness, and the more she fought back, the more they held her tight.

'Mom, I'm sorry. I should have stayed with Aunt Molly.'

That was the last thing on her mind before she was knocked off.

"She's unconscious. We'll take her to the hotel." One of the men said on the phone.

Mia could hear the sounds around her. But she was too weak. She knew she was taken to Golden River Hotel, but from what she heard from the men who took her, Nicholas had no idea that she was kidnapped.

"Boss, she's here."

"Sedatives?"

"Yes. And aphrodisiac, sir."

"Go. I'll call you when I'm done."

The voice of the man was almost like a whisper that she couldn't hear what he asked from the men.

Her vision was blurry and spinning but she could still see the silhouette of a man walking out of the bedroom. Was that Nicholas? But if it was him, why would he need to kidnap her?

She felt so weak and dazed that she couldn't figure out what was going on. She mustered her remaining strength to stand up, and as her legs wobbled, she took one step but fell.

Before hitting the floor, she felt someone grab her waist. She stared at the man, but still she couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you? Let go of me!" She said.

She wasn't sure if she was shouting because even her voice was faint.

"Sshh. Don't worry. I'll take care of you." The man whispered.

Her heart pounded as she felt a sharp bolt of fear. He wasn't Nicholas. It was someone else. The man's voice was hoarse, but commanding.

She tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. Then she started feeling something different from her body. Was it too hot? She thought inwardly

The air from her mouth suddenly felt warm. She had a ragged breathing, and there was a feeling of uneasiness on her body.

"What's happening to me?" Although she was feeling nauseous, she still managed to ask.

But the man didn't answer. Instead, she felt him grab her legs and carried her back on the bed.

'This man, who is he? I can't let him touch me. But why did it feel like I wanted to be touched?' She thought to herself.

Without a single word from him, he moved his hands under her skirt causing her to gasp in surprise.

"N–No…Please…" She protested while trying to stop him with her hands.

But she had no strength against the man. She was alarmed when he cuffed her hands on both sides of the bed.

"P–Please…Stop…" Her plea was almost a whisper.

She wanted to scream when the man's fingers moved farther, reaching past her underwear. From there, he forced his way to her folds, brushing it gently.

She knew she was in trouble, but what's more confusing was the way her body reacted to the man's touch.

Startled by his warm invasive hands between her thighs, unable to stop her voice, she let out a soft moan.

She should be crying or screaming for help but no words came out of her mouth. Her mind was full of the burning sensation as the man continued to caress her opening.

She never had a boyfriend, and she had no one to tell her stories about their experience with men. And a total stranger was just playing with her.