She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

Chapter 3

ELENA  BLACKWOOD

Fluttering my eyes I slowly opened them and they meet with a beautiful, gorgeous, sexy face of a man who has dark hairs which were combed perfectly, a sharp chisled jawline, a pair of gleaming deep ocean blue colored eyes which can held anyone captive in them and well defined lips completing his look making him look like a Greek God. It's the most handsome and sexiest face I've ever seen in my life. He was sitting by my side staring intensly at me. My hand automatically raised and I touched my fingers lightly to his cheek wondering how beautifully it is sculpted, that's when the silent expressions of the face changed in shock, and wonder.

 A small smile crept on my lips when I saw him wondering in surprise, the expressions were only making him look even more fascinating and real. 

"My imagination is quite amazing" I said to myself and taking my hand back closed my eyes again.

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Rolling on bed and stretching my arms in air to wake up I lazely opened my eyes and felt my head throbbing. 

'Oh these fucking hangovers' I groaned covering my head with pillow laying on my stomach. It's strange but I didn't felt like I usually felt when i woke up. The mattress beneath me feels more softer than usual. 

Why its feeling different?

I removed the pillow from my face rubbing my groogy eyes to see clearly and what caught my attention is that I was in an unfamiliar surrounding.

 

I got shocked on seeing a different  room, this is not my room and I m lying on a different bed. I hurriedly sit up on the bed and looked around only to found myself in an extra luxery bedroom. The room is quiet exquisite and huge, I might add. The light is dim, the walls were painted grey giving a dark look to the whole room. But it was also looking classy. I m sitting on a big king sized bed which is too big as compared to normal king sized bed. 

"Where am I" I whispered to myself.  

My eyes roamed in the room and stop at the corner where a figure was sitting on the couch. The lights were dim but I was sure its the figure of a man, he was sitting with his hands spread wide on the couch and legs open. Did I came at wrong place after drinking. 

Oh shit I panicked, I had never done something like this before after drinking. 

Jesus Christ. 

"Hello!" I said softly, but no reply. 

"Who are you?" no reply . 

"I think I might came to wrong address yesterday, I am sorry for your inconvenience" again no reply, the panic inside me increased. 

"Would you mind telling me what is this place and how I ended up here so I could leave" I asked and remembered about my phone to call someone. I searched around for my phone but where the hell is my phone, did I lost it too, oh lord. I looked back at that man on the couch. 

"Sir, would you please tell me where am I". I asked him innocently in requesting tone forwarding my head a little to saw clearly. I questioned everything which was in my mind and waited for the reply but again, no reply. My panic was only increasing by every passing second. 

'Helloo' 'can't you hear me' I said again waving my hand.

I am too confused and thinking what is happening. Why I don't remember anything about last night. Of course I act like a crazy drunken ass after drinking but I had never drank this much that i would end up at wrong place and forgot everything. I never lost my senses before like this that I can't even remember about where my phone is, something must be wrong. My head was throbbing badly but still I  tried to think harder, then the flashes of last night came in front of my eyes. 

The party, drink, dance and after dance I clearly remembered leaving the club after few more drinks but after that nothing came to my mind. I think more harder but the images were all blur few men and then more blur, everything was complete blur. Then something came to my mind the car, yes, a car, I remembered the car but after that again blur. 

Why is everything blur, why can't I remember anything after leaving the club instead of that audi. 

My head started to hurt more when I think harder and at last only a blur image of hat came to my mind. I don't remember anything, this man is not speaking anything,  panick inside me rised at its highest and words automatically slip from my mouth, by any chance "am I..., am I kidnapped" I said in both shock and panick.

As these words left my lips I heard the sound of chuckling from that man, which brought my attention back to him. He got up from the couch and approached towards my direction. When he reached near me his face become visible to me in the shadowed light. 

'Quick to catch' his voice deep and hoarse

Now I was double shocked. Omg, he is the same guy from the dream. Same feature, same handsome face and most importantly the same blue ocean colored gleaming captivating eyes means...that was not a dream. 

He stopped near me. He was about 6.3 or maybe 6.4 in height, wearing a white shirt tucked perfectly in his black pant with no tie. Upper two buttons of his shirt were undone showing his bulged chest muscles and tattoo on his right side of neck, shirt cuffs were folded upwards and his right arm was also covered with tattoo ink indicating he must have tattoo on his hand which was only making him look even more sexier. Just like his face he had a perfect body. 

Am I really doomed or still dreaming but everything is appearing so real. I pinch myself to check, no this is definitely real. 

'I am kidnapped?' I asked looking at his face still in panic.

"Yes you are" again the same deep husky voice came and a smile spreads on his face, white and taunting. The pleasure that lights his eyes was almost sensual. He slipped his hands in his pockets and stares at me, his gaze piercing.  

"What?" his words hit me like someone had dropped a bombshell on me.

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