Chapter 1

I’m waken up by the sun piercing my skin, that’s odd because the sun never reaching my bedroom. This could only mean one thing, its midday. ‘I’m going to be late for work’ I just out of bed. This isn’t my room, I look around and rub my eyes because I might be dreaming. My room can never be this nice, my attention is stolen by the view from the window. No I should focus, I rush to the door and try to open it but it’s locked.

“Help! Somebody help me” I scream, why isn’t anyone coming! It’s been hours or minutes I don’t know, I give up and sit by the window.

This place is beautiful! Focus Bella! I should be looking for a way out not looking at the beautiful view. Where am I? Don’t tell me I got kidnapped? No, that only happens in the movies, I mean why would anyone kidnap me? I’m broke I can’t even pay my parking ticket. Only rich people get kidnaped right? I’m still bombarding myself with questions when the door opens. An old lady walks in with tray of food in her hands.

“Oh you’re awake! Good morning” she smiles

“Hello! Uhm where am I?”

“You don’t know where you are?” she answers

“Are we still in South Africa?”

“You’re funny!” she walks to the door

“No lady I’m serious please help me, I need to get out of here”

“I’m just the maid sorry” she says closing the door, I rush to the door and it’s locked again. I start banging the door but no one is answering.

“Help! Somebody help me!” I scream

“Will you shut up? It’s 7 for Christ’s sake” says a voice, where did he come from? And how many doors does this place have? Shirtless, tall, dark, muscular now that’s a man but who is he? He walks to where the breakfast tray and pours juice. Walks back to me.

“Here!” he hands me the glass, I hesitate to take the glass. He look great, he walks to the couch across the room.

“My eyes are up here!”

“Who are you” I ask

“That doesn’t matter”

“How did I get here? Most importantly why am I here?

“Sit!” he orders

“I want to know where….”

“I said sit Bella!” he says firmly, okay! I slowly walk to the bed and sit. He walks towards me, I swallow hard. Who’s this god of a man that is sending tingles to the goddess between my legs? He hands me the juice, I take it and take a sip.

“How do you know my name” I ask

“I know everything about you”

“Why am I here? Did you kidnap me” I ask

“Yes I did!”

What?

“Why? If it’s about the article I wrote about Mrs Radebe? If it’s about that I’m really sorry” I say

I’m a journalist by the way, Mrs Radebe is the Mister of finance’s wife and was cheating on her husband with a worker. All hail broke loose when the husband caught then red-handed and shot the lover so I covered the story.

“No that’s not it”

Thank God!

“Then why am I here? Why would you kidnap me” I ask

“I did so because I wanted to and I have a business proposal for you”

“Couldn’t you come to me house and asks me like a normal person” I ask

I might own a four roomed flat and drive a Mazda but I’m a person.

“Trust me this way was better”

“Oh so you’re one of those rich people who kidnap people and think it’s cool well you got the wrong girl” I walk to the door and try to open it, I forgot it’s locked. Where is the door he used? Okay so I have no way out. I go and sit back on the bed, pick a slice of bacon from the tray well I’m hungry.

“What’s the proposal?” I take the tray and put it on my lap, he moves closer. Lord have mercy! How can one look and smell so great? He takes the juice and sips it, that’s my juice.

“Eat first!” he walks out where did that door come from? I rush to it but it’s locked again. Great! I eat the fancy breakfast then head to the bathroom, I need to pee so badly.

Wow! There are mirrors everywhere. The things rich people buy, I mean what’s the use of having mirrors around the bathroom? Do you look at yourself bathing or peeing? I hear the door opening and I rush out of the bathroom.

“Toiletries!” say a lady, she looks like she’s in her mid-thirties as she hands me a small bag in her hands. I rush to the door and try to open it but it’s locked. Why do the doors here hate me? I look at the lady and she chuckles

“Bath, then someone will come get you” she says

“It’s not like I have a choice” I take the bag and heard to the bathroom, there are some towels, tooth brush, tooth paste, lotion and underwear. Okay that’s weird, do kidnapped people also get provided with under-wears? I take a shower and walk with a towel wrapped around my body. There’s a red jumpsuit on the bed exactly my size, I’m a large. I dress up and the door opens again this time a man walks in. They don’t knock, what if I’m *****?

“Good morning!” he smiles. He looks younger, more like Mr Good looking’s age

“Hie!”

“Please come with me” he says, I nod and head to the door, try to open it but it won’t. What is up with this place?

“Please let me” he says and I see he’s trying so hard not to laugh, we walk out and take the elevator.

“The house has an elevator?”

“No, this is a hotel and we were at the VIP suite” he answers

I knew that!

“Oh! And where are we going now?”

“My job is just to escort you” he answers

“Escort me? What am I? Royalty”

“No but you’re the guest of a very important man” he answers

“Important” 

“You’ll ask him yourself in the car” he walks out of the elevator, this is it my chance to run. I see the door and I run for my life. Which is hard because I’m in heels, some man holds me just as I was about to reach the door, maybe I should have ran when we were outside.

“Help! Help, I’m being kidnaped” I scream as he throws me on his shoulder like a bag of meal-meal

“Don’t mind her she’s a little co-co” the man I was walking with says. Really people, so they are just going to leave me just like that? I this the freedom we marched for? I’m literally thrown into the car, I’m lady for crying out loud they should at least handle me with care. Mr Handsome is in the car, the doors of the car lock and it starts moving.

‘This is wrong Mr, you could go to jail for this” I say as he straps me to the seat, how many seat belts does this car have?

“Would you hold still?”

“I will not” I say trying to break loose but he’s strong for me, I bite his hand

“Ok that’s it” he taps duck-tape on my mouth

He covers my eyes God what did I do to deserve this, my hands are tied, my mouth shut and eyes covered. The car stops moving, I can feel that I’m being carried again. I’m still fighting, I get thrown on what feels like a couch these people are carrying me and throwing me like I’m a bag of potatoes.

They remove the blind fold or should I say ‘He’ I still don’t know his name. We are in a very fine and clean room, cleaner than my apartment and why does it feel like we are moving?

“Promise you won’t scream if I untie you” he asks and I nod, he slowly peels the duck-tape off my mouth, unties my hands and feet. He walks out of the room, this is my chance to run. I kick off the heels and run. You got to be kidding me, we are in a boat! Great, I walk back into the room, he’s sitting on the couch sipping on alcohol.

“Can I have one of those” I ask

“No, sit down”

“Can I at least have some water” I ask

“So that you can have the strength to run away?”

“I wish but I can’t swim” I sit down, he hands me his glass. He wants me to use the same glass well he looks great can’t say no. I take the glass and gulp it down then hand it back to him.

“Jokes aside! Who are you” I ask

“My name is Michael!”

“Michael who” I asks

“Just Michael!”

“What do you want from me” I ask

“I want you to carry my child for me”

I burst into laughter, carry his child what is this, a movie.

“You want a child? I’ll give you a child do you want a boy or girl” I laugh

“I’m not kidding Bella”

“First of all don’t call me that my name is Isabella and second you don’t go around kidnapping people and asking them to have babies for you” I yell

“Listen little girl I don’t do well with people who yell so if you know what’s good for you lower your voice and I didn’t kidnap people I kidnapped you”

“What’s the difference, I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to carry your child” I answer

“I’m not asking you”

“I don’t even know you” I say

“But I know you, that’s all that matters. Isabella Manzini, 23 years daughter of Leleti and Joshua Manzini born in a family of 3 with you as the first born and you’re a journalist earning peanuts should I continue?”

“Well at least I don’t kidnap people” raise my voice

“I don’t like repeating myself, lower your voice and I just was a surrogate not a wife”

“I don’t want to” I answer

“Not even for a billion euros?”

Ok that’s a lot of money

“No!” I shake my head well 

“Well since you refused the money then you’ll do it for free, thanks Bella you’re so kind”

Two man walk in, in black suits one of them is the one that was ‘escorting me’. 

“She agreed take her to her room” Michael says before walking out. I didn’t agree to anything.

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