Richard:Caveman Instinct(7)

By: Hazel Gower

I flipped her over my shoulder just as her knee was inches from my dick. She screeched, kicking and punching. She might be tiny, but she was a fighter.

By now, my security was beside me fending off the other two boys. The others looked unsure whether to get involved. I ignored everything else knowing my guards would do their job, and I went to get my things. Placing Bailey on the day lounge that held my stuff, I got my shirt, shoes, wallet and keys. Bailey tried to run, but Cole appeared and didn’t let her get away. Once organized, I picked a fighting Bailey up ignoring her struggles and walked back towards the elevator and my penthouse.

“Oh, my God. You’re crazy. Please, please let me go,” she yelled.

Once in the elevator and alone, I placed Bailey down. Frightened eyes stared up at me. My heart sank, and I knew I’d done this all wrong. “Please don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you. You’re mine.” Crap, I sounded crazy even to myself.

“Sir.” Her voice quivered as she mumbled, “Please let me go.”

Scrubbing my face, I grabbed her hand and held it in my own needing to feel her. “I know I sound crazy. Look, let me start again. Hi, my name is Richard Silverman.”

Bailey gasped and tried snatching her hand from his. “You’re joking, right? This is some cruel joke from Britney or the other girls? I have no idea how she organized this so quickly after last night, but I’m not putting up with this. I’m killing Britney. This is the last straw.”

Who was Britney and why did Bailey think he was joking?



What the hell had Britney done? She was such a bitch, but surely, she wasn’t evil enough to do this, have a guy take me claiming to be a Silverman. How the hell had she organized all this so quickly? Tears threatened to spill, but I knew now wasn’t the time to show any weakness. I straightened myself and studied the man before me. I saw he was a man and not a boy. He had a couple of day’s stubble. His blond hair was short and his blue eyes were what gave his age away. They looked like they’d seen a lot. I guessed him to be at least in his mid-twenties. His skin was olive. His lips were thinned as his gaze narrowed on me. He was more than just handsome, he was gorgeous, and I hadn’t even glanced down at the hard body I knew he had because I’d been bashing it.

Richard, if that even was his name, grabbed my arm as the elevator dinged, and he walked us out and into a small hall with two doors. I struggled to get out of his hold, but he ignored me and went to the left, and without dropping my arm, he got his card out and scanned it until the door opened. Okay, there was no way I was going in there with him. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I fought my capture.

“Stop screaming. Stop. I would never hurt you. Stop now.” His hand came down and swatted my arse.

I yelped, then a shot of pure anger coursed through me and I yelled, “How dare you. Get your hands off me. Help. Help me.”

This time, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and walked through the open door. “Cole, shut the door and make sure no one gets in.”

Who the hell was Cole? What the hell was going on? I kicked, punched and did everything I could to get him to put me down. It didn’t seem to bother him with anything I did or said. Once inside, he put me down on a sofa, and I scrambled away from him.

Richard sighed loudly. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never let anyone hurt you. You’re special.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I know I shouldn’t have just taken you, but, well, I have been waiting for you for a couple of years.”

Holy crap, the guy was insane. I looked around me, but my vision was out of focus probably from being upside down. I couldn’t get my Nystagmus to slow and my fear was doubling. Clearing my throat, I tried to talk to him again. “Please, let me go.”

“No. Never. You’re mine.”

I shook my head. Doubt seeped in. Maybe Britney hadn’t hired him. “I don’t know you. I think you have the wrong girl. My name is Bailey Rodgers. My brother, Ethan Rodgers, is important. I’m sure he’d pay to get me back.” The guys blond brows furrowed. Okay, maybe this was a prank. “Look, if Britney paid you, I promise to tell her your joke worked, and I get it. I’m worthless and she’s important. I’m nothing. I’m a burden. She’s beautiful and no guy would want me and so on. I get it. Please, can I go now? I promise I won’t get her or you in trouble.”