The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 10 Check For Yourself

Natalie was forced into the car. Amidst her shock, she was about to swing back in retaliation, but the other party moved faster.

Her arm was firmly locked in place by the man. His searing hot breath grazed right past her ear, and she could feel his lips making brief contact with it.

“Let go of me! What kind of pathetic man are you, having to resort to kidnapping?” Natalie taunted. The more she tried to escape, the tighter his grip grew. The gap between her back and his chest was slowly closing.

His voice was magnetic, and his deep laughter brushed past her ear. “Are you questioning my manhood? Would you like to check for yourself?”

“How am I supposed to do that when you’ve restrained my hands?” Natalie rolled her eyes.

He couldn’t deny that, and let go of her arms.

Within the next second, she spun around and swung her fist toward him. However, he caught it easily. While grabbing onto her fist, he pulled her to his side, and the distance between them once again grew smaller.

“You’ve got quite the attitude,” he commented.

him

was icy and unfathomable, with eyes deep like

and evil intentions were revealed on his cold face. Everything about him was just

years of her life, Natalie had met many attractive men. Despite

as he stared at the

you kept rejecting me, so I had no choice but to do this in

that name, she

the car door. She clearly had her guard up against him. “I don’t even know you. Are you seriously telling me that you kidnapped me just to have

women throughout his life—distinguished ones, flirtatious ones, gentle ones, and even fragile ones. What they all had in common was the fact that they wanted to get with him. However, the woman in

but he found interest in her

there was nowhere else to run. There was a needle hidden in her hand, which she had behind her back. If he were to get any closer, she would stab

move, he suddenly stopped. His hand made its way over to her back and snatched

“Hey!” she protested.

hadn’t expected him to

overthinking this, Ms. Nichols. I’m Sophia Bowers’ father. I’m only inviting you out for a meal as

with aphasia