Kidnapped by my ex

k down would be back to reality. Where everything reminded you of your pain, suffering and agony. Many people have it nice but as for me, Althea Roberto, I was d

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s painted to be, many suffer without a roof over their head or food in their stomach. Other are been worked over by the rich and oppress

friend wasn't a morning person. Her dark chocolate hair was a mess. She had a sexy figure that constantly had her at

the promise of making her coffee the way she loved it. She was done within half an hour I move in next to have my morning hygiene routine. Within the hour we were b

anting was we got to the bus

, moving to a vacant sit. Jessy takes the sit by the window, while I sit next to her. She brin

eached Johnson's and Co. It was huge a bu

e you" she knew was scared She was the best thing that has

o the same building but headed in two different ways. I move toward the receptionist while she moved upstairs to the

ook up from her laptop, pointing with her freshly done manicured nails in the direction of some women and men gathered. I ignor

nd have my head on a platter of gold. I tried to encourage myself when I saw a lady come out crying, she broke down on the floor. I wen

ads of sweat covered my face. I wanted to run back, eve

as hell. My whole apartment could fit in and still have space for another room. I was in awe of the room. It had a dark, ele

t with my eye, there was a big desk at the far end of the table. There he was... typing furiously on the keyboard. What is

and attentive, he seemed like someone who looked to brag about what they have,

personal assistant" I wasn't scared. I was terrified. I waited for him to ask another question or say something. The clicking from the keyboard stopped and, he finally r

to where he walked to, I sat still facing his previous location. His colo

a company consultant or something else?" his voice ran chills down my spine. Why did I want to

nd me sipping his hot coffee like it was n

Sunday morning drinking hot chocolate. He was too with perfect, long lash with

tion. Maybe another time" I was staring too long, I move my eyes a

t upright not to be c

dismissed me, just like that. No '

bag and the envelope and on the table, walking towards the door. I

e of wardrobe and be here 9:00 am prompt. Any later your fired" I

s soon as I leave I meet Jessy in the waiting room. Her fa

ne is