Carl: Caveman Instinct series 2.5(4)
“Please. I’m no one. You don’t want me. Please let me go. I promise if you do, I won’t tell anyone.”
She wasn’t nobody. She was someone very special to me and I wasn’t letting her go…ever.
My Porsche was low enough that the boom gate would scrap the roof. If it broke I’d pay for the replacement. Money wasn’t an issue for me. Not only was I a doctor, I was a Silverman and had plenty of it.
I sped out of the gate not even wincing at the sound of the boom gate scraping over my car and then breaking. Annabelle continued to scream and I glanced over to see her clutching at her seat. A part of me was yelling that I wasn’t acting rationally, that something was terribly wrong with me. That I was an intelligent man and a respected doctor, but the other part of me was telling that half to shut the fuck up, and that I needed to focus on getting our mate back to our home, where I would convince her to give me a chance. Where I would make her fall in love with me and I would get my happily ever after, with the love of my live, the two point five children, and the mega mansion.
Ignoring Annabelle’s screaming, yelling, and begging to be let go, I speed up.
Annabelle
Oh. My. God. I’ve been kidnapped. Me. A nobody. I mean what reason would anyone have to take me? I’m a Librarian for Christ’s sake. I don’t have any enemies. The most annoying person I know is my mother and even then she doesn’t have enemies. She’s a florist. I’m not a stunning beauty that a man like this one, driving like a mad man, could fall instantly in love with. I wasn’t super smart. Sure, I wasn’t dumb, but I wasn’t kidnap-me-and-get-me-to-work-on-something-to-take-over-the-world smart. I was average. That summed me up perfectly.
I should have fought my kidnapper when I realized what he was doing, but I was in shock, or more accurately captivated by the man. The guy who took me was beyond gorgeous. It was like someone came along and took my fantasy guy from all my dreams and placed him before me.
By the time I realized he was a crazy loon, a gorgeous man candy loon, but a crazy loon nevertheless, it was too late. I was already in the Porsche and he was speeding to get away. I debated how hurt I’d get if I opened the door and jumped out, but he was going really fast and I wasn’t a fan of pain.
“Why did you take me?” I was sure if he told me why he’d taken me, I could convince him I wasn’t the person he thought, and he’d taken the wrong person.
“You’re mine. I am one of the oldest in my family to find my soulmate. To succumb to the curse, er, gift the gypsies gave my family.”
Oh this poor man. He was certifiably insane. I wondered if he was even a doctor. Of course I’d heard of the Silverman family. They were one of the wealthiest and most famous families in Australia, maybe even the world. Was he even a Silverman? It didn’t seem like he’d stolen the car, but what did I know, I’d gotten kidnapped. The man thought I was his.
“What do you mean by soulmate? Surely you don’t think I can have a relationship with a man who kidnapped me?” I was insanely attracted to this man, but I wasn’t impressed by his behavior and I knew nothing could come of our attraction
He nodded his head. “Yes. You’ll forgive me for taking you, but we’re meant to be. You’re my one. The other half of my soul. It can’t be any other way.”
Okay, so not only was there something really wrong with this guy, there was something wrong with me, because I actually felt a slight pull at my chest and melted a little. Well crap, no more romance books for me. Maybe I could explain why I was at the hospital and why I couldn’t go with him. If I went along with his crazy plan then he might let me go.
“Well if we’re meant to be, why don’t you let me go? I need to get back to my mother. She’s in the hospital. It’s why I was there. Please.”
I felt his car slow and looked out the window to confirm it as the scenery went by slower. I breathed a sigh of relief, there might just be a sane part of this man.
“What’s your last name?” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone, not mine, but a new iPhone.
“You kidnaped me and only know my first name and that is because I was stupid enough to tell you. I don’t know your name and until you take me back to the hospital you won’t know mine. If you think I’m your ‘soul mate’ then you’ll want me happy and to do that you need to take me back to my mother now. ” There, I was tough and showed him I wasn’t ready to be ordered around or taken where I don’t want to go.
The car was quiet as I studied the man and he didn’t look at all worried about what I’d just said. I noticed his body shaking, then a chuckle left his lips and suddenly that turned into a deep belly laugh. Well hell. That didn’t work. He didn’t find my tough act intimidating at all.