Hayden
The comfortable warmth I felt made me snuggle closer against the hard body behind me. I sighed in contentment as a large hand pulled me even closer and ended up wrapping around my waist, making my skin feel tingly.
Wait, body? Hand?
I snapped my eyes open. Morning sunlight poured through the window. My eyes widened when I looked down at the big and heavy hand that covered my belly possessively. A human hand?
I turned my head slowly in a cautious manner, holding my breath. A handsome male face greeted my sleepy eyes. His jet-black hair was tousled with a few locks falling carelessly on his broad forehead. He was deep in sleep with his eyes closed, making his thick eyelashes look insanely long. Following his straight nose and deliciously kissable lips was a masculine angular jaw.
Who the hell was this gorgeous man? I carefully removed his hand over my belly. He rolled over, pushing the sheets away. My eyes trailed down his perfect toned upper body and down further to…
He was naked! Wearing nothing on my bed!
I blinked my eyes hard, trying to process the scene using my slowly functioning morning brain. Fluffy was lying on the bed with me last night. I remembered singing a song to it and changing into my pajamas before hugging it to sleep.
Where was Fluffy? I scanned the small studio-like cabin. I remembered locking the door yesterday. The cabin didn't look like it was broken into, the glass of the window seemed intact and in whole pieces. Fluffy couldn't get out by itself.
An idea popped into my head. Fluffy was stabbed with a knife by a human. And this man was lying naked where Fluffy should be!
I sat up. My brain had already concluded. "You sick pervert! Why are you on my bed? Did you kill my dog?" I slapped the man's face hard and kicked his groin without mercy.
The man was jolted awake by my sudden violence. He groaned, rubbed his sleep-filled dark blue eyes, and sat up in utter bewilderment.
I crossed my arms over my chest, covering my nipples which were visible through the thin tank top I was wearing. I glared at him hard, pulling my most fearful look.
His eyes scanned the room before landing on me. God, his eyes looked so blue and mesmerizing. It made keeping an angry face difficult. Focus, Hayden, he was a pervert!
He then looked down at himself and relief washed over his face. It seemed that he was happy that he was naked. It just proved how sick he was.
He raised his head to look at me again. "Listen, I can explain," he said in a low baritone voice, extending his arms out in a gesture to calm me.
"You bastard, you killed my dog." I quickly slipped off the bed to create a safe distance between us. My eyes glanced at the knife on the kitchen counter. I might need it to fend for myself.
"No, I didn't kill him. He is not even…" He trailed off, struggling to form words out of his mouth.
"Stop lying, you son of a bastard," I cursed hard, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Will you shut up and let me finish?" He cut me off, shooting me a stern look.
Then he slipped off the bed and stood in his naked glory. The curses that were about to come out of my mouth stopped short.
I couldn't help but stare at his knee-weakening sculptured body in awe. He was very tall. I guess he was 6'2. He had broad shoulders that made women feel safe. His chiseled abs were rock solid, below an intoxicating V was his huge…
Let's say he was well endowed. I quickly averted my eyes and blushed at the magnificent sight in front of me. I was not inexperienced when it came to men, but he was very impressive in that area.
I returned my gaze to his face. For a moment, we stared at each other as time stopped. His harsh yet intense gaze made me blush even redder. I was very conscious of my breasts with no bra on and the shorts that could barely cover my ass.
The heated staredown was interrupted when the door was slammed open with a loud bang. The lock fell to the ground. I gasped at the sheer force.
"Alpha," two people barged in with concern laced in their voices.
Two other very naked and beautiful people. A tall man with brown hair, a blond woman with long legs. Both young. Who were they? Were they a cult that worshiped nudity? Was this cult only open to gorgeous people?
"Alpha, are you…" the tall man stopped short when the blue-eyed sick pervert held up his hand to hush him, pointing his fingers at me.
Alpha? How narcissistic and power-hungry a man must be to let others call him that? I let out a loud snort.
All eyes turned to me. The attention made me uneasy. 3 versus 1. My odds weren't good. I stood up in a defense position, racking my brains over the moves I learned from self-defense classes.
"Hayden Ramirez!" The man with brown hair exclaimed. The tip of his lips curled up into a wide smile. "I'm a huge fan of yours!"
"You…you know me?" I stuttered, surprised at the turn of the event. Maybe they wouldn't hurt me if they knew me?
The man flashed me his pearly teeth. "Yeah, I watched every movie of yours. You are superb." The girl next to him rolled his eyes at his words, while the sick pervert seemed annoyed.
"James, it's not the time to confess your silly obsession," the blond woman snorted, "we need to leave here ASAP. There could be more rouges."
All of sudden, their eyes glazed over, and they stood in silence as if they were communicating without speaking. I looked at them confused. They looked kind of scary.
Meanwhile, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I grabbed it and looked at the unknown number on the screen.
"Hello?" I greeted.
"Think you can fool me and get away without being punished? Stupid woman. See you in the cabin in 10 minutes." Scar's creepy voice sounded at the other end.
I hung up and stood frozen on the spot. Shit. Scar knew I was here and he was on the way. He was the worst debt collector one could think of. He belonged to the largest mafia group in LA. Rumor had it he took great pleasure in torturing people who owed money to the gang. Now the cult trio seemed less scary.
I cursed Taylor inwardly. Scar should be on his heels, not mine. I needed to get out of here. As a nameless actress who could barely cover the high living expenses in LA, I wouldn't be able to get 100 grand in a short time and I had no intention of falling into Scar's cruel hands.
Ignoring the trio who were still having their silent conversation, I scrambled to get my backpack and started to pack things into it.
"You are leaving with us," the deep voice I grew familiar with said behind me, leaving no room for argument.
"No, I'm not leaving with anybody," I hissed, turning to face him. He may not look so scary as Scar, but he was still the sick pervert who was probably the leader of a cult.
"No one can say no to me," he said matter-of-factly, tossing me over his shoulder in a swift move.
"Let me down, let me down, you pervert!" I flailed and pounded his back wildly, trying to get off him.
"Stop moving," he barked, pressing his hand hard on my scantily clad bottom while keeping walking. I felt electricity coursing through my body and heat rushed to my face.
From my position, I could hear the blond girl make a snickering sound. Moreover, I was not sure whether it was a blessing or a curse, I could see the pervert's firm ass and thick thighs clearly. My face couldn't grow any redder.
I found myself both angrily annoyed and excitedly turned on by this strange man.
Using his free hand to pull the door of the Land Rover open, he threw me on the backseat roughly and tossed a large jacket to me. He slammed the door shut before I struggled to sit up and bolt out of the door.
Seconds later, he slid into the backseat with a pair of shorts on and the blond girl joined us wearing a short skirt and a black t-shirt. How the hell did they put on the clothes so fast? I put on the jacket to cover my body.
I sat sandwiched between them in the backseat, losing my only hope of running away.
"Let's get out of here," he said in a low and deep voice.
"Yes, alpha." The driver was a man who didn't appear in the cabin. James, the man who claimed to be my fan, sat in the passenger seat quietly.
I watched the cabin slide by in dismay. Ahead of me was my unknown fate. Where were they taking me?
"Bastard," I cursed under my breath.
"Excuse me?" the pervert blinked his blue eyes.
I clenched my jaw, intending not to answer his question for fear of pissing him off.
"Believe me or not, I'm trying to save you," he said.
"Like I would believe you. You slaughtered my dog," I retorted. James turned his head and raised his eyebrow at the pervert.
"I…I didn't," the pervert said in exasperation.
"Then where is my dog Fluffy? Why were you lying in my bed next to me naked?" I challenged him.
My words caught the attention of the blond girl. She squinted her eyes at me first then at the pervert.
"Don't ask anything," the pervert warned, covering his face with his hand. Now he was ashamed of what he did. Pervert.
"This sounds interesting," the blond girl commented with a mischievous smirk on her pretty face. "Does your dog happen to be black in color?" she asked.
"Yeah, how do you know that?" I sank into the seat, curious why they cared for my dog suddenly. But her question relaxed me a little bit.
"And his name is Fluffy?" James asked, apparently trying hard to hold a wide grin.
"Yeah, I was going to name it Fluffy," I said, feeling confused about the direction of the conversation.
Both James and the blond girl burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, making me even more bewildered.
The pervert groaned. "Shut up," he barked.
"Sorry," they apologized, trying hard to rein in their laughter but failed miserably.
The car suddenly swerved and came to a halt, throwing me at the mercy of a hard chest. Two arms wrapped tightly around my waist at a lightning speed, providing me a haven and making my stomach do funny flip-flops.
I peered up at him, meeting the gaze of his deep blue eyes. For a moment, we were lost in each other's eyes.
"What the hell is that? Trevor. Are you trying to kill us?" the blond girl yelled.
"Sorry, Chloe. Just a deer," Trevor apologized and the car hit the road once again.
He quickly pushed me off him and sat straightened up, looking ahead of him. I felt cold at the loss of his touch but quickly recollected myself. Both James and Chloe looked at us with curious eyes. They exchanged glances but said nothing.
I wanted to ask them where they were going to take me but kept my mouth shut for better judgment. It was not like they would tell me. Maybe a cult's place of abode was better than Scar's dungeons.
I sank in the seat deeper and let my sleepiness take me. Maybe everything was just a bad dream. When I woke up, I would be shooting the scene with director Peter Johnson as planned without the appearances of Patricia, Scar, or the insanely gorgeous pervert.