If only he loved me too

Massimo was driving me somewhere, it wasn't like I was obediently sitting still while he drove off to some fantasyland, no I did everything I could do to open the door or possibly a window but the limo didn't budge.

"We're here, " he announced like it was very normal to kidnap someone again of their will and hold them, hostage. I ignored him, he came around my door and pulled it open. I tried pushing him and running but no a wail he was too strong "don't do anything stupid, it's not gonna work anyway," he mocked me with utter amusement.

He pulled me by my waist and threw me on his shoulder like no big deal. I punched his back and kept kicking him but it was extremely depressing to say that he probably didn't even feel it. Giving up I observed my surroundings and to my surprise, it was our house, the house he got me when we were married this can't be good.

that I was head over heels in love with him and he wasn't, it hurt my ego more than my heart because I knew he wouldn't feel the same way yet I still

handing over his shoulder. He threw me on the couch, I took my chance and ran to the door and tried opening it but the asshole had the doors locked, I could decode the locks but it could take some time and the way he was watching me amused I

groaned in frustration and walked to sit on the couch, he walked towards the kitchen and yelled "drinks?" I followed him

asked he pushed around the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, he pours our drinks and came towards me,

blush deep red with embarrassment and let my hands fall to my sides.