Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... being genuine."

I watched her eyes, even the balaclava couldn't mask her anxiety. "They said it would take several days to get access to the money."

"They're lying. They may not be super wealthy, but I know they would have no trouble raising that within an hour or so."

"Why would they lie?"

"Because, either Grant, or the police have told them to."

"Why, I don't understand?"

"Neither do I, but I've watched enough cop shows on TV to know that they're hoping you'll crack."

The food was delicious as always. I couldn't believe how good it was. She never served the same meal twice, god if it wasn't for the handcuffs. I would have happily stayed just for the food.

My relationship with Grant had been worse than ever before the kidnapping. Since we made the damned agreement to stay together until after the five years. He never came home. I knew he was seeing other women. He didn't even bother trying to hide it.

He was happy to tell me he was going on a date. I hated it, and I hated myself more. I'd always thought of myself as an ethical person. Nothing special, but I had principles.

Lying to and basically extorting money from Esme and Howard didn't sit well with me. I had an amazing relationship with them both, but especially Esme. After my parents were killed in a plane crash. They became my family.

Grant, up until our relationship. Had always been on the outs with them. He lived a playboy lifestyle. Worked for Howard's company, and expected to take ...

... over when Howard retired. Esme hated his lifestyle. She was behind Howard pushing Grant into marriage, and laying down some fairly firm boundaries. Which included the pre-nup.

I remembered back to the first time my friend Chelsea, alerted me to his errant ways. I was angry, with her strangely and not him. How dare she accuse him of something so horrible.

Then against my own best intentions. I hired the private investigator. The slimy bastard. We fought long and hard, but he convinced me it was a one off slip. He'd never do it again. Yeah right.

The next time I was aware of the signs, knew what to look for. This time, he didn't deny it. Sure as hell got his attention when I slammed the divorce papers on the table in front of him.

He pleaded, begged me not to go through with it. That's when he made me the offer. Live with him until the limits of the pre-nup expired. Then we could wait a little while and divorce amicably. Split everything fifty fifty.

As I said. I hated lying to Esme. She had accepted me into their family so warmly. With my parents gone, she became my support. I don't mean financially. She was who I went to when I needed advice, a shoulder to cry on.

Now, I felt like a complete bitch. I was literally begging them to save my life. Pay money that Grant should.

It rankled knowing that if I died here, he would get my insurance money, all my possessions, and keep his inheritance.. The dirty bastard would get the lot.

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