Stolen Fate by S. Nelson Page B

going to happen next. Worrying about each day as it creeps up on me is quite nerve-wracking. I have nothing but time to reflect on my situation; a situation I had a hand in creating, even though I don’t like to admit that to myself. Couldn’t he have just threatened my life to get his hands on the evidence like a normal person? No. What does this jackass do instead? He kidnaps me and keeps me hidden away until he decides what he wants to do with me.              
    Talk about taking things to the extreme.
    The more time I have to think, the worse off I become. I’m actually starting to think of ways to surprise and overpower him just to be able to escape. But no scenario I come up with will work; he is way too strong and I’m sure way too clever. I can’t underestimate him. Not anymore. Look what happened the last time I thought he was just another chump.
    Finally, after two days, Drayden makes an appearance. By this point, I am utterly desperate for some human conversation, even if he’s going to act like a jerk.
    It must be late because my stomach is trying to eat right through me. I haven’t eaten in quite some time, lunch being served hours ago. You would think he would bring me food more often because I am, after all, eating for two now. Oh, my God, I can’t even believe that thought came to mind. Most days I forget I’m pregnant, mainly because I don’t feel any different. The only times I’m truly reminded is when certain smells set me off, instantly making me nauseous. That, and the minor shifts in my moods which take over without warning. But is that really due to being pregnant? Or is it because I’m being held against my will?
    He briefly makes eye contact with me before setting my food down on the bedside table. He looks like he’s going to say something then decides against it, but after a brief moment, he speaks. “The doctor told me to give you these. Take one a day.” He throws the bottle on the bed. What a jerk! He can’t even hand them to me like a civilized person.
    When I pick it up, I realize that what he so callously threw was a bottle of prenatal vitamins.
    “Are there any side effects? Do I take them with food or on an empty stomach?” I’m trying to determine what the label says but my frustration has clouded my vision and I can’t read it as quickly as I want to.
    “He said to take one a day. So just do it without asking me all these damn questions.” Jeez, he’s in a sour mood today, more so than usual.
    “What crawled up your ass and died?” I walk around him, trying my best to ignore his outburst while I make my way over to grab a sweater. I’m a bit chilly, and I don’t feel like having my nipples on display in front of him.
    He stops me before I make it to the closet, his fingers laced around my wrist. “Don’t give me any of your attitude, Essie. I’m in no mood for your crap today.” He releases me and makes his way to the bathroom. I didn’t even notice he brought in another bag with him. I guess I’m too focused on the fact he actually showed up.
    When I follow him, I see he’s putting some toiletries away. Standing so close to him is a mistake. When he tries to move past me, our bodies make brief contact. I’m instantly aroused but make a face of disgust, trying not to appear anything but annoyed with his presence.
    He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? And how can he switch moods like that? I thought I was the one who was experiencing hormonal changes at the drop of a hat.
    “What are you laughing at?”
    “Are you cold, Essie? Or are you just happy to see me?” I instantly look down and see what he’s referring to. My nipples are at full attention, staring at him in all their glory.
    I cross my hands over my chest, trying to conceal the tight buds. “I’m cold, so don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Uh-huh,” he mumbles before making his way to leave. I run over to him, putting my hand on his arm. He turns around and looks at me,