Isabella

I didn’t know why I blurted out to him! For god sake! A room? And a romantic restaurant?! What am I? A whore!

I couldn’t believe my tongue— As if a ghost was controlling my full body not me.

He was dumbfounded, but he clung into my words. He opened the door of his car and just drove me back to my house.

That was what I thought until I felt the distance was getting longer.

I asked him worriedly, “where are you taking me? Kidnapping me!”

He chuckled and joked, “I wish I could kidnap you, but, surprisingly, I can’t tell you now. Just wait, and you will...