Kidnapped to an Island Paradise (closed for Magellans_demon)

[Rocket1010]

Jack Wilson sat in the law office of Williams - Wetherspoon waiting for the reading of his father's will. He was a bit surprised he was even listed in the will since he and his father, Henry Wilson, had been estranged for years. As he sat waiting for Martha Wetherspoon to join him in the conference room, he had time to reflect.

He was 29 years old and had a life of his own ever since the big fight with his father eight years back. He was in his second year in college and things were going smoothly until he heard the news of his mother's death. She had fallen down some stairs at their home and it was ruled an accident. But he knew his parents were quarreling very badly, screaming at times. He didn't want to believe she had tripped and hit her head on the marble floor at the base of the stairs and blamed his father. He confronted his father about the accident since he was home at the time and assumed they got into a violent argument. And the way his father acted simply raised more questions. He remembered his father screaming that he, Jack, was not an investigator and let the police do their job. That fight started the rift between them that led him to refuse any calls or requests for visits from his father.

Martha Wetherspoon entered the conference room carrying a large package. "Thank you for coming today, Jack. Your father was a trusted client for many years and we are very sorry to hear of his passing." She opened the package and pulled out a document and began to read the last will and testament of Henry Wilson.

Jack accepted her condolence and sat stoically during the reading, listening to every word. He was receiving a vast fortune, including the island home he remembered visiting a lot before his mother's tragic accident. He thought of the good times, taking friends to the island paradise for fun times. With the inheritance of a fortune, he knew he would no longer have to work for a living

"Your father was very explicit in his will that you are not to sell the island compound. The will also states that the other three homes may be sold but not the island. And, finally, Jack you are to stay on the island during the summer months with no contact with your friends. Your friends are not allowed to visit you while you are on the island. If you violate the terms of the will, all financial holdings including the island will go to a private charity." She looked at Jack. "Do you understand?"

Jack was mired in thought, responding weakly, "Yes." His mind centered on his father’s demand he spend the time on the island by himself.

"Good. There is one more thing your father wanted you to have." Martha pulled out an envelope addressed to him.

Jack's hands shook a little when he took the envelope, reading his name in his father's handwriting. Opening it, he read the heartfelt letter and Jack realized all the years of hate toward his father evaporated. It really wasn't his father's fault that his mother died and now he realized it. Fighting back a tear, he thanked the lawyer and headed out to the nearest bar.

The Black Horse Bar was a popular place during the week for young people working downtown. He sat at the bar contemplating the requirements of the will. He had about a three months before he was to visit the island for three months or more. He knew it was his father's way of penalizing him for all the years of not answering his calls and letters. If he were to be banned to the island, there was nothing in the will that said he had to do it alone, with someone who was not a friend. But who would he take. Since his friends were not allowed, his only option was to find someone he didn’t know.

Sipping his third bourbon, an idea began to form. What if he kidnapped someone. But the idea faded as he thought of the police and someone looking for a missing person. No, it was too preposterous. He was single and had burnt every bridge with previous women he dated. He found that once they found out about his wealth, their whole demeanor changed and he thought they were just after his money and not him as a person. What he needed was the perfect woman that he could kidnap and would not be missed, at least not for a while. It was a crazy idea but why not try to find someone.

Over the next month, Jack visited bars and restaurants hoping to stumble on the perfect woman but it seemed like a hopeless task. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The women he approached didn't seem like the perfect candidate. And the single women he thought to kidnap seemed too popular.

One evening, he saw a woman and man standing on the sidewalk arguing. He couldn't hear what they were saying but it was evident she was really upset with him.

She was young and he took a liking to her as she stood up to her husband or boyfriend. He stopped, appearing to look in the window of a shoe store trying to listen and be invisible. Something inside told him she might just fit the bill.

 

[magellans_demon]

Katy

"I said I'm sorry! It's not my fault though that random sluts are throwing themselves at you! What the hell else do you want from me?" Katy shouted, trying to pull away from the man beside her, her face reddening as she felt the tears that were brimming in her soft brown eyes start to overflow and spill down her cheeks.

She felt so insignificant standing in the middle of the busy street arguing and crying like a small girl rather than a 24-year old woman and her anger abruptly started to ebb away into sadness and embarrassment. Her boyfriend Michael's grip tightened further around her upper arm as he thrust his face an inch from hers, Katy's breath coming in gasps and sobs as the pain shot through her.

"Stop making a fool of yourself" he hissed. "You always do this, I waste half my day to pick you up from work and take you out somewhere and you have to pick a fight over nothing. I shouldn't bother, maybe I should just leave you after all, find someone actually worth the effort, see how well you manage without me."

Intimidated now, Katy felt completely miserable and wished she'd never fought with him, she could verbally give as good as she got but he always wore her down so quickly when he was in a bad mood. When he was nice to her everything seemed amazing but those days were becoming fewer and further between.

"Please, can we just go home?" she begged.

"When you're ready to say you were wrong for going through my phone, I swear you've got a mental problem, who does that!" Michael growled.

Katy's head spun, she'd only seen a text flash up as he left his phone on the coffee shop table while he went to the bathroom, 'About to shower thinking of you baby' and questioned him about it. How had this ended up being her fault, again?

Everything lately came down to her not being good enough. She wasn't ambitious enough, wasn't pretty enough, her administration job wasn't a 'real career' according to Michael, she was a golddigger expecting to live off him, she was insane, lazy, too fat, didn't have any friends but if she ever went out with anyone from work to build new friendships she was ignoring him. He even used the fact that she had no family around, with no siblings and her single mother having passed away years before, as a reason she was "so useless at everything". Katy couldn't seem to do anything right but she constantly felt stuck, sometimes thinking Michael was the problem but then couldn't help but agree with a lot he told her, especially when he reassured her he was only saying it to help her improve her life. Maybe she was the problem, he was probably spot on that she wouldn't get anyone else if she broke up with him.

Whenever she was with Michael it felt like her head was spinning, at first this had been exciting and felt like they were falling in love, now it felt as though she was drowning and couldn't find a way out. She couldn't understand how it had gone so wrong, she used to have ambition, she'd wanted to be a history teacher but took the administration job because it was close to Michael's office and he said he didn't want her to be far from him, which she'd thought was so romantic at the time. Now it was just something else she'd done wrong.

As Michael stormed off, Katy swore after him then burst fully into tears and buried her face in her hand, her dark blonde hair cascading around her face, moving to sit at a nearby bench and wrapping her other arm around herself to shield herself from the view of passers by.

Within a few moments though she felt Michael with her again, sweeping her with one arm to stand back upright, pushing her ahead forcefully.

"Well that's a fucking nice way to talk about your boyfriend. What do you think you look like?" he growled. "Stop embarrassing me, move, we're going to the car, NOW"

"Go to hell" Katy spat out, upset and stormed ahead of him.

By the next day though Katy somehow found herself dressed in her usual white shirt and knee length black skirt, dropped off at work as if nothing was wrong. Her head pounded after far too little sleep, the argument having carried on through the evening until she ended up apologising profusely, accepting all responsibility unhappily, without ever finding out if Michael was cheating, again. Michael had woken her at 2am for a blowjob as, in his words, 'We'd be happier if you paid more attention to me', before he slipped back to sleep while she was left with insomnia, making her way through a family bag of crisps, a large bar of chocolate and several episodes of some mindless sitcom until the sun came up.

Her head swam again as she entered the office building, still no closer to knowing what to do about her life after two years of trying to work it out, despising herself for staying with Michael and at the same time feeling panicked that if she lost him she'd ruin her life, and it wasn't something yet another mid-morning croissant would fix but somehow that wouldn't stop her finding solace in one.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack just stared at the men's and women's shoes in the store trying hard to listen to the lover's quarrel. He heard something about the man's phone and then she pulled away. Jack glanced over quickly, seeing some tears on her cheeks wondering what the argument was about.

He thought of the heroic movies he watched where the stranger intervened and saved the woman. But this was reality and one didn't just get involved, especially when he had other things on his mind, like kidnapping. He sensed the man was a control freak when he shouted loudly and Jack only hearing bits and pieces of what he was saying. Stop making a fool of yourself ..... You always do this, I waste half my day to pick you up from work ........ you out somewhere ...... pick a fight over nothing. I shouldn't bother, maybe ...... just leave you ....... find someone actually worth the effort ......... manage without me."

Those last words hit Jack and piqued his interest. Was the man serious? It sounded to Jack as if the man didn't think much of this young woman and that she couldn't make it on her own. Was it true? Was she really dependent on him for everything?

He heard her plea to go home and the man angrily told her she was wrong to go through his phone adding that she had a mental problem. The man was berating her and it seemed to Jack that he was highly pissed because she saw something she shouldn't have seen on the cell phone. When the man stormed off, leaving the young good looking woman alone, he almost walked to her. But he held his ground, seeing her burst into tears as she sat on a nearby bench crying until the man returned.

Jack was angry that the man was treating this woman as if she were worthless, pulling her off the bench and then pushing her to a waiting vehicle. The man didn't bother to control his voice, hearing him yell, "Well that's a fucking nice way to talk about your boyfriend. What do you think you look like? ...... Stop embarrassing me, move, we're going to the car, NOW"

He was surprised when the lady yelled, "Go to hell" and stomped off followed by the man. As the car sped off, he saw a very unhappy woman staring straight ahead, her face filled with anger. He had heard the man say he was her boyfriend so that answered one question on his mind. If she was married, he would never dream of taking her away.

He didn't know what it was but there was something about the woman that intrigued him. One thing he knew, if he was going to follow through with his plan, he needed to find out more information about the mysterious woman. He headed to the Black Horse bar and had some bar food and then a few more drinks before heading to his condo downtown. Through the meal and on the walk to the condo, he thought about the woman. Was she the right one for him to kidnap and take to his island? Hell, he didn't know her name or anything about her. Was this just another wild goose chase?

Sitting at his desk, he looked out at the street below, wondering if this was the right thing to do. Did he have the courage to kidnap her and take her away? He knew he had to find out more about this mysterious woman before he made a final decision. He started a list of things he needed to do to follow through if he was going to make a conquest of this woman. It dawned on him that he was now planning to stalk her and the thought excited him.

The first item on his list was to find out her name and if the building they stood in front of was her place of employment? The couple didn't call out any names earlier in the evening. He did, during their argument, notice a coffee shop across the street from the office building. He would take a chance, visiting the coffee shop early in the morning and seeing if she showed up. If not, then he would have to try and find another avenue to find out about her.

Sleep didn't come easy for him; his thoughts centered on the dark blonde haired woman that intrigued him. He found himself thinking about how it would be to hold her in his arms and feel her soft lips against his. And how would her body feel melded with his, her breasts pressing against his chest and his manhood rubbing against her lower abdomen. What would her body feel like to his touch? He drifted in and out of sleep and felt groggy when the alarm went off at 6 am.

He arrived at the coffee shop at 7:30 am thinking she started at 8 o'clock. He could be wrong but he sat by the window drinking his coffee and watching the street. At 7:50 am, he saw the car from last night pull up and the woman got out of the car and it appeared she said something to the man, who nodded and then drove off leaving her on the sidewalk.

She was dressed in a very similar outfit that he noticed last night, a white shirt and knee high black skirt. Was that the uniform she was required to wear? He saw her look across the street and then turn, walking into the building. Now he wondered how he would find out her name and gave it some thought as he worked on his computer. He could walk in and ask her. But that didn't seem right. He could call the business and ask for the woman who cried on the street and that didn't sound good either.

He asked the barista if it was ok to work for a few hours and she told him to take all the time he needed. Jack ordered more coffee and since he was now in control of his father's business, at least for the time being, he buried himself reading reports from different divisions. As he worked, he wondered if she visited the coffee shop for lunch.

 

[magellans_demon]

The morning was crawling along, Katy trying to keep herself focused on work but before the clock even hit midday she slipped from the office with an excuse she needed to do some photocopying before lunch. Instead she headed straight for the coffee shop across the road, wanting time off to herself.

One of Michael's comments from their argument the night before, that she didn't look after herself, had stuck in the back of her mind and Katy had resolved that morning to start dieting again, grimacing internally as she ordered a 'superfood smoothie' as her lunch, heading to a table by herself.

Scrolling mindlessly through social media on her phone, sipping her drink unenthusiastically, Katy flicked past image after image of perfect women, with their happy families, devoted successful husbands, perfect homes, amazing careers and dream holidays that her life would never match up to. She often found herself losing too many hours through the week to watching other people's lives through the screen, escaping from her own for a little longer.

As she stared at one smiling family, smugly captioned #blessed, a tag she despised yet somehow still burned with envy, they disappeared as her phone flashed up with a call. Sighing she swiped to answer.

"Hello, Katy Pierce speaking"

As her manager's voice started to ebb out of the phone, listing things he needed her to take care of that afternoon while he was off for an early finish, Katy frowned and ran a hand over her forehead. It was going to be another manic afternoon trying to keep up with all the demands, put in maximum effort at work for minimum approval but be careful not to be too late leaving or Michael would be furious and after last night she couldn't afford to set his temper off again. She couldn't even have lunch in peace, her boss droning on with excess chatter and far more detail than she needed.

"Ok, yes, ok" she agreed, trying to get him off the call, her voice polite but impatience written all over her face.

"Yes, alright, as soon as I'm back from lunch, ok" she ground out with forced politeness, finally managing to get the call to end.

Katy sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes with a sigh, frustrated with the constant demands from everyone around her. If it wasn't Michael it was someone at work, if it wasn't work it was trying to escape for an hour or two, eating junk, shopping too much or losing most of her evening to watching TV, things she knew weren't helping but that she couldn't resist 'just once more'.

Giving in again, Katy decided the diet would have to wait until next week, today was going to need a caffeine and sugar kick if she was going to make it to the end.

Heading back to the counter, leaving her smoothie half full, Katy ordered an oversized caramel mocha and a piece of cheesecake that could now serve as her lunch, anything that got her through another day. Back at her table she knew she should probably use the time for a quick run, or at least sit out in the fresh air but found herself drawn back to vicariously trying to live other people's lives as she stared at the photos and ate and drank to console herself, stopping only when the time ran out and she headed back to the office.

 

[Rocket1010]

It was about mid-morning when Jack looked up to see the dark blonde haired woman exit the building across the street. He smiled at his computer screen, seeing she was heading to the coffee shop. He took time to note her features and he liked what he saw. She seemed a bit over weight but that didn't bother Jack. He wanted what was inside as the outside could always be changed.

He was sitting at a corner table so he could survey the room, watching as she placed her order. It seemed to him, she didn't look at the other customers and he wondered if she saw him. If she did, her facial expression didn't change when she glanced in his direction. When she picked a table near him, she sat facing to his right and began to look at her phone as she sipped some kind of fruity drink. He couldn't see what she was looking at; all he saw was images flashing quickly on the screen.

The he got the break he was looking for when her phone rang and she answered, "Hello, Katy Pierce speaking" He had her name and where she worked. He pulled up the page with the list and smiled as he crossed off the first item. He scanned the other items on his list knowing that some of them could be answered by googling the company for their employee list, etc. There was one item he wasn't sure how to achieve it .... make contact with her.

Jack watched Katy's facial expression as she listened to the other person. Was it her boyfriend? Was he giving her grief during her work hours? The frown and running her hand over her forehead seemed to indicate frustration with whoever was on the other end of the call. He felt a little relief, thinking it was not the boyfriend when he heard her say, "Ok, yes, ok ..... Yes, alright, as soon as I'm back from lunch, ok"

He heard her sigh of frustration and then stand, approaching the counter. She ordered an oversized drink and saw the barista pull out a slice of cheesecake from the deli case. Jack was again contemplating how to pull off kidnapping the young blonde. He could simply grab her as she walked across the street but that would not be a smart move. Whatever he did had to raise no suspicion on anyone's part, at least not the ones close to her.

Instead of leaving, he saw her sit at her table, sipping the rest of her first drink while scrolling through her phone. Still trying to think of how to interact with her, he saw her start to put her phone back in her purse as if getting ready to leave. The maneuver had to look like an accident as he stood and waited for the right moment.

Just as she stood and pushed her chair backward with her legs, he bumped into her shoulder, seeing the cheesecake and the supersized drink hit the table, the top coming off and flowing on the table and then onto the floor. The barista looked up with a horrified look on her face, grabbing a towel.

"I'm so sorry," Jack stated as he looked into her eyes. "Really ..... I am so very very sorry." He saw that the spilled drink did not get on her clothes. "Let me help you clean it up and let me buy you another drink and cheesecake ..... it's the least I can do." Jack waited for the woman to berate him knowing that he could cross off another item ..... making initial contact. As he waited he knew the next items on his list was talk to her and also find out where she lived. The second part he would do later when he followed her home.

 

[magellans_demon]

Seeing the time fly by too quickly, knowing how much work she had to get through now, Katy realised she'd have to head back and just take everything with her to finish eating at her desk. Awkwardly holding her phone, drink, cake and bag between her hands she stood quickly, at that moment feeling something knock hard against her, her lunch shooting from her grasp.

"Oh no, oh for fuck's sake no!" she exclaimed watching the mess immediately spread out in front of her.

Turning to whoever had pushed into her, Katy's expression was a mix of stunned annoyance, feeling frustration build that something else had gone wrong for the day, more than ready to blame someone else for at least part of it. As soon as she looked at the man in front of her however, her face cleared in surprise, feeling frozen to the spot wordlessly.

He was dressed smartly with a great figure and his pools of blue eyes seemed to lock onto hers, instantly clearing her mind of anything rational for a moment.

When the man in front of her apologised repeatedly, offering to pay for replacements, Katy struggled to think, unused to someone approaching her out of the blue anyway, let alone someone who looked like him. If she'd been out with Michael he would have snarled at her that she was clumsy, again, that she embarrassed him and wasn't a proper woman, else she'd be more graceful or careful or mature, whatever his insult for the day was going to be.

"I...I... you're fine, it's fine I mean, I hope I didn't soak you, uh, shit, I'm sorry, I mean thank you, it's ok but thank you, that would be very kind of you" she stammered, finally finding her words before realising she should stop, sounding as though she was babbling.

Turning a deep shade of pink, Katy smiled nervously and grabbed a handful of napkins to try and soak up some of the spilled drink. She glanced at the floor as her cheeks burned, wishing it would open up and allow her to conveniently fall inside, before forcing her gaze back to his.

 

[Rocket1010]

It was perfect. He had bumped into her at just the right moment, hearing her surprised expressive language as her food and drink spilled onto the table and floor. There was a brief moment when their eyes met and he saw a mix of surprise and annoyance that he just ruined her day. But then her gaze seemed to change as if something hidden deep within her clicked on.

Jack gave her a soft smile after he apologized and she responded, "I...I... you're fine, it's fine I mean, I hope I didn't soak you, uh, shit, I'm sorry, I mean thank you, it's ok but thank you, that would be very kind of you"

He could tell she was flustered and that is exactly how he wanted her to feel. It took the edge off their initial meeting. He thought of making some conversation but decided he didn't want to appear too friendly. The barista arrived with some towels and told the woman, "Don't worry about the spill. It happens more times than you think."

Jack was quick to tell the other barista. "Please give the young lady another drink and cake on me." The barista smiled and went about getting the order while the other barista kneeled and wiped up the mess. He turned to see the woman holding napkins while watching the barista wipe up the spilled drink.

Then she turned her head, gazing at him. He knew it had to be another very quick apology. "Again miss .... I'm so sorry to have bumped into you." What he was really thinking was that soon she would be his captive on an island with no way to get back to the mainland without him. But that was not conveyed in his soft smile.

The barista finished cleaning the floor and the other barista had her order completed. Jack knew she would tell him something before he returned to his seat. He saw again glance at the barista and then back at him.

What she didn't know was that he would watch her very carefully walk back to the office building and later, in his car, would stalk her, finding out if she lived in a house or an apartment. Everything was working as he expected.

 

[magellans_demon]

Flustered, Katy turned away as the stranger returned to his seat, unsure what to say anyway even if she could rely on herself not to mess up and say something awkward. Apologising again and thanking both baristas who'd helped clear up the mess and replace her food, Katy called another thanks to the man in the suit before hurrying out of the coffee shop, before she could do something else to cause chaos or turn even redder than she already had.

Walking back into the office, heading back to the 4th floor as usual everything quickly dropped back to the same tired mundane day it had been before, which was both a relief and a disappointment. Katy didn't have time to think about the lunchtime incident as her eyes stayed glued to her screen, her headache and tiredness quickly returning despite the effects of doses of caffeine and sugar. She was pleased though when she managed to get through all the work she'd been set just after 6pm and could finally put an end to the day. At least her boss would be happy, or as close as he got without really stopping to notice any of the work she'd done, Michael was another matter though.

He'd already sent her three texts in the space of ten minutes, asking when she was coming out because he was being kept waiting outside in the car. Running as fast as her heels would allow through the foyer of the office building, Katy reached the street and flung open the car door to scramble into the passenger seat, uttering meek apologies that fortunately Michael accepted this time.

Desperate to put his foot down but stuck travelling slowly in the rush hour traffic, Michael beeped his way through their journey home to the block where they shared an apartment, parking in their designated space, marked '12' for their second floor apartment 12. Katy only managed half an hour inside, enough time to shower and change into jeans and t-shirt before Michael decided they needed takeout pizza as he wasn't waiting for her to cook something, seeing as she'd made them late enough, and was too hungry to wait for delivery so why shouldn't she go out and collect, seeing as he was already deep into a video game.

Sighing, Katy agreed, keen to avoid a repeat of last night's feud and headed back out into the evening crowds to the pizza shop at the other end of the road. The sooner she could get dinner over, the sooner Michael would hopefully be stuck gaming and she could curl into bed early, probably with the intention of reading a book but as usual would drift to sleep watching her phone.

The night air was dry but cool, refreshing her as the breeze blew over her skin, and she walked as slowly as she could get away with, already planning to blame a long queue for the time taken, whether there was one or not. Still, there was no putting off the inevitable as she hurried back with the pizza boxes.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack watched the young woman, whom he now knew her name ..... Katy Pierce. He smiled seeing her glance over her shoulder just as she entered the building. Was she looking at him in the window or was she just checking something else? It didn't matter to him as he now planned on putting the phase of his plan into place.

As he left the coffee shop, he wondered if she had a desk by a window or was she stuck in some kind of cubicle deep inside he building. He put it out of his mind as he walked back to his car which he parked further down the block. It was far enough away that anyone in the building would not see it. Driving back to his condo, he thought about Katy, wondering how she ever got involved with her boyfriend. He spent the remainder of the afternoon, reviewing reports and talking on the phone to different divisions. But his mind was never far from Katy and what he was planning for her. Soon .... very soon she would be on a boat to the island and wouldn't have any choice in the matter.

The argument the couple had yesterday happened about a little after 6 pm. Arriving back at the building at 5:30 pm, he parked down the street so he could check out Katy without being detected. He saw the boyfriend pull up at about 5:50 pm and saw him using his phone. He could only guess he was texting Katy that he had arrived.

Then at a little after 6 pm, he saw Katy run out of the building and get into the car. He could tell her boyfriend was not happy and wondered if he was going to hell at her. But instead he took off quickly and Jack pulled out, following them. Traffic was heavy and it was easy to follow him from a few cars back. At one point, he saw him pointing at another driver and then heard the sound of his car horn blaring at the car in front of him.

Jack smiled when he saw the car pull into a small parking area next to an upscale apartment building. The man pulled into a parking spot with a large 12 on the sign. Jack assumed they were in apartment 12 but he wanted to be sure. He sat in his car, giving them enough time to enter the building before walking into the foyer and seeing a line of mailboxes. He quickly surveyed the boxes looking for apartment 12. A small tag showed the names of her boyfriend, Michael Carlson and Katy Pierce. A smile crossed his face as he walked out of the building and sat in his car on the street across from the building, wondering what they were doing for the evening. Were they making love? Somehow he doubted it and then he saw Katy walk out of the building.

She looked a hell of a lot sexier in the jeans and t-shirt that showed off her nice sized breasts as she walked away from the building. He got out of his car and walked on the opposite side of the street, making sure to keep his distance. Seeing her walk into the pizza shop on the corner, he turned back, not wanting to be seen. Sitting in his car, he chuckled at the thought he was stalking her. But the thought of kidnapping her was still fresh in his mind and he wondered if he really could do it when he saw her walk back to the apartment.

Leaving the apartment, he now knew a bit more about her and vowed that he needed to do this deed soon or he might talk himself out of it. But the thought of spending all those months alone on the island did not appeal to him. No, he had to do this soon.

Back in his condo, he began his search of Katy Pierce. Using multiple web sites to search people, he pieced together enough information to know she was an only child and her mother had passed. There was no information about her father which to him was a problem. He had hoped to not have a lot of interaction with her but he knew now he needed to meet her and find out more about her.

Sleep that night was the same as the previous night. His thoughts of her before he fell asleep was wanting to know how it would feel to have her in his arms. But tonight, his sexual thoughts became more real and he found himself getting an erection thinking about Katy. Her name rolled off his tongue as he slowly imagined making love to her and he moaned out her name as his cock erupted. He knew she was the one he needed more than ever.

The next morning, he sat at the same table, hoping she would come into the coffee shop before work. He needed to find out more about her and smiled when he saw her boyfriend's car pull up. Would she go into the office building or would she walk across the street to the coffee shop. Jack hoped the latter.

 

[magellans_demon]

Getting out of the car Katy started to head into the lobby, leaving just enough time for Michael to pull away from the building before she turned back on herself. Even though she'd managed to have the early night in bed she'd been wanting, it had only meant waking early, insomnia forcing her awake at 4am and she'd spent the early hours on the sofa again, watching TV shows on her headphones as the morning came round. She'd tried all the self-help tips before to try and sleep but they all advised the obvious, eating better, drinking less coffee etc etc and she hadn't managed any of that yet. It was easier to buy the 'get your life together' books, whole piles of them, than to actually follow them for more than a week. She couldn't even stay in bed tossing and turning, Michael would wake and complain that if she had to be up she didn't have to keep him up as well.

She needed coffee anyway if she was going to pretend to be awake. Checking Michael had left the front of the building, avoiding another argument over her spending habits, Katy headed over to the coffee shop. Standing in the long morning queue, Katy first passed the time checking her phone at length before she tired of this and looked around as she waited. Most of the customers were getting their orders to go, heading to work, so not many tables were taken as her eyes drifted over them.

Looking over at one corner, Katy's eyes stopped in recognition at one table, her foggy brain taking its time to realise why the man sat there seemed familiar. The memory of the day before suddenly rushed back to her, how kind he'd been but the fool she'd made of herself in front of him. She sucked in her breath and looked away in embarrassment, staring at the back of the person waiting in front of her, hoping they'd be served soon so she could order and leave. Finally getting to the counter and ordering her coffee, Katy kept her eyes solidly on the menu on the back wall while it was made, avoiding searching the room again, unsure if she could feel someone's gaze on her or whether it was just her self-consciousness.

Taking the drink when it was finished, Katy allowed her gaze to sweep the room again, meeting the view of the stranger from the day before. On an impulse, telling herself she was just being polite, Katy made sure she passed his table on her way to the door.

"I'll make sure I hold onto it this time" she joked shyly as she reached level with his table, her fingers gripped carefully around the cup to avoid causing a mess again. "Thank you again for the help yesterday"

Katy suddenly stopped short, realising she'd just approached a total stranger, what if he didn't even remember her or her chaos from the day before, either she'd just reminded him and made herself look like an idiot or he still wouldn't have a clue who she was and she'd still look nuts randomly speaking to him.

"I'm so sorry, you're trying to work, I'm sorry" she repeated, turning as she readied to leave him alone.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack looked at his watch as he sipped his coffee, wondering if Michael's car would pull up at about the same time as yesterday. He needn't worry though because like clockwork, the car pulled up in front of the building and he saw Katy get out. The question now was whether she would enter the building or cross the street for a cup of coffee.

He felt a bit of disappointment when she walked toward the building but then that feeling disappeared when she stopped. It seemed as if time stood still as she stared at the lobby doors and then make a decision to turn and look at the coffee shop. He watched Michael's car drive off into the distance, wondering if she was waiting for him to be far enough out of sight. He smiled when she took another look at the building and then turned and walked across the street, staring down the road as it make sure it was safe to go to the coffee shop.

Jack watched the lovely dark haired blonde wait in line, noting she was wearing what appeared to be the same white blouse and dark skirt. She was looking at her phone but the image of her in t-shirt and jeans replaced the dull business outfit she was wearing. Last night he had witnessed the luscious woman that would soon be on an island and it sent a thrill through him. Glancing at the list on the computer screen, he smiled. He was now getting anxious to get to the end of this cat and mouse game he was playing, only she didn't know she was playing it with him. But he cautioned himself, there was still some things that needed to be done.

When it was finally her turn to order, Jack kept his gaze squarely on her, hoping she would look in his direction. Seeing that she did, he smiled and then looked at his computer screen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lovely figure move closer and hoped she would stop at his table.

He chuckled when she made the comment, "I'll make sure I hold onto it this time ....... Thank you again for the help yesterday"

Jack sat back and looked up into her beautiful eyes, hearing a bit of hesitation in her voice as she said, "I'm so sorry, you're trying to work, I'm sorry"

This was a critical point and Jack reminded himself that he couldn't let on that he knew her name. "You're not bothering me at all. In fact I'm very happy you stopped by so I could tell you how sorry I was for bumping into you yesterday. If I hadn't been so clumsy I would not have made you spill your drink and cake."

Was that a smile creasing her face? He knew he had to act quickly or she might turn and walk away now that the apologies had been made. He closed the computer and scooted his chair, standing and extending his hand. "My name is Jack and I would love to have you sit with me for a few moments while you enjoy your coffee. I recently moved to the city (a big lie ..... he had three companies in the city) and I don't know anyone. It would be a pleasure to get to know you." He smiled and if she knew he was stalking her, she would most likely bolt out the door and call for the police.

This was the real critical point ..... would she refuse and kindly walk away or would she sit for a few minutes and talk with him. He knew her mother was dead but what about her father and did she have any siblings? The more he knew about her, and quickly, the faster he could move on to the next phase.

 

[magellans_demon]

As the stranger stated he was happy to see her, Katy bit her cheek to avoid smiling too widely, trying to stop the blush spreading over her cheeks, surprised by his reaction. As he stood for her Katy's eyes brightened while her mouth instantly went dry.

"Oh, hi, yes, I'm Katy" she blurted as she took Jack's hand, a thrill of excitement running through her now she knew his name and was suddenly so close to him, his grip large and strong around hers.

Katy glanced behind her, checking if anyone she knew or worked with, or worse - Michael, was in the coffee shop and, seeing no-one she recognised, she gladly accepted and sat opposite Jack. She was early enough that no-one would miss her for a little while at work and, even if they did, she still couldn't resist saying yes.

"Of course, sounds great, welcome to the city! At least you've already found an amazing place for coffee, if it's not being thrown everywhere that is. My boyfriend and I have lived here for a while so hopefully I can help a little if you need to find anything." she replied and immediately cringed internally.

Why had she felt the need to bring up Michael and drop in 'helpfully' that she wasn't single? As if Jack was looking at her and contemplating asking her out, as if she needed to warn him off by mentioning her boyfriend. If appearances were anything to go by he was almost certainly already going out with a graceful 6-foot underwear model without an inch of fat and with legs up to her chin who was surrounded by friends and happened to be intelligent as well, what would he ever need with a slightly dumpy glorified-secretary that would only ever reach 6-foot in high enough heels?

"I live a little way from here but I'm normally around here in the week, if I'm not at my desk" she tried to joke but her words sounded flat and immature to her ears, her mind was going blank looking at his clear blue eyes and the way he looked truly interested in her. Katy was sure it was just politeness but she couldn't remember the last time anyone had paid her such complete attention, especially when she didn't even know them.

"Did you move here for work or family?" Katy asked with curiosity.

 

[Rocket1010]

Her hand felt soft and welcoming as it disappeared into his larger paw. Jack looked into her soft and sensual brown eyes as he responded, "nice to meet you too, Katy." He saw her glance behind her as if she was looking for someone. Was it Michael, her boyfriend or a friend? He was pleased when she accepted his invitation to sit with him and he gave her a nice smile, thinking everything was running smoothly, so far. He knew things could change quickly and she could bolt. But that was under the surface. On the outside he showed nothing but warmness in his smile.

Laughing he said, "Yes this is an amazing place for coffee, if someone like me doesn't bump into a lovely lady like you and cause you to spill it all over the place." He purposely didn't say anything about her boyfriend, instead concentrating on her comment that she and her boyfriend lived here for awhile. Did that mean she was raised somewhere else and has family that would miss her? He kept his soft facade as he told her, "That is a very nice gesture on your part to offer your help Katy. It is a bit overwhelming sometimes when I have to find some place I'm not familiar, like a restaurant." He stopped for a moment and then added, "I just may have to take you up on your offer Katy."

He could see by her facial expression change slightly, as if she wasn't sure she should have mentioned helping him and he let it drop. He was more interested in her boyfriend, family, and her friends. He took a sip of coffee as she added, "I live a little way from here but I'm normally around here in the week, if I'm not at my desk"

Was she encouraging him? He got her joke and chuckled showing interest in her comment. "I know what you mean by being tied to your desk. You never get to do what you want." An instant erotic vision of her being tied to his desk while he hovered over her, his naked body sliding between her naked thighs ready to let her feel his hardness. His erotic thoughts were interrupted when she asked, "Did you move here for work or family?"

Jack smiled at her, knowing she was showing interest in him and he liked her smile as he took another sip of coffee contemplating what he should tell her. He would, for sure, not tell her he was a very rich man. That would ruin everything. He thought about the condition of his exile ..... he was not allowed to take any friends but if she was not a friend. She would be his lover captive even if she didn't know it right now.

"I'm an accountant (he lied but knew in a sense he was) and I needed a change." He stopped talking thinking about his mother which still tore at his heart. "My father recently passed and my mother died about 10 years ago in an accident at their home. I have an aunt and uncle on my mom's side and I haven't seen them since she died."

He stopped again fighting back his emotions. "So other than them, my father was a lone child and I have no other close family. After he died, I decided I was really free to live wherever I wanted. I had a few individual clients in town so I thought I would put my roots down at least for the time being."

He could see she was interested and knew it was his opportunity to find out more about her. He knew her mother passed but what about the rest of her family. "Sounds like you and your boyfriend are not from here. Are you two serious?" He needed to know her side of the relationship but wondered if she would tell him. He saw her thinking and then asked before she could answer. "Do you have any family in the area that you visit?"

Jack sat, looking into the dark brown eyes that mesmerized him, waiting for her answer. He also knew it was close to time when she should be on her way but he hoped she would tell him about her family and Michael.

 

[magellans_demon]

As Jack talked to her Katy started to relax, getting a good feeling about him, still sure that he was only being polite chatting to her but making a new good looking friend couldn't hurt, if she never told Michael anything about it anyway.

"I'm so sorry" Katy murmured as he told her about the loss of his parents, touched by the emotion she could see flitting across his face.

"Yep, Michael's great" she said flatly when he asked more about her, not knowing what to say.

She didn't have it in her to pretend that everything was wonderful and that they were the world's greatest love story but equally didn't want to pour her heart out about it to someone she'd just met, he'd think she was unstable. How would it sound casually telling him she lived with someone she was too scared of losing to leave and who she wasn't sure even liked her let alone loved her. Instead she quickly moved to answer the second part of his question, knowing now that Jack could empathise and at least it was something they had in common.

"I'm a bit short on family myself" she gave a small smile, staring at the table as painful memories returned.

"I hate it when people say they know how you feel but I've been there myself so I might, a little. I lost my mother when I was 17 and up until then it had pretty much just been the two of us. I never met my father, apparently they'd not been dating long when she fell pregnant with me and that put an end to it all. He was about to move countries for work within a year so she stopped seeing him and never told him about me. That's all I really know though, she didn't like speaking about him, I don't even know his name so not much chance for a visit. We were the smallest family ever really, she was an only child and then so was I, so I don't really have relatives to visit, bit pathetic really!" she swallowed hard as she thought about the idea of family.

"Luckily a friend's parents took me in for a few months and then I could live at college. Then I met Michael, he was moving here and we hadn't been dating long but he let me live with him so I didn't have to look for somewhere to rent. His family are great though, so there's that..." Katy tailed off, not wanting to get into a lie.

Michael's family weren't the least bit interested in her, she wasn't what they'd obviously been hoping for, his father barely spoke to her, or most women to be fair, as if they were beneath him, while his mother was cold and Katy had worked out the woman would only be interested if Michael proposed as 'she wasn't family yet'. That had hurt especially deeply seeing as they were the only family Katy was likely to get. Michael's brothers and wives or fiancees were pleasant to her but far more concerned with their own lives, not that Katy saw any of them that much anyway.

Katy abruptly blushed, realising how much she'd been saying, he'd only asked her a polite question, he hadn't offered to be her personal therapist, she needed to stop talking about herself. Jack's deep pools of eyes still looked intently at her though as if he was drinking in everything she told him. She could easily get lost in those eyes if she had the chance but shook herself out of it, she already had a boyfriend, even if the million to one chance happened and Jack could ever be interested in her. She could hardly judge Michael for the flirty texts that popped up on his phone if she started throwing herself at the first man who spoke to her.

"I'm sorry, my life history isn't what you want to hear! How are you finding it living here?"

 

[Rocket1010]

He half-smiled when she told him, "Yep, Michael's great" He knew differently from what little he saw the night of their argument and the way she entered and got out of the car. Her actions indicated to him their relationship was rocky and she was being manipulated by Michael. He felt empathy, understanding the situation she was dealing with, even if she didn't say anything more. He could see that she wanted to say more but restrained because he, Jack, was really still a stranger. But the real question, as she changed subjects, did she really love him?

He listened carefully as she spoke about her family or lack of one. The sorrow on her face, talking about her mother was real and for a moment Jack wanted to get up and hug her. But he remained seated, listening to her tale of growing up without a father. When she told him she didn't know her father's name, his father's image came into view and he felt a sense of sadness both for himself and her. He knew his father but he blamed him for his mother's death and decided to have nothing to do with him ..... and then he died.

While she talked, Jack took the opportunity to survey her more closely without so much as his eyes leaving hers. She had a great smile that showed her pearly white teeth, beautiful eyes that glistened when she spoke. He loved the way her long dark blonde hair hung to her shoulders framing her face. The white blouse hid her upper body but that didn't stop Jack from imagining what lie beneath. He promised himself that someday he would see her totally naked and that vision was interrupted when she mentioned Michael.
When she talked about meeting Michael and moving in with him, Jack got the impression it was a matter of convenience for her and him. She didn't have to pay rent and he probably got all the sex he wanted. When she stopped talking, Jack got the feeling there was more about Michael's family but she didn't want to tell him. But her expression told him that his family may not have accepted her. He saw her blush as she looked into his eyes and he could see there was more, a lot more she wanted to say.

There was an awkward moment of silence when she stopped speaking. Jack was still thinking about Michael when she said, "I'm sorry, my life history isn't what you want to hear! How are you finding it living here?"

He gave her a soft smile and wanted to reach over the top of the table and hold her hands. But that was not possible and so he straightened up, leaned back, one hand cradling the coffee cup. "Don't be sorry Katy. From what little you've told me, you've survived some very rough times. We do have something in common and that is losing someone who we loved very much and she will forever be in your heart."

"As for how I like living here .... it's nice. I like the quiet neighborhood where my condo is located. And I like the fact that my condo is within walking distance of some very good restaurants and shopping." He wanted to ask her to join him but knew that was not possible .... at least not yet.

He noticed her fidget just a little like someone who has to be somewhere and not sure how to end the conversation. Jack leaned forward over the table. "I know you have to go to work and so do I Katy. I really enjoyed our conversation and I hope we can have many more." Little did she know his plan to abduct her. He was still trying to work out the details on how he would accomplish it and then he added, "You said you might be able to help me. Well maybe you can help me with something ...... I am in need of a contractor to redo the condo where I'm living. Is it possible you or your boyfriend might know of good contractor that can do some remodeling?"

 

[magellans_demon]

Katy's breath hitched for a moment as Jack reassured her, talking about the pain they had in common of losing someone. He looked at her like he really understood her. She kicked herself then mentally as Michael came into her mind, why did she keep going back to comparing him with Michael, remembering Michael's far more blunt philosophy that she should "Stop crying over everything and she'd get over it quicker" or, where the subject of her father was concerned, "How can you miss what you've never had and don't know anything about, that's ridiculous".

Katy smiled as Jack spoke about how he liked living here but her eyes caught the time showing on her phone and she realised with a sinking feeling that she'd have to go very soon. She thought for a moment whether she could find some excuse to go in late, she could happily spend the whole morning chatting to him now but there was no easy way to get out of it and she'd only end up in more trouble, especially if anyone from work saw her sat there for so long with an impossibly handsome stranger, literally tall and dark as well.

Fortunately Jack seemed to sense what was going through her mind and gave her a way out, even speaking about talking more in future, Katy's stomach flipping as she smiled at the idea of seeing him again. For a moment she couldn't help wishing she was someone else, a little taller, thinner, prettier but the changes on the surface didn't really matter she knew. If she was more intelligent, more charming, more confident, maybe in another life then she'd be sat there with Jack as her boyfriend instead of just sat there speaking about her current life and boyfriend. But that wasn't her life, her life was eight hours coming up of staring at a screen only to go home and stare at another one, she highly doubted that was a good match for anyone with Jack's sort of life. Still, just a glimpse was enough that she was going to be smiling to herself all day.

"Um, actually I might know someone that may be able to help." she turned her attention back to what he'd asked her. "Funny enough it's someone coming to us tomorrow, nothing as grand as remodelling though, we just need new cable installing but I think they can do all kinds of work, I'll find the number."

As she scrolled through her phone, Katy added, "So if you're in here tomorrow I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth, I've got one day leave to wait in for them to come so I'm stuck in all day until that's sorted. Then it's the weekend so maybe I'll see you around next week. Here, that's the number." she said, turning her phone towards Jack.

Once he'd copied the number she gave a small smile and forced herself reluctantly to her feet.

"Hope they can help, it was very nice to meet you and talk. Hope to see you in here again, I'd love to talk again too.... if there's any more help you need I mean" Katy added insecurely.

Walking out Katy tried to hide the smile playing across her lips, heading up to the 4th floor looking as though she'd just had good news or heard something funny, the way her eyes were brighter and her lips trying to suppress a grin.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack was thrilled to find out Katy didn't really have any family that would miss her. He watched Katy scroll through her phone for the contractor's number and the plan now taking a more definitive shape. The contractor would be an answer to dilemma on how to handle Katy's abduction. For the last few days he thought of different methods and was trying to figure out the best way to do it without her boyfriend knowing until it was too late. Plus there was the matter of her work place. As she scrolled, the idea took more form and he found himself getting excited.
He smiled when she told him that she had tomorrow off to wait for the contractor. The key question in Jack's mind was what time did the contractor plan on arriving at Katy's apartment. If it was late in the day, Michael might show up before he was able to accomplish her abduction.

Taking her phone, he transferred the name and number to his phone listening to her tell him she would be gone tomorrow and maybe see him next week. As she stood to leave he said, "Thanks for the number and I'll give him a call and I hope everything goes well tomorrow and I'll look forward to seeing you next week."

He watched her walk away and swore her hips were swaying a bit more sexily than when she walked into the coffee shop. Glancing at his phone, he called the contractor, telling him he came highly recommended by Michael. He used his name rather than Katy's name so there was no connection between him and her. When he mentioned Michael's name he chuckled thinking he heard what sounded like a groan. Jack told him a little about what he wanted done and could he possibly come to his place tomorrow. The contractor said he would meet him but he had to do the work for his friend, Michael, as he was very insistent that he needed it done tomorrow since there was a big game he wanted to watch over the weekend. The contractor mentioned he had to be at Michael's place at 10 am and that his girlfriend would let him in.

Jack had no intention of meeting the contractor. It was all a ruse to find out when he would be at Katy's apartment. The rest of the day, Jack took care of some business but mainly he was refining how he was going to get Katy to the island. He had already purchased a powerful sedative which would cause her to feel drugged and be in a semi-conscious state until they got to the island.

He couldn't sleep that night, thinking of everything he had to do to make this abduction come off without being detected by any one who knew her. Visions of having her all to himself on the island made it difficult to get a good night's sleep but when the alarm clock rang in the morning he found himself surprisingly rested.

He didn't bother with the coffee shop this morning, instead visiting a restaurant for breakfast. He killed time until he knew he had to be in the parking area to watch with the contractor left Katy's place. He sat in the lot, seeing parking spot #12 was empty and that was a good sign. Evidently Michael trusted her to let the contractor in and do his work without him.

He also saw the contractor's van in a guest slot. After a bit, he saw the contractor walk out and after he left the lot, Jack walked up to the entrance. Outside her apartment, he had a last second thought to just take off but then he knocked on the door and rang the bell. He heard the patter of feet inside, wondering what she would be wearing. He knew she wouldn't be wearing the bland clothes she wore every day at the office. His heart beat faster as the sound o the footsteps got louder and then when the door opened he saw Katy's surprise look.

Jack was quick with his well rehearsed line. "Hey I'm sorry to intrude but I called the contractor and he told me to meet him here to talk about the work I wanted done. Is he here?"

 

[magellans_demon]

Dressed in a loose pair of dark grey velvet joggers and an oversized baggy pink hoodie, her hair scraped into a small high ponytail, Katy padded around the apartment finding small jobs to do, unable to settle waiting for the contractor to finish. It always felt awkward to her having someone hanging around but Michael had insisted he didn't want to waste a day of his own holiday time, informing Katy that she didn't have to work as hard as him anyway so wouldn't miss her leave as much.

At least the job wasn't going to take too long, the workman had already refused a drink as he had five other jobs on that day so would be in and out as quickly as possible. With her phone glued to her as usual, Katy whiled away a few minutes looking up what takeaway she could perhaps get delivered for lunch before she'd have a rare few hours to herself to watch some tear-jerking romance film, take a nap and have a long soak in the bath. Maybe she'd even treat herself to taking her waterproof vibrator in with her, seeing as her sex drive had been involuntarily paused due to Michael's ongoing preference for quick blowjobs and visits 'to the gym' that Katy wasn't allowed to call him out about.

Sooner than she'd expected the contractor announced everything was set up, working and ready, took the cash Michael had left with Katy and said his goodbyes, leaving her to enjoy the peace.

Keen not to waste any of her alone time, Katy immediately tossed her hoodie onto the armchair to reveal a pink lacy vest top she hadn't wanted displayed in front of the cable contractor, especially when her black silky bra was easily evident beneath. She quickly set her phone to start the living room speakers with one of her favourite playlists and swayed into the kitchen in time with the music. Picking a milkshake from the fridge she retraced her steps, the bottle conveniently doubling as a would-be mic as she flung her hips around.

Her cheeks flushed and feeling a little breathless after only a couple of minutes dancing around the room, Katy slowed, trying to get her breath back. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a knock on the door, checking the time and assuming there was a parcel for them or mail that was too big to go in the box.

"One minute" she called, pausing on the way to the door to consider whether to go back for her hoodie but decided against it, she could keep her chest shielded for long enough to take a parcel and hated making anyone wait on the doorstep.

Opening the door, Katy hesitated as she was met by a dark suit instead of a postal uniform and for a split second she started to smile automatically on seeing a familiar face before her brain raced to process the unexpected information. Her face then fell into shock on realising who was stood at the entrance and she stood in silence for a moment until she could react to his question.

"Hi! What, um, no, I'm so sorry, he's only just gone, like five minutes ago. Shit, sorry, I mean come in, please, I'll try and phone him for you." she babbled, flustered.

As Jack walked into the apartment, Katy urgently turned the music off and started finding the number in her phone, seeing a strange hesitation flash across her visitor's face but she assumed it was disappointment at the meeting being missed. Before she could even select the number though, Katy let out a small groan.

"He said his next job was half an hour away so he'll be driving now, I don't think I'll be able to reach him for a while. I'm sorry I didn't know, I'd have asked him to stay longer if I had. Do you want to stay and wait, I haven't got anywhere to be, if you've got time to wait until I can get hold of him?"

It suddenly dawned on Katy she was standing in front of Jack in one of the thinnest, smallest tops she owned and she whirled around to pull her hoodie on before she embarrassed herself for what felt like the thousandth time in the seconds since he'd arrived.

Forcing herself to take a deeper breath, her heart pounding at having Jack in her apartment, Katy tried to relax herself and stop darting around for a moment.

"If you've got time please have a seat, can I get you a coffee? I could do with one anyway so it's no trouble."

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack smiled as he looked at the pink lacy vest and the black lacy bra underneath on the stunned blonde. She wasn't expecting anyone but the contractor today and it was apparent she was really surprised to see him. He smiled as she tried to quickly recover from her initial shock, telling him the contractor was not there and had left about five minutes ago. He entered into the living area as she added for him to come in and she would try to call him.

He could tell she was flustered by the appearance of the man she had coffee with yesterday and didn't expect to see him for a few more days. He wore a curious grin as she rushed around turning the music off and then looking for the contractor's phone number. She seemed exasperated at the thought that even if she could reach the contractor, he would not be able to come back for at least an hour.

"Sure I'll wait," he said casually as he looked around the apartment. He had to get things moving because if she talked to the contractor, she would find out he was never supposed to meet the contractor at her apartment. As she realized she was wearing something risqué, a piece of clothing she only wore around Michael and scrambled to put on her pink hoodie, he said, "Let me call him Katy and see where he is."

She seemed relieved and asked if he had time to have a seat and asked if he wanted coffee. "I'd love to have a cup of coffee," he said sitting on the plush sofa. When she disappeared into the kitchen, he acted as if he called the contractor and told her when she returned, "He says it will about an hour before he's headed back this way."

Sitting at the opposite end of the sofa, he could tell she was a bit uncomfortable. Probably wondering if Michael would change his mind and come home early. Before taking a sip of his coffee, he asked, "Do you have any sugar? I sometimes use a little to spice up my coffee ...... unless you have a little whiskey or Bailey's Irish Creme."

This would be the perfect time to spike her coffee with the sedative that would make her tired. He thought of spiking her coffee with an Ecstasy powder but rejected it. He didn't need her sexual hormones energized. He needed her groggy and able to walk out of the apartment after he searched and found clothes and other personal items. All he needed was for her to leave the room for a minute.

 

[magellans_demon]

As she busied herself in the kitchen Katy breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Jack say that he had managed to get through to the contractor anyway, now they'd have time to chat for a while and then the contractor would be back and would finish the meeting with Jack before Michael was anywhere near returning.

As she brought the coffees in and Jack asked for sugar she chided herself she hadn't asked if he wanted any first. He was going to think she was useless.

"Of course, give me a minute" she added as she headed back into the kitchen.

Katy was sure they didn't have anything more sophisticated in the way of alcohol than beers, but spent time rummaging through cupboards, hoping the had some coffee syrups or something to make her seem more hospitable. Not finding anything suitable, Katy finally gave up and returned to where Jack sat, setting the sugar canister and a couple of spoons near him on the table.

"I'm sorry, we're not very well stocked" she smiled, "You can see why I prefer the coffee shop"

"So what work are you having done on your home?" Katy asked with interest.

She realised she'd already cooled her coffee a little too much by adding too much milk, so Katy drank quickly as she listened to Jack reply, finishing the cup so she could set it back on the table and avoid her hands shaking with nerves or causing any more clumsy spills.

As they discussed Jack's home, Katy relaxed, enjoying having another chat with him so soon when she'd expected to need to wait until the following week. She realised how much she'd needed the coffee, thinking the early morning wakings must be catching up with her as she felt her energy drain rather than increase. She rushed to cover her mouth as she yawned widely, her movement feeling slower and even more clumsy than usual.

She blinked repeatedly but her eyelids suddenly felt ridiculously heavy and all she wanted to do was close them. She couldn't do this, what was he going to think of her sat there looking bleary eyed and spending the whole time yawning while he talked, he'd probably never want to see her again.

She rubbed at her face, trying to wake herself up which worked for a minute, Katy frowning as she made more effort to show she was paying attention and then could feel her eyelids drifting closed again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong, I'm not feeling very well" she murmured, trying to fight the waves of exhaustion.

Her head was swimming but if was as if she was floating off somewhere warm and her face relaxed and softened as she gave into the urge to rest, curling her head into the back of the sofa as she felt herself drifting weightlessly. She felt like she was just about holding onto consciousness but nothing mattered properly, a small smile playing over her lips as she listened to Jack.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack had a fleeting moment of regret when Katy left the room. Was this the right thing to do? Shouldn't he have asked her straight out if she wanted to go to the island? But in the little time he knew her and some of the things she said, always apologizing for something that wasn't her fault, he realized she would never be free of Michael. If she told him she was leaving him, he was sure he would hound her until she submitted to staying with him. From the little he knew of the man, he was controlling and mentally abusive, keeping her thinking she was not good for anything.

Pouring the small amount of sedative into her cup, the decision was made and he was not going to back out. He gave her a big smile when she returned with the sugar bowl, apologizing for not having anything stronger. "I'm going to change a few walls to make a larger living area."

He was surprised when she quickly drank her coffee. He rambled on about the renovation and lack of space in the living area. Her eyelids began to flutter as he told her about the small bathroom and how he was going to tear out the tub and put in a stand alone shower.

The drugs were beginning to take effect when he noticed her trying to stifle a yawn. He kept talking, rambling on about the renovation, seeing her struggling to stay awake. It would only be a few more minutes before she really drifted off to a twilight sleep.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong, I'm not feeling very well"

"It looks like you're exhausted," he replied seeing her eyelids close for a longer period. She was close very close to drifting off. Jack stood and looked at Katy, who had her head leaning back against the sofa, her breathing becoming slower and shallower. "Lay down for a few minutes and maybe you'll feel better." He gently moved her into a prone position and pulled a quilted blanket from the back of the sofa. It looked old and he had an idea that it belonged to her mother. As she lost consciousness, he leaned close to her ear. "Go ahead and sleep Katy. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Jack checked his watch and gave himself 45 minutes to get her things packed and out the door. If Michael came home for lunch, he didn't want him finding him there. Putting on latex gloves to not leave any fingerprints, he made a mental note of what had to be done from a list he had complied on his computer.

Picking up the coffee cups, he hurried to the kitchen, washing, drying, and putting them back in the cupboard. Then he located a large thermos type container with a flip top lid and sippy straw in which he emptied the rest of the coffee pot. He could tell by the cleanliness of the apartment and nothing laying around, she did a good job of putting things away.

Walking into the bedroom, he found two large suitcases in the closet, which he thew on the bed. Searching the closet, Jack pulled her clothes off hangers, throwing them into one of the suitcases. He saw her shoes and did the same. Looking up on the shelves, he saw some boxes. Opening them he found some of her souvenirs and poured them into one of the cases.

Another box made him smile when he saw the contents. Two vibrators that looked like cocks. "Looks like Michael was not being very faithful," he murmured throwing them into a case. Looking around the room he spied her jewelry box and some cosmetics on the dresser along with a picture. It was her as a young woman with an older woman who he took as her mother. Placing it in the case, he then emptied her dresser drawers, smiling at the frilly underwear and other clothes. Next he hit the bathroom and emptied the medicine closet.

Closing the two suitcases he lugged them to the living area, seeing Katy was now fast asleep. He hurried to his car, stashing the cases in the back of his SUV and when he returned he found her starting to stir. He picked up her purse and phone, which he would need in just a little while.

"Come on Katy. It's time to go," he said pulling her up from the sofa. He wrapped the blanket around her and helped her walk to the car not answering her questions about where they were going. In the car, he saw her eyes open, looking around and then at him. He picked up the thermos. "Have some more coffee," he said knowing he had laced it with more sedative.

 

[magellans_demon]

Katy pushed her heavy eyes open, the light seeming too bright now, her face creasing up as she tried to stay awake at the same time as orienting herself. Her head felt like it was running in slow motion, she could see everything in front of her but it didn't make sense, and her mind was screaming at her to sleep instead of wanting to work out what was going on.

She struggled to push past the tiredness and realised she was in a car with Jack and frowned, trying to remember why. She could remember flashes of walking slowly and unsteadily into the car park, had they agreed to go somewhere? Her head pounded, she'd been feeling ill, not ill really, just exhausted, was he having to take her to a doctor on the first time he'd been to see her? That would be more embarrassing than the coffee shop incident.

Jack handed her a flask of coffee and Katy gratefully sipped at it, hoping it would clear her mind a little.

"Where are we?" she murmured but he didn't reply, she questioned herself whether she'd even spoken or if that was part of the dreamy state she was in too.

"Where are we going?" she tried again, trying to speak more clearly.

Even the few words she'd managed made her feel drained again and Katy gradually forced down mouthfuls of coffee before the thermos felt too heavy, even with both of her hands wrapped around it. Setting the coffee down in the cupholder with difficulty, her eyes struggling to focus, Katy leant against the window and pulled the blanket tighter around her. She stared at the material covering her for long moments, knowing there was something familiar about it, something that should be giving her pause for thought but it slipped away from her the more she tried to focus on it.

Instead, Katy closed her eyes again and felt herself drifting once more.

Cold air whipped around her face and suddenly pulled Katy out of a dreamy state again, she blinked rapidly to try and focus and looked over to where she'd seen Jack sitting. She frowned as she realised he'd suddenly disappeared, the SUV stationary and the air blowing in from the open trunk behind her refreshing her slightly. Her head still felt full of cotton and she licked her dry mouth as she tried to focus. Scrabbling slowly at the seatbelt she managed to free herself and tried to open the door but she couldn't, she didn't seem to be strong enough somehow.

Jack suddenly opened the door with apparent ease, his arm sliding around her waist as she stood shakily, her legs feeling as though they only just managed to support her. Leaning against Jack for help they took a few steps together before Katy's mind managed to hurdle another thought with great effort, feeling extremely drunk.

"There's boats. Why are the boats on the road?" she asked grogggily in confusion, only processing snatches of what she could see.

Jack didn't answer, continuing to guide her gently forward, and she noticed he had cases with him as well.

"Are we going on holiday? I've only got the weekend, I can't go on holiday" Katy babbled, her conviction growing that there was something wrong but she was too tired to put her finger on what.

She was starting to get concerned now at Jack's lack of response and tried to shake him off to look around her properly, but his grip was like iron and once again the effort seemed to run through the last of her scraps of strength. Leaning into the man beside her, feeling she'd crumple to the ground if she didn't, Katy felt herself moving forward uncontrollably and kept her eyes closed to redirect her effort to her feet so she didn't stumble.

She could smell salty air, heard some sort of birds but, closer at hand, could smell Jack's musky aftershave, inhaling the delicious scent as her mind whirled.

'I love that smell. This must be the coast if there's boats, why am I at the coast? Go back to sleep, I just want to sleep. Where am I though? I don't care, I need to lie down' her thoughts crashed into each other messily.

Katy held her free hand to her eyes in confusion.

"What's happening?" she asked Jack softly.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jack thought it best not to talk to Katy on the way to the docks. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness, asking where they were and where they were going. If she became too coherent, she would surely object to being spirited away from town. He felt another of guilt kidnapping her for his own pleasure; but he was committed to carrying it out.

After a few minutes, the sedative did it's job and she fell fast asleep. He knew he would have to get her out of the SUV at the docks and that could be a problem if she realized what was happening. As he was getting her cases out of the back of the SUV, he saw her trying to open the passenger door. Moving quickly he grabbed her arm and she said in a somewhat drunken state that she saw boats and why are boats on the road. He thought it best to not answer, instead guiding her toward the back of his yacht. "No we are not going on holiday" and for the moment that seemed to satisfy her.

Jack's arm tightened around her as he helped her onto the yacht. He smiled when she put her head on his shoulder and then he gently laid her on the back seat. He could tell she was coming back a little from her drunken state when she asked, "What's happening?"
He picked up the thermos bottle, opened it and added more sedative to the remaining contents. "Take another sip of coffee and we're going for a nice ride." He saw eyes searching his but she did as he asked and within a minute she laid her head down on the seat and he covered her with her blanket.
He picked up her phone and scoured the different text messages between her, Michael and her boss, deciding that now was the time to tie up loose ends. His first text was to Michael.
"Michael ..... I can't take it any longer and am leaving you. Don't try to find me because you will never find me. I know you had some girlfriends because of seeing your text messages. And those days you said you had to work out at the gym but came home with the smell of perfume .... I knew you only wanted me so you could boss me around and make me feel bad about myself. Goodbye" He read it over a few times and then pushed the send button

Then he found the text messages from her boss, Alex Cannon.
"Mr. Cannon I am hereby tending my resignation. I'm sure you can find a replacement for me since you treated me like a second class citizen. I worked hard and long hours and you never told me I was doing a good job. I knew I did excellent work but you were too busy taking care of your favorites of which I was not. If Michael comes looking for me you can give the bastard my personal belongings. Good riddance and Good-Bye.

Feeling he tied up loose ends he, started the engines, looking back at Katy, seeing her resting peacefully on the back seat. Pulling his yacht away from the dock he took his time, not wanting to awaken Katy. The 10 mile ride was slow but she never stirred. Evidently the added sedative would keep her in a dream-like state for a few more hours.

Arriving at the private Island Jack took his time parking the yacht in a slip and smiled seeing Ashley, his head maid standing on the dock along with a couple of the staff. The staff took the suitcases while Jack picked up Katy and carried her off the yacht. It seemed she was dead to the world as he carried bedroom overlooking the ocean.

Laying her gently on the bed, he looked at Ashley. "Keep an eye on her and let me know when she wakes up." He retreated to the living area and sat contemplating what he had done. As he sipped a bourbon, he knew there would be hell to pay when she woke up.

 

[magellans_demon]

Slipping in and out of a strange blend of dreams, Katy gave into the urge to drift back into darkness each time her mind tried to rouse her, longing to rest until finally her body urged her back into full consciousness.

Feeling as though she was coming back to the water's surface after a deep dive, Katy forced her eyes open, groaning as the light hit them, covering her face with her hands. Her head was splitting and she curled protectively into the pillow beneath her, pinching at the bridge of her nose, trying to find any relief for the pain in her skull.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, now she seemed to be able to open them successfully for more than a few seconds, Katy looked blearily around. The bed felt like a cloud beneath her and she moved her head slowly, unwilling to sit and give up the cosy support under her, as every muscle in her body felt weighted down.

She heard someone quietly opening a door and saw the back of a woman's figure leaving the room.

"Hello? Come back" Katy whimpered, her voice a hoarse whisper as she tried to pull her consciousness back into some sort of rational shape.

Her mind was racing, trying to remember everything that had been going through her head, recalling snatches of time, unsure if they were real events or dreams, everything jumbled in her memory. She remembered she was off work today but she didn't recognise where she was, she remembered speaking to Jack and feeling unwell, but the time after this was hazy. There was something about a boat?

Dragging herself halfway to a sitting position, propped against the pillows, Katy looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as her throbbing head eased just a fraction but it didn't help her confusion. It looked like she was in a hotel room, a pretty expensive one by the size of it and the view, if it was a hotel room it wasn't one that Katy had booked, there was room to swing a cat for starters.

She looked blankly at the door as it started to open again, if that was someone from the hotel staff leaving the room earlier maybe they were returning and could hopefully give her at least a hint why she was staring at the ocean right now instead of the grey apartment block opposite her home.

 

[Rocket1010]

About two hours after putting in bed, Ashley walked into the living area to inform Jack that Katy was beginning to wake up. Jack thanked Ashley, knowing Katy would be wondering why she woke up in a strange bed and with a view of the ocean outside her window.

There was no doubt she would be very angry with him for kidnapping her. And how could he blame her. But he thought he was really doing if for her to get away from a toxic relationship with Michael. Yes it was a selfish move on his part. All he could do was face the music. But with all things said, she would not be leaving here for months. Could she come to terms with her captive?

Jack walked to his bedroom, the bedroom, he had not stayed in for years. He also knew that at some point she would find out about his lies but he would put that off for as long as he could.

Opening the door, he saw her sitting on the bed looking dazed. The effects of the sedative was still evident on her face. Though only knowing her for a few days, he could sense increased feelings for her. "I see you're awake Katy. I hope your feeling better."

He noticed that she appeared stunned and he sat on the edge of the bed. He thought the best way to address the issue was to be as straight forward as he could. He took her hands in his and smiled. "You're probably wondering where you are .... you are on Wilson Island about 10 miles from the mainland. I'm sorry I had to bring you out here the way I did but I didn't think you'd leave Michael or he would allow you to leave him." He pointed at the suitcases on one of the walls. "I brought your personal belongings from the apartment." Then in a casual tone as if this was no big deal he said, "How are you feeling?"

What was she thinking? Jack held his breath waiting for her to speak.