Anything You Say: An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance by Chloe Finch

Anything You Say: An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance by Chloe Finch

Author:Chloe Finch [Finch, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2020-03-26T05:00:00+00:00


Grace

Grace thought being held hostage would be worse, honestly. In movies it’s always about killing/raping/trafficking the victim, but Carl—what the guy told her his name was—was surprisingly true to his word. He actually appeared to have no interest in her other than collateral. That in and of itself was pretty messed up, but it could have been a lot worse.

She was heartened by the brief moment she heard from Zach. It pissed her off that he was cracking a joke when she had been fucking kidnapped, but at the same time it was weirdly calming that he sounded so unconcerned about the whole thing. And at least it sounded like he was coming to get her.

Carl had taken her to an apartment in some far-flung spot in a borough by the looks of it. From the floor of the van, she couldn’t see much other than the tops of buildings, but they’d definitely gone over a big bridge. He carried her in like a bride over the threshold. Then he locked the door and told her he’d untie her if she swore she wouldn’t try to escape. He threw in a threat of bodily harm for good measure and took her laptop bag and locked it away in a cabinet. She decided to go along with what he said for the time being. At least as long as she believed Zach was coming.

The apartment wasn’t very nice. It was a studio, with a bed in the corner behind the couch. The walls were all scuffed up, and there was random stuff haphazardly strewn around like someone had thrown everything up in the air when they moved in and left it wherever it landed. A half-empty case of soda was against one wall, a tangle of bedsheets was piled like a nest next to the couch, a belt was in the middle of the floor. The sink was full of dirty dishes. Against one wall was a huge, new TV on a too-small stand.

They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch watching Shark Tank. The TV still had the Energy Savings sticker on it, and she wondered if it was stolen, then decided that was presumptuous. And anyways, Carl could afford a TV if people were regularly giving him fifty thousand dollars in cash.

On the show, an entrepreneur was trying to save his failing pitch for a nutritional supplement. Mark Cuban was ranting about how it was snake oil.

“Mark Cuban is the man,” Carl said.

Grace made a noncommittal sound of acknowledgement. She felt bad for the entrepreneur. It reminded her of the early days of raising money for GiveAnalytics. It took a dozen rounds of pitching herself to investors to raise the capital she needed. More than once she’d had some rich guy like Cuban telling her that her idea was shit and her pitch was terrible.

Watching TV with Carl felt like being on the worst date in the world. Even though he made no moves on her, there was a weird sort of tension in the room.



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