My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 52

Lance listened to the static.

Andrea's voice was strained yet hopeful, and though Lance wanted to marvel at finally hearing her voice, he needed to find the motel.

He opened the browser on his Blackberry and searched for motels near Los Angeles and after several seconds, a website dedicated on motels around America caught his eyes and he opened it. He immediately went to the California Motels and looked for those starting with C.

"Damn," Lance cursed at the fifteen motels starting with the letter C.

His phone vibrated on is hands and hesitantly he answered it.

"Lance!" Pamela's voice said worriedly.

"What now, Pamela?" he asked, angrily. He doesn't know what to think of Pamela anymore, but he knows he's angry.

"I need to speak with Andrea," she asked.

Oh right, "She's kidnapped," he said, monotonously.

"What?" Pamela's reply came abruptly, and loudly.

"Yes, you heard right, Pamela. Kidnapped," Lance said resentfully.

Silent sobs instantly met Lance's ears, making him more enrage, "I'll call the police," she said, sobbing.

"You better," Lance barked, and hung up.

Way to break the news to the parents, Lance, he thought to himself as he continued his search. A picture of a motel aptly named 'Cali-Baby' caught his eyes. The motel was well-kept and new, but they put up a busted neon sign purposely.

As he read through the profile of the motel, 2 phrases caught his eyes.

Apple Green Walls and Soundproof Rooms.

Lance hurriedly started his car and stepped on the accelerator towards Cali-Baby.

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"Oh, darling, thank you for not trying to escape anymore," Holden said, sweetly as he caressed Andrea's face with both his hands.

Andrea wanted to gag at his tone, but she decided against it, "What can I do? If I escape, you'll find me anyhow, so what's the use?" she said with an underlying bitterness.

Holden smiled, if he weren't crazy, Andrea might have found him cute, "Yes, I will find you," he said.

He removed one hand from Andrea's face and lifted a slice of pizza that he ordered a while ago, "Open up, love," he said and lifted the slice towards Andrea.

She obeyed and took a small bite, "Thank you," she said after chewing.

"You're welcome, love, want more?" he asked.

"No, I think I'm good," she said with half a smile and backed herself up against the headboard.

Holden looked at her in a way a rapist would look at their victim, or so Andrea thought, "So what shall we do now?" he asked as he slowly crawled closer to Andrea until they were only an inch apart.

Andrea raised her knees close to her chest and rested her head on it, "I'm tired," she said, adding a yawn, convincingly.

Holden pouted, a weird expression for a guy, she thought, and sighed, "Okay, you may sleep, hon," he said as he settled down on the bed.

"Can I get my hands off bound?" she asked, hopefully.

Holden gave her an angry scowl, "Why?"

"It's not comfortable to sleep with my hands bound," she answered.

Holden thought for a moment before a glint on his eyes became visible, "If you'll kiss me, I will do as you wish," he propositioned.

Andrea thought of her bloodless and numb hands for a moment before her already raped mouth and decided on letting her hands received a proper amount of blood in exchange for kissing the man who already raped her mouth, "Okay," she said, already hating the word.

Holden smiled and leaned in, with a sigh, she kissed Holden and was about to push away but he deepened it and for the hundredth time, entered her mouth with his tongue. She responded obediently yet begrudgingly.

"Thank you," Holden breathed out after the kiss that lasted for about a minute.

"Now, can I have my hands unbound?" she asked.

Holden smiled, "Sure, honey," he said, cheerily, and reached behind her to untie her.

Andrea was relieved to feel her hands again, "Thank you. Good night," she said and went to lie down and pretend to sleep. She faced away from Holden and stared at the door, waiting for it to open and reveal a very angry Lance.

She felt the bed shift and Holden's arms came up front behind her, holding her close against him, "Goodnight. I love you," he murmured to the back of her head and kissed it.

She involuntarily compared the 'I Love You's of Lance and Holden and instantly detected the difference.

Lance's words were true, while Holden's were simply a sentence to explain his undeterred obsession. She liked how Lance said it, she did not like Holden's version, though.

After several minutes, she felt a pointy object against her and realized it was Holden's. She wanted to puke at the thought of her arousing Holden's sexual desires.

Lance, please come quick! she thought.