Richard: Caveman Instinct --- Gypsy Curse Book 2 Read Online Free

Silverman. How the hell had she organized all this so quickly? Tears threatened to spill, but I knew now wasn’t the time to show any weakness. I straightened myself and studied the man before me. I saw he was a man and not a boy. He had a couple of day’s stubble. His blond hair was short and his blue eyes were what gave his age away. They looked like they’d seen a lot. I guessed him to be at least in his mid-twenties. His skin was olive. His lips were thinned as his gaze narrowed on me. He was more than just handsome, he was gorgeous, and I hadn’t even glanced down at the hard body I knew he had because I’d been bashing it.
    Richard, if that even was his name, grabbed my arm as the elevator dinged, and he walked us out and into a small hall with two doors. I struggled to get out of his hold, but he ignored me and went to the left, and without dropping my arm, he got his card out and scanned it until the door opened. Okay, there was no way I was going in there with him. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I fought my capture.
    “Stop screaming. Stop. I would never hurt you. Stop now.” His hand came down and swatted my arse.
    I yelped, then a shot of pure anger coursed through me and I yelled, “How dare you. Get your hands off me. Help. Help me.”
    This time, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and walked through the open door. “Cole, shut the door and make sure no one gets in.”
    Who the hell was Cole? What the hell was going on? I kicked, punched and did everything I could to get him to put me down. It didn’t seem to bother him with anything I did or said. Once inside, he put me down on a sofa, and I scrambled away from him.
    Richard sighed loudly. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never let anyone hurt you. You’re special.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I know I shouldn’t have just taken you, but, well, I have been waiting for you for a couple of years.”
    Holy crap, the guy was insane. I looked around me, but my vision was out of focus probably from being upside down. I couldn’t get my Nystagmus to slow and my fear was doubling. Clearing my throat, I tried to talk to him again. “Please, let me go.”
    “No. Never. You’re mine.”
    I shook my head. Doubt seeped in. Maybe Britney hadn’t hired him. “I don’t know you. I think you have the wrong girl. My name is Bailey Rodgers. My brother, Ethan Rodgers, is important. I’m sure he’d pay to get me back.” The guys blond brows furrowed. Okay, maybe this was a prank. “Look, if Britney paid you, I promise to tell her your joke worked, and I get it. I’m worthless and she’s important. I’m nothing. I’m a burden. She’s beautiful and no guy would want me and so on. I get it. Please, can I go now? I promise I won’t get her or you in trouble.”
    “Who the fuck is this Britney? What the hell are you talking about? You are not worthless and you are everything to me. You are the most stunning, gorgeous, beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re mine. I’m keeping you and never letting you go.”
    Huh, what was I talking about? He was the one acting crazy and saying things that didn’t make sense. I stood and backed away from him. “Look, how about I go and you, um, come talk to me, er… uh… later.”
    I turned to run, but I was still off centre and hit straight into the friggin corner of the wall. “Shit.” Falling to the ground on my hands and knees, I crawled to what I hoped was the exit. I stood when I saw a door only to groan when I hit a table with a vase, keys, and other knick-knacks.
    Arms circled my waist, and I was picked up. “What the hell? Are you blind?”
    I winced at his angered tone. “Yes,” I whispered. Right then, I didn’t feel vision impaired—I felt completely blind.
    “You have got to be fucking shitting me?” He held me gently as he walked back and placed me on the sofa.
    My head throbbed from where I’d hit it, and I was really getting scared now. I needed to get out of here, so I