In Love with my Kidnapper (Lure app)

Chapter 4 part 2

Olivia
I'm hungry.
Asking me to stay in my room is wrong.
You may have kidnapped me but I have basic human rights here.

You expect Greyson to be angry at your response but to your surprise, he chuckles.

Greyson
You're funny, princesa.

Olivia
I'm glad I can amuse you.

Greyson
And stubborn. So damn stubborn.

You walk over to the fridge, smelling alcohol in the air.

Olivia💭
Is he drunk?

Olivia
You know me, I aim to please.

You pull open the fridge and sigh at the empty contents.

Greyson
No luck?

He spins around on his barstool, his eyes immediately drop down your body.
The light from the fridge illuminates your legs and you suddenly feel underdressed.
You tremble as you watch his eyes turn a few shades darker.
He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down on it. His eyes work their way over every inch of your body.

Greyson
Bella.

Olivia💭
Did he just call me beautiful in Spanish or is he mistaking me for someone else?

Olivia
Excuse me?

Olivia💭
Just how drunk is he?

Your words are like a strangle whisper from your throat.
Greyson clears his throat and tears his eyes off you. He holds up his glass of whiskey.

Greyson
Will you join me for a drink?

Olivia
I could use a drink.

Greyson nods and begins to pour you a whiskey from the bar.

Greyson
How old are you?

Olivia
Twenty.

Greyson
Ah. You're underage for alcohol.

He holds the glass out towards you and takes it from him.

Olivia
And yet you still give me the drink?

A smirk plays on his lips and you find yourself staring at them.

Greyson
I don't play by the rules, Olivia.

Olivia
Evidently.

You raise the glass in the air and Greyson mimics your action.

Olivia
Here's to kidnapping and breaking all of the rules.

The corner of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk as he clicks his glass against yours.

Greyson
Cheers to breaking the rules.

You tilt your head back and drown the whiskey in one mouthful. The alcohol burns the back of your throat and you wince.

Olivia 💭
I definitely needed that.

The reality of the situation daws on you that you're socially drinking with your kidnapper.

Olivia💭
What the hell am I doing alone with him?

Greyson
Would you like another?

Olivia
No, thank you.
I'm hungry.
Like, starving. Alcohol on a empty stomach is asking for a disaster.

Greyson nods and slowly stands from his bar stool. He stumbles slightly on his feet before balancing out.

Olivia💭
Woah. Clearly, he's had one too many...