Chapter 3 :

 Lena woke in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a space that was both minimalist and opulent. She was still wearing Nathan''s dress shirt, now wrinkled from sleep.

 Memory came flooding back—the party, the tie, the suite, the shower. Three times. She''d had sex three times with a man she barely knew, a man who had essentially kidnapped her.

 Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Ryan. Her childhood friend, her safe harbor. She answered with trembling fingers.

 "Lena? Thank God." Ryan''s voice was tight with worry. "I''ve been calling all night. Wilson said you left the party early, but you never came home."

 "I''m fine," she said, forcing lightness into her tone. "Just... got caught up with some last-minute script changes. We''re doing some additional shooting in the mountains."

 It was a lie, and it tasted bitter on her tongue. But what could she say? *Sorry, Ryan, I was kidnapped by our investor after he took my virginity, and now I''m being held in his Beverly Hills mansion.*

 "Mountains? Where exactly? I can come get you."

 Before she could answer, the bedroom door opened. Nathan stood there, freshly showered, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that did little to hide the impressive bulge beneath. He raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge.

 "Um, it''s a remote location," Lena said into the phone, her eyes locked with Nathan''s. "Spotty service. I''ll call you when I''m back in town."

 Nathan crossed the room, his movements predatory. He took the phone from her hand and set it on speaker, placing it on the bed between them. Then he pushed her back against the pillows.

 "Ryan, I really have to go," Lena said, her voice strained as Nathan''s hand slid up her thigh.

 "Are you sure you''re okay? You sound strange."

 "I''m fine," she gasped as Nathan''s fingers found her core through the thin cotton of his shirt. "Just... tired."

 Nathan pushed the shirt up, exposing her. His mouth found her breast, his tongue circling her nipple. Lena bit her lip to keep from crying out.

 "Lena? You still there?"

 "Y-yes," she managed. "Listen, I''ll call you tonight, okay?"

 Nathan chose that moment to slide two fingers inside her. She was wet—disgustingly, shamefully wet. Her body had betrayed her completely.

 "Okay," Ryan said, still sounding uncertain. "Be careful. I love you."

 The words hung in the air as the call ended. Nathan removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He tasted her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 "Your friend is worried about you," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "But you belong to me now. Remember that."

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