Bang Bang You (Paul Stanley x reader)

Part 10

Your thoughts went to this morning, as you smiled at your accomplishment. Though small you were headed in the right direction. Even if he wanted to take it slow, you did like the response you had from riling him up.

He left soon after this morning, that was before you tried your damndest to get him back in that bed of yours. His only compromise was a very long makeout session while you sat on his lap.

Which was like its own brand of torture. You thought, crossing your legs in the lecture hall, leaning more against the seat that you were in and trying to concentrate on the information your professor was going on about.

You started writing down notes, as you looked in your bag and saw the burner cell sitting in there. Probably put that in there when you weren't looking before he left.

You took it out and started a text message to him, since his number was the only one on the phone.

"You know I can't stop thinking about this morning" you texted, as a smile graced your face as you put the phone under the little folding desk that you were trying to balance your notebook on while taking notes.

You felt the phone vibrate, as you flipped it over clicking the phone on and going to the text to see what he said.

"Me neither, but I'm not the one in class getting herself all worked up. Pay attention to your professor. Text me after class." the text read as you gritted your teeth in frustration as you looked around the auditorium and couldn't spot him.

But that doesn't mean he didn't have one of his guys here just to watch you. You looked around again and then went back to your lecture, slumping in your chair as you took frustrated scribbled notes in your notebook.

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Getting back from class all you wanted was food, any type of food, as you collapsed on the couch and put your backpack next to it. Stretching across the couch and flipping on the tv feeling your eyelids start to close, when you hear your click as the lock unlocked as you jumped up to look and see that it was Paul walking through the door carrying a brown paper bag.

"One, nice seeing you. Two, why didn't you tell me you were coming over. Three, how the hell did you get in the building. And finally, I'm hoping that is greasy takeout food cause I'm starving." You said jumping over the couch, as Paul set the bag down and gave you a hug.

"It's nice seeing you too. I wanted to surprise you, so sorry for scaring you. I got in here cause I said that I wanted to bring over food. They made the assumption that I was your dad and let me have a keycard to use whenever I wanted. And yes its greasy takeout food." Paul listed off as you smiled.

"Oh so they think you're my dad." you said as your eyes scanned him up and down smiling at he rolled his eyes as you started laughing.

"You know they never saw him at all. He's never been here. Makes some sense so." you said as your thoughts started going down that dreaded place again. And felt his hand go to your shoulder and give it a squeeze.

"Well then he missed out on a great tour of the campus. And some great coffee." Paul said with a smile trying to take your thoughts from going there.

"Thanks. What did you bring?" you said as you tried to look in the bag as he slapped your hand away.

"I need to get plates before you dump it out all over the table like a heathen." Paul commented as you rolled your eyes, snaking your hand in the bag to grab a couple fries before he turned back around again with a raised brow at you.

"What?" you asked rhetorically, as you saw something poking out of the jacket he was wearing.

All you saw was silver and you knew.

"You brought a gun on campus?" you hissed, as you looked down at it and took it out and put it in on the table.

"Safety is on. I always have one on me. You never know." he said simply, as he put the plates down like he hadn't just scared the crap out of you.

Which brought it all back. The realization that you weren't just dating any guy that was slightly older than you. No you were dating a mob boss. Guns and all. Not something that you had ever envisioned when you thought of getting back into dating again. He was nice, and he seemed to care a lot about you. Hell the previous day proved it. And this morning, you thought, as you fought your mind on what you wanted.

The guy who shows up at your dorm room with greasy takeout food or the mob boss that was apparently packing all the time.

"Wait that means you had a gun on you yesterday didn't you?" you questioned, as Paul was sitting at your table doling out the sides evenly between the plates and putting the burgers on them. As if there wasn't an issue.

"I just said that I always have one on me. Is there a problem with that?" he questioned as he grabbed for a napkin and wiped his hands of the salt that covered them from the fries.

"Because if there is. I would want you to eat first before you start something." he said as he gestured to the chair opposite him at the table as you sat down slowly as he pushed  your plate of food towards you.

"Honestly, why are you interested? And don't think that yesterday or the day before counted as dates. You have to take me somewhere while i'm not being held captive and a tour of my campus doesn't count as taking me somewhere." you grumbled as you picked up the burger and took a bite, not realizing how hungry you were.

All Paul did was shake his head a you in response as he ate his food in silence, as you soon did yours. Taking under five minutes to eat the entire plate, and looking across to Paul's and seeing that he was taking his time as he looked at you.

"Feel better?"

You thought of your previous questions, and looked at him.

"Yes, I didn't realize I was that hungry. But you didn't answer my questions. And why do you feel the need to bring a gun with you everywhere?" you snapped, as Paul sighed.

"I didn't answer them because I figured having a bit of food would help with your mood. Thought you were the type and I think it did work. And alright if you don't count the past 2 days as dates i'll take you out right now. That is if you can answer me one question. Because it seems like you're trying to separate me from the person with my profession. I get it, you didn't think you would end up being around someone that is of the same profession your dad is. Thing is is that I'm not a complete asshole. Trust me I know all about him. But don't put that on me. I'm not him. Can you accept that? I mean I'm also not just a mob boss, I'm also a frontman of a band. Which you haven't seen that side yet. Unless you can't deal with this. Can you?" he asked, as you looked at him and he was anticipating your answer.

"I guess I have been kind of putting my issues with my dad and thinking that that would happen with you. I'm sorry, I won't do that again. But you have to promise me that that thing has safety on at all times." you said looking at the gun.

"Promise. Now let's get going, since you want to be taken out." he said standing up and grabbing the gun, slipping in in his jacket, as he started cleaning up the takeout bags as you went to grab your purse and a jacket, wondering where he planned on taking you. As well as wondering if you could accept the fact that he was a rival mob boss and that he seemed like a good guy other than that.

Only time could tell.