Babysitter

Chapter 18

-ASHLEY'S POV-

"You little bitch" he growls.

"Omg l am so sorry" l say and he smirks and now starts making his way towards me sexually. Damn someone forgives really easily. "l just told you what l would do to your dick l forgot that you didn't have one" l gave him a sympathetic smile.

He growls and towers me. Seriously? I knee him in the balls and he groans in pain and tries to grab my wrist but l twist his hand instead and elbow him in the stomach and he groans in pain but recovers and throws his fist at me and before l could grab it someone else does.

I look up to see the person who was no one else then Josh and the ice creams on the road.

Oh no my poor baby.

My ice cream-

Josh pushes the drunk fuck up and starts punching him to the point that he's face is covered with blood.

"Ok ok that's enough get up" l say pulling Josh away from the dude's body. The guy takes that as his chance and runs.

"I was handling it perfectly fine" l say rolling my eyes and taking him towards the car.

"Who the fuck was he?" He growls.

"Don't know but l do know that your knuckles are bleeding do you have a first aid box in your car?" I ask as l observe his injured knuckles.

"It's nothing" he says and l glare at him "ok ok there's one in the trunk mom forced me to keep it" he says and l opened his trunk and found a small pink first aid kit and smile at that.

I observe his wounds again and clean it as he leans against the car. His arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer as l clean his wounds. His hand moves lower distracting me and l glare at him.

"What l am just trying to lighten the mood" he smirks while his hand goes lower than my lower back.

I poke on his wounds and he lets out a groan of pain "now behave" l said and he smirked completely ignoring my assault a second before.

He tucks my hair behind my ears and keeps watching me as l wrap his knuckles with a bandage.

"You have a cut over here" he says as his thumbs rubs my chin meaning the location of the 'cut'.

"No l don't" l laughed at his stupidity but even after l was done bandaging his hand he didn't let go of me instead his grip just got tighter.

"Why did you stop me?" He asked his mood suddenly changing. God is he bipolar?

"What are you talking about?" I asked staring at him.

"Why did you stop me from killing that guy whoever that was?" He asked clearly mad about the fact that he couldn't 'kill' the guy but from what it looked to me that guy needed to be in the hospital for at least two weeks.

"Because l wouldn't want my boyfriend to spend his time in jail on our date night" l said smiling trying to clear his mind again.

"I love it when you call me that" he smirked l swear l can't deal with his mood swings.

"Call you what?" I teased.

"Your boyfriend" he exaggerates and then crashes his lips on mine. We melt into the moment into each other's lips not caring about anything else or even if anyone else is watching us right now.

"Gross! Get a room you two" a annoyed voice made us pull out and Josh curses under his breath. And we both flip of that guy at the same time and laugh.