Fallen

Chapter 3

Songs for this chapter:

Haunted- Beyoncè

I put a spell on you- Annie Lennox

Salted Wound- Sia

Diamonds (Acoustic) - Rhianna

What is love (acoustic cover) - tears & marble

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"What the hell are you doing here?" I say, the words coming out of my mouth too fast.

"James please. Your friend here was just dropping by. He said you two had a meeting to go to today, with a special guest." My father explains and I glare at Steve.

"I assure you, Mr. Rodgers and I didn't have any agreeing to me, going to a meeting today, as such a bizarre time." I state pridefully.

"Or maybe, Mr. James Buchanan, you were too drunk to remember it?" He says and my heart stops.

My father shifts uncomfortably. "I'll leave you two alone." He walks upstairs not questioning the situation at hand. I walk in front of Steve.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper loudly.

Suddenly Steve hands lock my waist with a tight grip and he kisses me aggressively. My body becomes paralyzed and a spark ignites my whole body in an uncontrollable burst of paralyzing lust. I close my eyes, my mind convolutely blanking out, but then I remember, I'm in my parent's home. With my father still here. And bless his old soul if he would have a heart attack if he found his son face hugging another man in his home.

I push away from Steve. "Steve, what are you doing here?" I ask, out of breath.

"I came to see you. We do have a meeting. With a gorgeous young red haired woman. We are going on a mission." He says just as out of breath as I am.

"I wasn't supposed to be called on a mission, or even report back to the base until after I was done my break from family time." I sigh.

"Just suit up and let's go." He says walking out the door and he pauses.
"Your lips, they taste nice." He smirks and exits the house.

What the fuck am I getting into?
I run upstairs and I suit up, dressing in boots, jeans and a hoodie. Certainly not to impress Steve who was wearing a dark blue leather jacket that had a white star on the back of it and front, and a blue under shirt and jeans.

"Hey dad I'm leaving." I whisper into his room. It seems he fell asleep on his bed. I slowly close his door and head out the doors. Steve's red Ferrari parked in front of the house. Steve leans on it causally waiting for me. His eyes shoot and stick to me, and a menacing smile grows on his face. He licks his lips and he opens the passenger door.

"Lick your lips again and I'll tare your tongue out." I chuckle.

He roles his eyes and I get in the car and he closes the door for me. The car ride is going smoothly, I look out the window, watching the scenery go by. The sun is drawing near setting time and the sky is a beautiful color. A varied color between orange, blue and purple.

"Beautiful." I say, speaking to myself.

I look in the rearview mirror to see Steve's blue eyes staring at me. I try to ignore it but, I couldn't help but to look as well. So I just stared at him in the mirror. He kept taking glances at me and I try to contain a smile.

"So what type of, mission, is this?" I ask, now focusing my attention on him.

"I hope you're hungry." He chuckles.

I raise my eyebrow only to figure out what he is actually doing. He's taking me to dinner? I decide against going further into it and I just hold my puzzled face and lean my forehead against the cold window glass. After a while we've finally arrived and here we are, in New York again going to a restaurant. The name of the restaurant was named Per Se. Oh, how fancy.