Saving You

Chapter 5

I wake slowly and turn more into the warmth of the blankets. I feel something move around my waist and then I'm pulled against a wall of some sort. I slowly open my eyes and notice the wall is a body. I lay back a bit to get a full look at it, "Fuck."

My eyes look over the formed abs and the big pecks. I look up and see his face, "Of course asshole has a hot ass body." I focus on his sleeping feachers and sigh, "You know you're really cute."

He groans slightly and pulls me closer to him. I move my hand up and tap his face, "Hello?" He doesn't budge. I poke his face, poking his cheeks, eyes, nose. When I poke his lips, they move outwards like he's returning a kiss.

I coed slightly to myself, "You look so peaceful." I slide out of his hold and push him off the bed.

He groans slightly. I move over to the edge of the bed and notice he's still out. I scoff, "What the fuck." I get up out of bed and walk over to the bathroom. I go to the sink and grab a cup. After filling it with water I make my way over to him. I flip him onto his back.

"Time to wake up!" I poured water on his face.

He quickly sits up gasping for air. I cross my arms over my chest. He looks at me, "What the fuck was that for?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm hungry."

He stands up off the ground, "So you decided to pour water on my face?"

"No. I decided to wake up, but apparently that's the only way I can complete that mission."

He moves closer to me. I take a step back. He grabs onto my arm, "You seriously are so fucking annoying sometimes."

I roll my eyes, "So."

He takes the cup from my hand and puts it on the burrow, "I want to know if that's going to be an issue. Because if it is, I would like to fix it sooner rather than later."

I pull my wrist out of his hold, "The only way you're going to fix it, is if you let me go."

He walks over to his closet, "No, there are other ways. You just won't like them."

I scoff, "What you going to make me watch your suit friend torture another person?"

He takes out some clothing and looks at me, "No, I'm going to bring you down there and we'll have a one on one conversation."

My expression changes, blank with a touch of fear. I push it away and walk to the door. He's changing, "Where do you think you're going?"

I open the door, "To get food, because you don't seem to be getting me that." I leave the room.

He follows me out in a rush, "You can't just go wherever you please."

"Watch me." Before I can reach the first step, he pulls me back. We land chest to chest. I stare up at him with wide eyes, flustered. He looks down at me with a blank expression, but I notice a glimmer in his eyes.

Once my flusteredness subsides, I try to squirm out of his hold, "Let me go." My words and movements are weak.

He keeps his hold on me, "You can't go wherever you want. You'll learn soon enough that what I do for a living will threaten your very existence. So you can't do things just out of nowhere. Anything you do, has to pass by me before you can do it."

I raise a brow at him, "What if I need to go to the bathroom? Do I have to go out and find a random person so they can bring me to you, just so I can take a fucking shit! By the time I'll reach you, my problem would already be sol-"