Her Street Fighter

06.

Chapter Six
Nathaniel

I hated how it felt.

I hated that she still had an impact on me.

I should have left her outside that night. I should have never let her fool me with her wide pleading eyes and fucking force me to let her stay in my home.

I should bring her back to her wicked stepmother who she always talks about.

But I couldn't.

I just wanted to do horrible things to her but I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her all to myself. No, I needed her.

What was wrong with me?

I was at my restaurant and she was just above me in my apartment in my bed still, my blanket over her curvy body.

God, I had to go straight to the bathroom after waking up next to her. She was just so perfect. I wanted to fuck her brains out.

But she was just so innocent, I couldn't do that to her.

I contained myself and started cooking food for the people again.

I was no good for her I knew that but I couldn't seem to stay away. Her sparkling eyes and soft blonde hair. She was not even my usual type why was I feeling this way?

Her voice.

She talked so damn much I wanted to rip her tongue out of her mouth.

Seeing her smile so fucking much irked me. How could someone be so happy at any time of the day?

She annoyed me to the point where I wanted to cut my ears off.

I finished flipping the hamburger on the grill before placing it on the bun when it was done cooking.

I put it on the plate and ring the small gold bell that meant that the order was up.

The server came to get the plate and bring it to the table it was for.

"How are you today, boss?" Slater Johnson joked. His lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Shut the fuck up," I mumbled. Slater had been my best friend since grade school. He knew how to get on my nerves.

He snickered before patting my shoulder, roughly. I glared at him before shoving his hand off of me.

"Don't touch me," I said harshly.

He mimicked me quietly and to himself, glancing over at me to make sure I didn't hear him do it because he knew I would most likely punch him in the face.

"Stop being so grumpy, Nate," he said and I ignored him. I was not being grumpy.

Marebela's voice rang in my head from the night she called me out for being grumpy. My mood was ruined even more now.

"Who's being grumpy?" Pug asked coming into the kitchen. Pug was Slater's little sister. We call her Pug because that was what Slater had called her when she was younger and it just stuck ever since.

Her real name was Paisley and she was around Marebela's age, maybe a little younger.

"Take a wild guess," Slater teasingly demanded.

Pug pretended to think about it before responding, "I think it's the ghost in the restaurant."

"Oh yeah, I hear that ghost all the time in the walls scaring people with its grumpy voice now that I'm looking at you he looks chillingly similar to you," Slater rambled. Pug agreed with him with a stern nod of her head.