Rosy

02. meanie

Golden rays peak through my eyelids as I wake up.

Am I in heaven?

I feel like I'm on a cloud.

A warm, black cloud.

Wait, a black cloud?

My body jolts up and I quickly look around to survey my surroundings.

Large windows draped with dark curtains, the sun sneakily peeking through.

A large closet to the left.

A large bathroom to the right.

A large bed I'm sitting in.

And a large man beside me.

Wait.. a large man beside me?!

I scurry out of the bed as the large man stirs in his slumber.

I tiptoe through the room towards the door, when suddenly my feet are cemented to the ground by the dominating voice that bounces through the room.

"What's got you up so early, baby?"

The groggy morning voice of the man gives me shivers.

Slowly I turn around to reveal the man I danced with last night laying lazily on the bed, shirtless, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"Y-You?"

Slowly he sits up, revealing his tattooed abs.

Woah is that a snake on his arm?

And words on his chest?

Wait is that-

"You like'm baby?"

I tear my eyes away from his abs to meet his eyes.

What did he say?

"W-What?"

"I said you like my tattoos baby?"

I blush at my forgetfulness and his sweet terms of endearment.

"Y-Yeah I do."

I say lowering my head in embarrassment.

"If you come into the bed with me again I'll let you touch them."

He says, his smirk returning.

"Okay- wait! Where a-am I?"

Oh gosh have I really been ogling at my kidnappers tattoos.

Focus Rosy!

The man chuckles.

"I almost thought you'd forget. You're at my house baby. Our house."

Our house?

I furrow my eyebrows.

"W-What do y-you mean our h-house?"

The man grins this time.

Why is he always smiling or laughing at my questions?

I pout and put my hands on my hips and cut his response off.

"Hey meanie! Y-You keep laughing at my questions a-and keep being unmannerful! Stop making fun of me and a-answer my questions!"

I quickly slap a hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in realization.

I just called him a meanie!

His eyes darken and his face hardens.

"Come here, little girl."

I hesitantly walk toward him until I'm an arms length away, then he pull me to straddle his lap.

I blush at the intimacy of my position.