𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄

𝐒𝐈𝐗

I'm at my house now. This man is still unconscious on my living room floor. He was so fucking heavy I was knocked out of breath when I dragged his ass to my car the first time, the second time I was sweating like a bitch. I already cleaned and patched his wounds.

I'm not sure if I should even tell Ava, or if I should hide him or... I don't know yet. But I'm not even sure why I basically kidnapped this man. Probably because he was too fine to resist. Will I go to jail?

His breathing is steady, I'm looking at his chest rise and fall as he's unconscious. I'm standing over him as I stare at him. What is this obsession I'm creating? I honestly can't tell if he's going to wake up soon or not. It's still pretty late at night too, but I'm not sure how his buddies didn't see him in the alleyway. Maybe it was too dark, but I don't know if this man is Aaron or Ivan. His people were talking about Ivan and Aaron. I'm confused and I don't understand why I'm playing investigator right now.

I lower myself onto the floor, sitting down next to his unconscious body that's in my home, on my living room floor. The couch is right there, but does it look like I'm gonna carry a heavy ass man again? No, it better be him carrying me next time or some shit.

My back is facing him as I'm staring off at the wall. I really do have nothing to do in my life, I'm here sitting down staring at a blank wall with a man I kidnapped who's unconscious. I've said unconscious to much I'm starting to go dumb.

"I want fries", I mumble to myself as I'm staring at the wall. "Chicken nuggets...", I pause "Or a spicy chicken sandwich with pickles", I continue to mumble to myself. I sigh heavily, but my sigh is cut short when I'm suddenly in a fucking headlock. This fucking man. I scream on the top of my lungs, my throat hurting as I do.

He slaps his hand over my mouth to shut me up. "Who the fuck are you and where am I?", His low voice in my ear. How am I supposed to speak if this dumbass covered my mouth? I lick his palm in response. He groans as he takes his hand away from my mouth, wiping his palm on his pants, but he keeps me in a headlock.

"Okay so", I sigh before I continue. "First you're heavy, second you're in my home, third my name is Ivy.", I sit there on the floor, waiting for his response. His arm tightens around my throat. I grunt "Wait before you kill me, at least hide my body after and leave a note saying I fled America", I slightly joke, but I'm not joking. His arm tightens again around my neck as he huffs. "I found you in the alleyway!", I yelp before I actually damn die. "Your people were looking for you", I blurt out. His arm is still keeping me in a headlock as he speaks. "My people? Are you racist?", He questions. "I am not! I just say your people because- I don't know! It's a habit. I call Asian people my people too", I try to defend myself, I promise I'm not racist he just doesn't get me.

"Who do you work for?", His low and gruff voice sends shivers down my spine. Shiver me timbers. "I'm fucking unemployed", my grip on his arms tighten, my nails digging into his skin. "I can't even work", I blurt out, but I'm cut off. "Did I ask you if you can work or not?", he lowers his voice. "Don't fucking lie to me", He suddenly slams me onto the floor, gripping my jaw. "Do you want to see my doctor records or something? Jeez. I found you wounded and unconscious in the alleyway. Let's just say I saw a few things. But that doesn't matter right now.", I look up at him, his left eye is hazel brown while his right eye is emerald green. Holy shit. "Are you Asian?", He tilts his head to the side slightly. "Um yes? Why does that matter?", I question, why the fuck is he asking about this now? His gaze shifts to my chest and back up to my face. "Don't be weird", I give him a suspicious look. "I never seen an Asian woman with big breasts before. Show me your ID, and tell me why I'm here before I decide to kill you.", He lets go of my jaw but he straddles me, I assume he just doesn't want me to escape my own home. "Let me get my wallet first.", I stare at his unique eyes, his lashes are long. Not fair.