The Bad Boy Stole My Ring (#TBBSMB1SHOT)

The Bad Boy Stole My Ring #1

R I L E Y

     "Holy Mary, mother of Jesus!"

     Alec watched, quite amused, as I flung everything that I took such good care of to keep organised all over the bedroom floor. I had kept, or tried to keep, most of his old room clean. That way when we did bother to stay and I couldn't handle the pain of my brother, we would be able to sleep in a room where I didn't have to feel completely done for in life.

     "Alec! Will you help me look or are you just going to sit there doing absolutely nothing!?" I shrieked, turning the mattress over onto his floorboard. He smirked, leaning back into his chair as I tied my long dark locks into a bun.

     Licking his lips he finally replied, "No. I rather enjoy the view from where I'm sitting, but thank you for the offer, babe," he teased. I felt myself becomimg angrier by the second. My fiancée definitely was a charmer, but at this point I was so close to ripping that beautiful head off of his body.

     I gasped, pulling myself back from going over there to give him a punch, "Your parents and little sister are home! Reframe from saying those kind of things, please."

     "It's nothing they haven't heard before."

     "Alec, it's everything they haven't heard before. Gosh, imagine if your mom just walked in as you said that with your eyes just focused somewhere where they shouldn't be. That would be so terribly awkward."

     He laughed, clutching onto his stomach, "I love it when you're worried about something and then add extra stress on. It really does make you more hot!"

    I found myself turning around, exasperated, "And you're in no way worried that I lost my engagement ring?" my voice rose in frustration. I hadn't been this stressed since finals. And that was only four months ago.

     Let's just say that Alec stayed the model man he was, and as his good looks grew through time, so did his usual self. And I was still debating whether it was a good, or bad thing. I had no clue to which I leaned to the most.

     "Remind me how much this ring cost again!?"

     He let out a howl of laughter.

     It was worth a try.

     Gradually, he stood up, running his hands through his hair, and edging closer towards where I was sitting on the foot of his old bed, "I know you're stressed, Riley, but stay calm. I have insurance on the ring, we'll find it somehow, okay? Now, can we please go get some ice cream?"

     I couldn't help but replace my frown with a smile after being coaches by him. It was special, the ring, and I wanted it forever. I definitely did not want to have to replace it. Especially not under the circumstances in how emotional the proposal was.

     "Hm, do you remember when you first were on my bed," he reminded, drawing circles on my back. I rolled my eyes, knowing how he often would turn the truth around, "I remember. This star-wars crazed fan broke into my house and laid on top of me for some stupid reason."

     "It was my favourite bra!"

     "Who in their right minds has a favourite bra?"