He Made Me His Bitch

Chapter - 2

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A/N- Logan Paul's picture is the one up there.

"I've been drinking Red Bull since I got here. Want one?" I asked grabbing one for myself. "No, I could go with a punch." He asked. I served him the punch and hand it to him. "Thanks." I just nodded in response. "Do you maybe want to go somewhere quieter?" He asked.

"Yeah." I answered. "Lead the way." I said. We walked through the living room, up the stairs and passed the 3 other bedrooms and went to into what was Jake's bedroom. There was none. I looked at him, confused as hell. "You probably think, I brought you here so we can have sex?" He asked me. "Am I right?" He asked. "Yes." I answered.

"Hold this please." He handed me his drink and opened Jake's balcony door, and pulled what seemed like a ladder, down. "I'll climb up first and then you will hand me the drinks, so you can come up." He said. I nodded. He quickly clem up and I hand him the drinks, after that I closed the door and clem up too. Soon, we were on top of the Team 10's roof top. We sat close to the stairs, in the direction where we could see the moon, perfectly.

We just looked around and sipped our drink.

"So... What do you do?" I asked him, crossing my legs, across. "I'm a model and actor." He crossed his legs too, "And an old Viner." "Cool, I used to love Vine so much." I said. "It was cool, and You?" I'm a nobody. "Nothing, I just go to school." I drank my Red Bull. "Ohhh. How old are you?" He asked me. "20 years old, what about you?" I asked looking at the neighborhood. "28." He said.

"You don't look 28, you look 23 or 24, in my point of view." I finished my drink. "I know, a lot of people say that." He said.

We stood there and talked for a couple of hours.

I found out that he likes traveling a lot, and he does that a lot of times. He doesn't live with his parents and has made a movie called 'Close Range'. He was born in Key West, Florida and speaks Spanish.

I had finished my drink, a long time ago and started getting cold on my small wool red jacket. "Can we please go down now, I'm getting cold." I asked Ray. "Yeah, sure." He said. We started walking to the ladder with our empty drinks and I went down first and he after me. I tried to open the door and noticed that the door didn't open. "Ray, does this closes by itself or can you only open it from the inside?" I asked him, as he came down.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's just hard." He said and I moved so he could try and open it. He pulled for the first time and nothing happened, second time, he pulled but the door still didn't open. "I'm sure the boys saw us walking upstairs or saw us up there and locked out here." He said and I agreed. "So, let's just go back upstairs and hang in there." He suggested and I nodded.

We clem up again, and sat on a different spot now. We sat in front of this big windows on the top of the roof top. He sat on the right side and him on the left side. I sat down rubbing my arms to get warm. Without a single word, he pushed me to his chest. "Thanks." I shoke. I moved closer to his body, it was so warm.

He removed his jacket and put it over my shoulders. I decided to remove my red jacket and put his on, I covered my red wool jacket over his shoulders. "Thanks." I looked at him. He just chuckled. I wanted to lay flat on his chest again, when he stopped my face from making contact with his chest stared at me.

He rested his fingers on my chin; our eyes couldn't leave each other's.

He moved in closer to my face and I moved the other way, making him move backwards, full of embarrassment, we also noticed that Chance walked in. He was followed by Anthony, Ivan and Emilio. They just laughed and Chance said, "Time to go." We stood up and gave each other's jacket back. We clem down the ladder without saying a word to each other.