Mr.SexyFreak

Ch.19 "She Saved My Ass but Not My Balls"

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Samantha's POV

I barely had time to take one breath before he came stumbling down the steps and was in front of me.

He looked at me for a couple of what seemed minutes and my eyes widened as I took him in.

He had dirty shoes and dark black jeans. His effing abs could be seen right through his fit t-shirt.
His black hair was muffled in a really cute way and was kind of long, but he had a cut bleeding on his forehead.
I saw a trail of blood go down until it reached his eyebrow.
Then I stared at his eyes. They were blue, and even though I knew they were an intense blue, the stare he was giving me made them look fifty shades darker.
See what I did there?

He took me in also, his eyes traveling from my eyes to my mouth and to all my body.

"Was that really necessary?" He turned to look at the guy and girl that were behind him.

The girl answered.

"She was running away. She kicked George's packet and she opened the door when I was about to enter. We had to do something and she wouldn't stay still so we had to."

He nodded and then addressed George.

"She kicked you dude?"

George glared at me and I raised an eyebrow to him.

"Yeah, but then she made my hooker go away. So it was a benefit. She saved my ass but not my balls."

Mr.SexyFreak snickered at him.

"She knows how to fight." The girl said.

My heart beat faster when Mr.SexyFreak started coming near me.

His arm touched my chin and he grabbed the tape and slowly started taking it off.

I looked at him the entire time and he did the same.

"Why are you alive?" I asked in a bitter tone.

His gaze darkened but he said nothing to me.

"Jane, how did the work go?" He turned to the girl. So that was her name.

"Perfect," she smirked. "The extortion made them give me all the information we needed. Now it's only a matter of time before they catch up to us. We need to act quick."

He nodded again.

"You're dismissed for the night. Tomorrow morning, we have tasks to complete. Gissell has news."

Both of them nodded and retired.

Now it was only the two of us.

"Can you take this off me?" I asked him.

He stared at me. "Why would I? Didn't you deserve it?"

I glared at him.

"It's called self-defense. Do you know what that means?"