Guns And Bloody Roses

Chapter Eight: Operation

Warning! This is not smut nor will it be anyway leading to one in this chapter so do not freak out. I repeat NOT SMUT
-Author

I walked down the hallway leading to my apartment with an anxious feeling in my stomach. I have a role to play. It should be easy. Won't be my first time attempting to convince a bad guy I’m interested. It should go over somewhat good. Act interested but also act resistant so he doesn't get suspicious. If things go bad I have the wires on and the small little panic button in my bag.

As I approached the door I felt a small vibration in my purse.

I picked up the phone to see a message from Joshua.

Sent From Joshua at 7:57 P.M.

‘Calm down. You’ll be fine and this bastard will be behind bars’

Thanks Josh I’ll need it seeing as I’m being sent in with a murderer who’s greatly infatuated with me who may not even be in there.

I don’t reply to his text other than inside my head and put my phone down.

When I look up I notice that I’m right in front of my door. I wrap my hand around the door and twist slowly.

Game time.

I then opened the door. I looked inside to find someone sitting at my dining room table.

Someone with fiery red hair, hair that could only belong to the Park Chanyeol.

“Hello there my Angel.” he said looking down at the glass of wine in his hand.

“You caught my message well. Only problem is, you were dumb enough to come alone.” he said turning around, and looking at me.

“You know my Angel, what you did last night to my shoulder wasn't very nice. I want payback to make us even.” he said standing up and walking closer to me.

“Stay away.” I said backing up.

“Or what? Are you gonna shoot me again?” he asked backing me up some more until I hit the kitchen wall with my back.

“You have nowhere else to go Angel.” he said leaning in closer.

“Where's your fire baby?” he asked moving his hand up and down my waist with his other placed firmly by my head against the wall.

“I hope I didn't burn it out just yet. I was hoping to play with it a little more.” he said moving his head down against my neck. He was so close I could feel his breath against my skin. I moved my arms up to his chest in an attempt to push him away. He moved his head up letting his lips lightly brush my neck and earlobe.

“Fighting isn't gonna help” he whispered before he lightly bit the shell of my ear. I couldn't talk or move. I couldn't fight back. He moved his head back down to my neck and started to nuzzle his lips into the side.

“I haven't been able to get you out of my head for 2 years. Your driving me mad.” he said licking a strip from the base of my neck to my jawline. I stopped breathing when he did that.

“You aren't fighting.” he said moving his head up. His grip on my waist tightened.

“Why aren't you fighting? Huh?” he growled in my ear again. He pulled back and looked at my face. He laughed and moved back to my ear and growled a sentence I couldn't bare to hear.

“Wait, you like it don't you? Oh,you do. Looks like my little Angel isn't as innocent as I thought.” He quickly turned into a laughing mess. I felt my blood start to boil as he kept laughing which seemed to unfreeze me as I reached for the panic button from my bag. As I had it in my hand there was a sharp pain in my wrist.