The Angel's Gun boyxboy

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The sun was too bright for my liking. It woke me up. The morning came too soon for me. The space beside me was empty,  so I was wondering if last night even happened. Considering i was naked i supposed it did. I looked around and dressed, readying myself for the walk of shame. I thought I would put it off until I got downstairs but that wasn't the case. As I left the suite bedroom I found myself in a living room filled with my colleages. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This can't be happening.

I walked over to the window sofa. The only place that was free to sit.

What was I thinking? This is no fairy tale. I struggled to breathe through the tears as I made my way over, willing them not to fall. I could hear Mateo was coming towards me. His expensive red soles tapping their way towards me. I knew the rest of the guys were all watching, the deafening silence a dead give away.

I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and here I couldn't breathe. What the fuck had I done? I cursed myself. His lips found my neck, leaving ghosts of kisses where they fell. His hands had found their way under my crumpled shirt, trailing over my abs to my hardening nipples and effectively haulting my progress forward. One of his hands reemerged from under my shirt to pull my head to the side, exposing more of my neck, where his lips renewed their assault. Last night's passion came rushing back.

"Baby," he breathed into my ear, his lips ticling the shell of my ear. His attention returned to my neck where his lips smirked against my skin.

That was right. I was his for the taking and I couldn't deny it. I turned around quickly, dislodging his other hand from inside my shirt, and slapped him. His head snapped to the side. It was a foolish move but I didn't know what else to do? What the hell is wrong with me?

He wiped his mouth, looking at me with those dangerous eyes, and pushed me down on to the sofa. I didn't need to look around to know what the other guys were thinking about the scene in front of them.

I'm a bitch!

He looked down at me and I, up at him. I couldn't take it. I couldn't let him look at me like that. I lunged at him, straight for the throat. Choking him felt empowering, up until the point I noticed he wasn't struggling. Instead he was smiling.

"That's my baby," he said through the choke hold. I released him then, too shocked. I expected retribution for trying to kill him but all I got was a tug into his arms and kissed senseless.

"Come on," he said breaking the kiss,"Let's get my father back."