Kidnapped By My Hero

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Chapter Five

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Fuck, what was going on with me?

Ever since I'd woken up this morning, my brain had been noticing him. It was like my body was tuned to his movements. And when he'd kissed me... Fuck, I was in trouble.

I think I was fucked up enough to actually like him.

No. Hell no. You just want sex, you don't want more.

True, true.

Right?

Jayden had gone down to see them after they'd come back, to make sure that they were making something okay. That made me nervous. What were they going to feed me here?

My mind filters back to when Jayden sang to me in the warehouse. Running had felt amazing, freeing, even if it was only for one song. And you can never have enough beer. But when he was singing to me, he looked so young and carefree. He was the guy I'd met three years ago.

I pulled half my hair up, trying, in van, to control it somehow. It never mattered how hard I tried, it always went back to its natural state. It took me over an hour to straighten back home, and it would barely last until the end of the night,

Being a bartender, the end of the night is usually the start of the morning for everyone else, but I digress.

I was nervous about meeting these guys, of course, but the one who'd caught me escaping hadn't even known who I was, and he didn't shoot me, so they can't be that bad right?

Jayden made them should like the Devil's friends.

Does that make him the devil?

I'm interrupted from my thought as the potential devil himself slams the bedroom door open, making me jump. He looks angry, and pulls the top two buttons of his shirt loose.

"Hey, what's up with you?"

He's looking at me in a way that makes my insides clench. It was seriously unfair how hot this guy was. When that look crossed his face, I could feel myself melting.

But that look was only ever on his face because he was thinking one word. And it was the one word I had a problem with.

Mine.

He says nothing, striding over to me, hands winding around my was it and pressing me firmly against his body. He doesn't kiss me, or touch me really, just holds me against him.

"Jayden, what's going on?"

His hands tighten as I say his name, and I can't help but question that fetish. That's narcissistic, surely? Getting off on hearing your own name being said?

"I don't want to go to this dinner,"

I roll my eyes at him. He's been saying this since he told me about it, and I was having none of it. I know he didn't want me to know much about him, and this was the biggest opportunity I would have to find out what he was like

Plus, other people!

When you're used to talking to countless people in a day, suddenly going to just one is drastic.

"You can stay, it's fine," I shrug, fingers re-doing one button, but leaving the top one undone, "I'll go meet them and you can nap or whatever,"

He doesn't laugh, he just holds me tighter and shakes his head.

"You cannot be anywhere alone with these guys, okay?"

I laugh, but he shakes me lightly.

"I'm not fucking with you, Bambi,"