Kidnapped By My Hero

This Is A Man's World

Chapter Thirteen

This is a Man's World

Jayden held me for what felt like hours, and I tried desperately to keep a lid on the box I kept buried in the back of my brain.

No.

Not today.

His shirt was soft and smelt faintly of laundry powder, but his aftershave was overwhelming me. Swirling in my nose and straight to my brain, I swear to god, I can get intoxicated from this man's scent.

"Do you know how to cook?" I ask, looking up at him. He frowns.

"No, I'm awful," he admits, a rare moment of embarrassment crossing his face.

I smile slightly at the sight, trying to remember everything about it. Though I was mad at him, he was actually not being an asshole yet, and he'd seemed so upset by what he'd said. I decided to give him a chance. And, to be honest, it would be nice to have one moment with him that wasn't sexual or aggressive.

Rex, Ramos and Grego had gone out for the night, and taken all the cars, Jayden's phone, and they'd emptied the place of booze. And left him here. With me.

How did they talk me into it, I hear you ask?

It was Rex. He told me to look at it like Jayden being kidnapped for a change. He'd given me a burner phone with his number, and told me to use it if I had to, but not to give it to him.

I made Rex agree that he'd send booze once Jayden'd calmed down, agreed to be civil. The hell I wasn't drinking during this shit.

"Get changed into something nice," I tell him, smiling, "We're having dinner in half an hour,"

His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas, and he races back to his room. I can't help but laugh at his eagerness, and head to my own.

Shock courses through my body as I see all of the clothes put away neatly in my wardrobe. That goddamn man.

I call Rex on the burner, and only have to wait a couple rings before he picks up.

"Are you okay? Is he being an asshole? I can come ba-"

"Chill! Can you order us some food? Maybe a few bottles of wine?"

"Oh. Yeah, of course!"

"Thanks," I say, smiling, and ringing off, flicking through the new clothes. I decide I might as well wear the ones he bought me, and start the night on a good foot.

I put on the emerald lingerie he'd bought me the other day, complete with matching translucent stockings. Damn, how did he know my sizes? Looking at myself in the mirror, I grinned.

I'd always loved sexy underwear. There's something really empowering about wearing it under your clothes. Like a sexy secret for yourself. I know I walk with more confidence when I have it on, and this was beautiful. It contrasted fiercely with my hair, and my eyes almost seemed to glow in my pale face. And stockings are just the goddamn hottest thing ever.

The basque pushed my boobs up, and pulled my waist in in the most captivating way. Hell, I wasn't gay, but if I saw me like this I'd fuck me.

Oh god, you've been around him so long you've caught narcissism.

I kept it simple with the outfit, wearing a little black dress. The skirt fanned out at the bottom, but it was pulled in tightly at the waist. I was so glad I was wearing the basque under this. It came up in a sweetheart neckline and then had lace down into long sleeves, the neckline exposing my shoulders.