TRAPPED | Trent Alexander Arnold

Chapter 8 - Game on

KYLIE

for a moment, it felt like I was a statue. I was literally just glued to the freaking ground while my mouth hung wide open like a tunnel. The whole thing just felt like a dream, an insane, awful dream I hope comes to a dead end right this instant.

I can't fucking believe this!

Blake?

Blake Johnson?

BJ?

Blake is Rosie's husband?

How the fuck is that possible? Since when does he live in Liverpool? And When did he become a motorbike racer? Last time I checked he was a big pile of nothing living in London. I have millions of questions running through my mind, but I know I won't get any of the answers. I don't even want the answers, I just want someone to press a rewind button and take me back to 10 minutes earlier.

"Hello there!" He spoke in his think accent with that same old wicked, dangerous smirk plastered across his lips "my name's Blake. Nice to finally meet you, billionaire" he winked.

Oh god!

"Kylie. N-nice to meet you too" I forced a smile.

Just to be clear, I'm not stuttering Because I'm scared, I'm stuttering Because I'm astounded. Big difference.

"Uh..baby?" He called.

"Yes?" Rosie answered.

"Can you please go make me a chicken sandwich? Yours is the best" he grinned at her. Such a faker "I'll keep our billionaire bestie company in the meantime"

Oh no you won't!

"Of course baby" She pecked him "you're so gonna love him kyles" she told me right before she headed to the kitchen, which I just replied to with a fake smile.

Can the floor just open so I can dive right into it? Please?

"God must be our number one shipper, don't you think so too, princess?" He smirked as he came closer to me. Much much closer.

I glared at him.

"I always knew you'd find your way back to me, no matter how long it takes"

"Don't flatter yourself too much, Lucifer. I wouldn't even wish for my enemy to be anywhere near your shameless ass" I rolled my eyes.

"Sharp mouth, blonde hair, tanned skin, I like it" he spoke as he stood literally just an inch away from me "money really does make people more attractive"

I was quick to slap his disgusting hand that was about to touch my face.

"You're sick in the head, Blake!" I spat.

"Hush now, princess! You don't want my wife to hear us"

I didn't even know when a sarcastic laugh escaped from my mouth.

"You're out here trying to run your filthy hands over my face and you're worried about your wife hearing my voice when I'm trying to stop you? Like I said, you're fucking sick in the head! Some 'husband' you are" I raised an eyebrow.

"If you're gonna say something, make sure it's something that pleases my ears, or else!"

"Okay, I'll just go into the kitchen and tell your wife the kind of man you really are and strip you off this 'husband disguise' you're hiding in, I'm sure that would really please your ears" I Said and immediately started walking towards the kitchen, but he was quick to grab my arm,