Running from the Bad boy //Chris Schistad

8

"Damn the Yakuza must have really hated you" I snicker "your face is fucked"

"Gee thanks Nicole. And if you must know they sneak attacked us. Obviously we would have won if we knew about their planned attack." He says "now. Could I get a first aid kit please?"

I almost forgot he needed some cleaning up.

"Yea. I'll go find one" I say going through all the kitchen cupboards. I find a big red bag with a green cross on it in the cupboard under the sink.

I put it on the coffee table and open it. I pull out some alcohol wipes for his cuts and some bandaids and bandages.

"Nicole?" He says

"Yes?" I ask and turn around to face him

"How bad does it look. I can't look down, it hurts to much." He says and pulls his shirt up.

Much to my horror, I see dark bruises formed on his toned torso.

He has abs. Yumm.

"Um. Bad?" I say

"Take a photo. I want to see" he says

I grab my phone and snap a picture of his body. This was so wrong in so many ways.

I show it to him and he zooms in on the picture.

"I look like a sexy bad boy in this. Please send it to me." He smirks while I roll my eyes

"I'm going to get some ice for you." I say going to the freezer and getting a bag of frozen peas and a tea towel. No one eats the peas anyway.

"Fuck!" I hear Chris hiss from the living room

I go and see what he's carrying on about. He was trying to clean up his cut eyebrow with the alcohol wipe himself.

He kept hissing and swearing every time he touched his brow.

"Need some help there?" I ask raising a brow.

"No." He says and continues trying to clean the cut

I walk over to him and hand him the peas and snatch the wipe from him

"Give me that!" I scowl

He doesn't fight me back but instead holds the peas to his abdomen and lets me clean him up.

I try to find a comfortable position for both of us and after much procrastination I push his head back onto the head rest of the couch and stand in between his legs.

Wasn't my favourite place to be but it was ideal.

I start to wipe his cuts and his face twists and furrows in pain.

"Fuck me. It hurts" he whines

"Shut up. Don't be such a baby" I say and he shuts up but continues to tense his face as I dab his bloody lip. "I heard Iben dumped your ass over drugs"

"Is that what's she's telling everyone?" He chuckles staring at me from below

"Why did she dump you then?" I ask putting a hand on his face to stop his from moving. I shiver as my skin comes into contact with his.

How was he making me feel this way.

"Because" he sighs "I cheated on her. Many times. But she finally was fed up with it and broke up with me." He says

Why was he so chill about cheating on her.

My brows furrow "why did she even stay with you the first time you cheated?"