Bad Blood /a.i./

Chapter 5

~Kat P.O.V.~
When I got home, I was absolutely worn out. The whole training tired me as hell. The only thing I needed was a warm bath with a glass of wine and slow romantic music.

I threw my keys and jacket on the couch and headed for my bedroom.

The whole apartment was silent and that helped me relax a little. And then it hit me.

Ashton.

Where the hell was he?!

What if he has run away?!
"Shut up! You know he can't run away! Nobody has ever run away from here. From you", my inner goddes said.

I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe hr was sleeping in the quest room.

I entered my bedroom and started changing my clothes.

I opened my wardrobe and took off my t-shirt and jeans. As I put them in, I took out my pj shorts and a loose tank top. I threw them on my bedroom couch and turned to close the wardrobe.

When I returned my body to the bed, I saw something in my bed. It was quite large and it was breathing. Then it clicked.

Ashton. Sleeping. My bed.

But I couldn't tear my gaze from his dark figure. His hair was falling over hid face but I was still able to see the slight trembling of his eyelashes. His lips were a little parted and were rosy pink colour. His arms were so musclar but when he slept he looked so vulnerable.

I caught myself staring and was about to turn around when I heard a silent yawning.

"What the- ", Ashton whispered and his voice was sleepy and rough. It was damn sexy. "Um ... w-what are you doing?", he asked confused at my almost naked body as my cheeks reddened. I hate blushing, goddamn!

"I-i ... I was just... ", my voice was trembling as I felt embarrassed as hell. "I-i just ... just wanted to get my pyjamas and um go to bed." , I gulped. His eyes were staring right into mine and this made me feel completely naked. He was literally undressing me with his eyes.

I'd always known I had pretty sexy and fit body but nobody had ever made me feel nervous about it. Nobody.

Until now.

"Um ... I'm gonna go ... dress up and ... sleep on the couch." , I said and took my clothes in hand.

"Oh! No need to do either things!", Ashton almost shouted as I reached the door. His cocky voice made me unbelievebly angry.

"What?" , I snapped.

"You can come over here and I could make you want to take off your underwear, too!" , his smirk made me want to beat his eyes out. This son of a bitch. Can't it be over?!?!

"No." , I threatened through greeted teeth. "Go jerk yourself off in the bathroom. I'm not a toy."

And then I left the room, closing the door pretty harshly.

When I reached the sofa, I put on my pyjamas and prepared myself to watch a film before going to sleep.

I was almost at the end of Fast and Furious 6, when I heard my bedroom door opening and closing.
"Queen Bitch is coming!", my inner goddess smirked.

"Whatcha doin?" , Ashton asked in his usual cocky tone and stood in front of the TV.

"None of your business!" , I snapped without even looking at him. "Now get out! I don't want you here!"

"Of course you do!" , he smirked.
"This little bitch", my inner goddess was pretty mad.

"We could go to your r-" , he started but didn't have time to finish his sentence as I stood up and gripped his right shoulder. Then I pulled it backwards and he whinced in pain. Then I kicked his right leg and he fell backwards on the floor. I sat on his stomach and pinned his arms over his head.

"I said go to bed." , I was dead serious. "Or else you're going to sleep on the couch, tightened with leather straps!"

His face wasn't as scared as the last time.

"You look so damn hot like that." , his eyes were black. His stupid smirk set me off.

"I'm done with you!" , I said angrily as I stood up and pulled him with me. I threw him on the couch and I pulled my gun out of my back pocket.

"You are not going to use it!" , he was as sure as the last time.

"Oh! Am I?" , I smirked sarcastically as I aimed at the seiling without looking at it and pulled the trigger.

His face became as white as a sheet; even though his smile never left his face.

I reached for the rope, placed inbetween the cusions on the couch. Ashton looked at me with confusion.

"Surprise!" , I giggled. His face went completely white as I hit him on the forehead with the bottom of my gun. "Sweet dreams, dickhead." , I whispered to myself as he fell unconcious on the soft couch.

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