Gun Atthaphan: Kidnapper || OffGun

Chapter 16

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Gun

"Gun? Baby, I have to go to work."

Damn amazing.

For twenty-six years, I hated mornings with a passion.

All it took was for Romeo to call me baby, and I was burying my face in a pillow to hide my damn smile.

Well, feeling his warm lips brush trough my skin wasn't too bad either.

 
"I'm taking the kids over to Mom's house. They'll stay overnight so you can stay in bed as long as you want."
 
I finally opened my eyes.

What the hell?

I wasn't in the guest room.

On second thought, I couldn't remember ever getting to bed either.

"How did I get here?" I asked, my voice sounding a bit scratchy from sleep.

The bed sagged next to me as Off sat up.

"Don't you remember? You practically begged me to bring you to bed and do whatever I wanted with you last night."

That damn sexy smile gave me to understand that he was playing.

"Fine, but if I get pregnant, you'll have to marry me," I replied, he didn't need to know that I was taking the pill those days.
 
"It wouldn't be otherwise," he smiled.

"Please," I mumbled. "You think I'm a bitch now, imagine me with swollen feet."

He rubbed my ankle across the sheet. "I would still take care of you even if you were a bitch."

I laughed. "Aren't you sweet?"

"I'll try to leave early. You better be here when I get back," he warned before kissing my hand and leaving.

Although his sheets smelled amazing, I finally forced myself out of bed.

It felt strange being at Off's house on my own.

Despite his warnings, I needed to go home and take care of a few things.

I took the spare key, so I could come back later.

White was at work, he was moving into the dorms soon, but I knew that with his advanced relationship with Earth, he would end up staying here longer than there.

There was a huge package outside my front door with my name on it.

It was extremely suspicious.

I had been pushed into too many jokes for him not to be.

If this was a trick, I deserved it, but I had too much pride to open it where someone could see me, so I went inside.

I carefully ripped the wrapper open with my fingers before scooping out the contents on the bar.

My breath hitched in my throat as the golden mask slipped in front of me.

It looked exactly like the mask he had worn more than seven years ago, the same damn mask he'd dropped to the floor while being raped by a stranger.
My hand shook as I reached for the piece of paper that fell to the side.

The writing was unfamiliar to me.

You dropped this.

It was fucking creepy.

If this was a joke, it wasn't very funny.

I threw everything back in the package and took my keys to the counter.