Gun Atthaphan: Kidnapper || OffGun

Chapter 17

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This could have easily become the worst day of my life.

Gun may have decided that Chimon's father would have a chance to complete his family, and that scared me terribly.

I had taken it for granted that Gun would always be there.

I had assumed that he loved me as much as I loved him and I didn't think I needed to say it until the moment I realized that it might be too late to do so.

But now, he was sitting next to me, wearing my shirt and looking completely charming.

I did that to him. He let me do that to him.

I wasn't going to miss my chance.

I was going to tell him that I loved him now and then.

Either way, as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, he stood up and left.

No way.

"Atthaphan Phunsawat, get your ass over here," I ordered.

"Aw, how cute," he replied in a provocative tone. "You think you can tell me what to do" Kiss my ass, Jumpol."

That would do. "If you want it."

I jumped for him.

"It was just an expression!" he yelled over his shoulder as he ran out of the room.

The combination of me knowing my home better than he did and him being a little sore, let me catch him quickly.

"One that I will take very seriously." I pushed him onto my kitchen counter and yanked on his shirt.

He gasped a little over dramatically. "Don't you dare."

"You have a really nice ass, Gun," I teased him, running my hand over his right buttock.

"My butt is not pretty," he complained.

I gave him a little smack and smirked when he screeched.

"From now on, I think I'll call you cute ass. You call me ass, so that's only fair."

As he scowled at me, I went down and took a small bite.

Gun jumped. "Hey! I said kiss my ass, not bite it."

"Sorry," I laughed, turning him over and wrapping my arms around him. "I can't help it." I kissed the pout he made. "If you weren't so sore, I'd take you right here at this counter."

"Well, I was on my way to take a warm bath, but then you had the sudden urge to mistreat me," he replied.

"Allow me." I picked him up by his feet and carried him to my bathroom.

My bathtub was larger than average, so it took a bit longer to fill much of it with water.

Gun reached out and lifted one of the many toys from the tub.

Sometimes, I would let Alice and Tim take a bath in my tub because it was too big.

They didn't care so much about bath time when it reminded them to swim.

"You are a little too old to be playing in the bathtub, don't you think?" I asked with a smile.

I took the plastic boat from his hand and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Get in the tub, cute ass."

He snorted but still did as I told so.

While he got comfortable, I found a basket and put all the toys out of the way.