Living with the Bad Boy

Chapter 21

A/N : Hey guys it feels so good to be writing again. I would recommend reading the last few chapters again just to jog your memory if you stopped reading this a while ago but if not enjoy my lovelies xxx

Ugh what time is it.

I wake up and look at my phone, damn it's 8:40 I must've been asleep for a few hours. I look over to my bed where Hunter was and my stomach drops at the sight of his absence.

Maybe he went to get food?

I get off the bed and search the house but he's no where to be found.

I don't know if I should call him or let him have his space. Maybe he didn't mean what he said and he's out with some girl.

Or maybe he just had things to do. Stop over thinking.

Inner me is right. I'm being dramatic. It's not that deep.

But I'll just call to make sure.

The phone rings a few times but there's no answer.

Okay whatever, I'll just watch some TV until he gets back. And try not to do my own head in with my obsessive thoughts.

I head to the kitchen to make some popcorn and once that's done I make my way to the living room. I grab a blanket and switch on Netflix. Obviously I'm watching pretty little liars.

I can't help but glance at the door every few minutes just waiting for him to walk through the doors.

Hunters POV

This is so typical of James. Making me wait when he's the one that called for this meetup.

Me: James where the fuck are you I have things to do.

"Patience is a virtue Hunter" a voice says from behind me. I spin around startled at the sudden noise.

"But then again you were always a restless child."

James. He looks extra creepy at this time of night and I try to hide my fear. "Well that's not creepy at all."

Okay good Hunter act confident and maybe he won't see through you.

He chuckles but it's something about the way he sounds that makes me feel uneasy.

"It's been a long time. I'm glad you finally came to your senses and met up with me." He takes a seat on the bench and beckons me over next to him.

I walk over to the seat, "yeah alright James let's skip the small talk shall we," I say rolling my eyes, proud of how stern that came out.

He raises his eyebrows, "well, that's no way to talk to your dear uncle is it?" He's wasting time, "I thought your father raised you better than that."

I scoff, "my father? He barely even knew my name when I was growing up much less raised me."

My father wasn't exactly the active parent type and my mom was too engrossed in being the perfect house wife to care about me. Work always seemed to come first to my dad and I was just left to fend for myself, little did he know I was getting mixed up with Uncle James and his crew. I can't help but blame him for this whole screw up.

James smiles wickedly, "Whatever. We aren't here to talk about your daddy issues," he begins to pull something out of his pocket and I flinch on instinct.

He laughs at my obvious discomfort, "relax Hunter I'm not going to hurt you. Yet." He pulls out a folded piece of paper, "You want out right?"

I nod still confused as to where this is going.