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61 || Happily Ever After

I turn back to my phone and continue down the street.

What exactly are
you doing right now?

His response comes instantly.

Staring at your
ass in those jeans.

I stop once again, flickering my gaze up and down the street yet see no signs of his unmistakeable presence. In a lapse of frustration, I turn and walk down another street, furiously typing at my phone.

Where are you?

He doesn't respond right away, not until I've crossed the street and rounded a corner.

You're getting warmer.

I briefly consider playing into his stupid little game, but realize that I don't want to and instead, take a sharp turn in an attempt to loose him.

My phone chimes again but I force my attention away from it, a tactic that only lasts until I reach the end of the block.

Hot.

I barely get any time to proces the three letter word before an arm is slipping around my neck, a palm to my mouth and I'm dragged back.

My body's first instinct is to thrash and fight, but I'm no match for my kidnapper, who despite my efforts is able to drag me into the alleyway.

My lungs burn, the need to scream strong, but I can't seem to even do that. All I can do is watch the sun as it slips behind the walls of the brick alleyway.

As if my instincts are finally kicking in, I bite down on my kidnappers hand as hard as I can until they pull away with a hiss.

Taking the opportunity, I make a move to run, stopping when they speak, their voice low and somewhat impressed. "Atta girl."

I halt and my eyes shut in an attempt to calm my racing heart while the low timber of his voice settles in my gut.

Maybe if this were quite literally any other scenario, my insides would have burst at the praise, but right now, all my insides want, are to hurl all over his attractive face in an attempt to make him feel an ounce of my anger.

"What the hell, Nico?!" I spin around and push myself away from the tattooed imbecile. "You almost gave me a heart attack! Again!"

The man has the audacity to narrow his eyes at me in scrutiny. "And once again, you didn't do shit to fight me off."

An anger so strong seeps into my pores as I imagine strangling the devastatingly handsome idiot. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to fight off a trained assassin- who by the way won't stop stalking me!"

Muscular arms crossed, hard face unimpressed, Nico stares at me. "If you don't want me stalking you, learn to fight." He steps closer to me, his face growing serious, "You're too easy of a target, Bambi. I'm not risking shit. Especially not now."

Ignoring his last statement, I glare at him. The man was acting like there was a giant target on my forehead. "Screw you."

"Please do." His voice drops, sounding almost desperate as he takes another step towards me. "This celibate thing you've got me doing is taking a toll on my mental health, baby."