Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch7~[Babygirl]

As I finally arrive to the huge fridge and reach out to open it, two hands being placed on my sides stop me.

I'm instantly turned around, my back against the cold surface of the fridge, as I'm startled by the proximity of his face, his hot breath lingering on my lips, a smirk plastered on his features. The hell?

'You're getting quite familiar with my house, aren't you, princess? Roaming around without permission, like you own the place.' he whispers, his fingers caressing my sides.

'Umm.. I-well, isn't this what you brought me here for? C-cooking? How else am I supposed to do it if I don't know where anything is?' I quietly ask, trying to push my head back into the hard surface, but obviously to no avail.

'Yeah, but I didn't allow you to touch anything in here yet, did I? I could do really bad things to you for that, you know.' he speaks in a raspy voice, his face moving to the crook of my neck.

Wow. Talk about bipolar. The discrepancy in his attitude makes me stifle out a small laugh. His hot breath leaves my skin as his face approaches mine again.

'Is there anything funny to you?' he asks, barely above a whisper, as his nose brushes up against mine and his left hand glides on my body and stops right above the curve of my ass. He pulls me into him, leaving no space between the two of us.

He stares me down expectantly, sighing when I keep quiet. 'I asked you a question, babygirl. Have you gone shy on me?' the new nickname makes my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He seems to be amused at my unresponsiveness.

'Easy on those nicknames, boy.' I mutter, bringing my palm to his chest and slightly pushing him away, even though not by much, considering his tight grip is not allowing me to do so.

'Or should I start calling you daddy or something?' I question amused. For half a second I notice his smirk disappearing, as if he was taken aback. I use the opportunity to fully push him back, his hands breaking contact with my body, as I let out a sigh of relief.

'Okay so since I need your permission for shit' I start in a dramatically satiric voice 'can I check the fridge?'

He nods, eyeing me up and down. Thankfully, he decided to keep his distance this time. I quickly open it, scanning its contents, my mouth watering in anticipation. I instantly remember seeing pasta somewhere around the kitchen, so I mentally, then physically gather the ingredients, as his gaze never leaves me.

'So what did she do?' I break the silence, my back turned to him.

'She stole from someone I work for. 12k.' he answers, knowing what I'm referring to.

'Big bad Suga the kidnapper works for other people? You strike me as more of a lone wolf.' I giggle. My smile fades as I feel his presence getting closer. His movements don't emit any sound but I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He is right behind me.

'You know, princess, you seem to be under the impression that I've gone soft on you. Is that right?' he asks in a low voice, his lips right next to my ear.

'Will my answer affect the way you treat me?' I sprinkle salt into the sauce as he keeps still.

'Hmm. No. I'm just curious.'

'Yeah, I think you might have. I mean it might be just your bipolar ass personality but you're not as bad you try to come across.' I explain.

I, then, feel his hand on my hip as he moves to my side, cornering me from behind. The next moment, he sticks two of his fingers into the saucepan on the stove, covering them in the dark red paste.